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lowkeyerror · 3 months

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The Family Business Ch.1

WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Ch Notes: Minor character death, Near death experience, Parental Neglect/Abuse, Graphic descriptions of violence

Summary: The passing of your older brother forever changed your relationship with your parents. After a particularly brutal incident with your mother, the Maximoffs welcome you into their home.

An: It's been a minute, but I said I was coming back with a vengeance. I've already got multiple chapters of this drafted so be ready for weekly releases. Thanks for sticking around and I hope you enjoy this series!

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Often the word delicate is used interchangeably with fragile. The only main difference is an obvious and inherent beauty that comes with something delicate. Something fragile on the other hand is viewed as predominantly breakable. Glass is fragile while a flower is delicate. Some items have a duality to them like a vase or feelings.

You were fragile.

Not entirely frail, there was some strength to your bones. It was more so from your unwillingness to be perceived as weak than anything else that kept you semi-strong. You were aware that life could be unkind, but also knew that it took pity on no one. There would be no exceptions made for you, no matter how much your mind craved it.

You were young when you learned the cruelty of life. The memory lives in your mind as clearly as the day it happened. It was summer, the sun was high in the sky, beaming down ferociously on your hometown. It was well over 90 degrees, the perfect weather for swimming. Your parents suggested that you and your brother get in the pool to cool off.

Lucas was wearing blue trunks while you had on a black and white one piece. He was 12 and you were 8, merely children. Left unsupervised, you played in water as you always had with each other. You couldn’t swim so you always stayed on the shallow side of the pool.

After spending the majority of the day in the pool, you wanted to get out. You hoisted yourself out of the pool by the side, instead of going to the steps. You were successful in getting out of the pool. It was walking along the side of the pool that made you slip. Your head hit the cement and you felt your body hit the water.

You couldn’t recall much from there. The rest had been recounted to you more times than you could remember. You sank 12 feet to the bottom of the pool. Lucas hadn’t noticed immediately but once he did, he sprang into action.

He could swim, but he wasn’t a strong swimmer. Regardless he swam to the bottom of the pool to retrieve you. He found you there unconscious blood surrounding the water by your head. On the darkest days you speculated about the moment he knew that he was losing air.

He was only 12, but he used his strength to get you out of the water. You had laid on the cement unconscious, while your brother passed out in the pool water. By the time your parents decided to check on you, your head was resting in a puddle of its own blood on the concrete and your brother was face down in the pool.

They called 911 and by some miracle, you had survived. Lucas didn’t make it. You could never forget the look on your parents’ face when they told you. The pity in your father’s eyes and the hatred in your mother’s.

You could recall nearly every time your mother said you killed your brother. It was her favorite thing to throw in your face. She said it so much that it was hard not to believe it.

Your father would argue with her for talking to you this way. It never led to anything other than a screaming match between the two. It only took a few months for divorce papers to be filed. With the divorce papers came a nasty custody battle. The courts decided on 50/50 as your mother became the actress of the century claiming that she couldn't stand to lose another child.

Handling her cruelty forced you to toughen up. The words she spoke to you were nothing compared to the violence she inflicted against you. The bruises were endless with her. Even when you grew taller and stronger than her, she'd taken to throwing things at you.

When you were with your father things were calmer, but he worried a lot. So, you spent a lot of time alone when you stayed with him. It was better than your mother's and you were always grateful for that even though you wished he was more present.

The only thing that helped soften your reality was your friend Pietro. You met him in high school. He knew about everything. He was your only friend, the only person who had taken a liking to your semi-stoic personality. You were by no means an open book, but Pietro showed that he could be trusted. So, you found yourself telling him about your life.

He hated the way you lived. Any time he could, he’d invite you to his place to remove you from your situation. You gladly took his house as a safe haven. His family was affluent. He lived in a home with too many rooms to count. It was a stark difference from either of your parents homes. His family was also the most caring group of people you had ever known. It was evident after the first few visits that they had taken quite a liking to you.

It took you a long time to understand just how much the Maximoff’s cared for you. There was one instance that solidified how much you meant to them.

“Y/n, come over later tonight. Mama misses you, she said she'd make your favorite,” the then 16-year-old Pietro commented as you exited school grounds.

“I’ll try, but this is my mom’s week.”

Pietro frowned, “That just means you should come over earlier.”

You gave him a sad smile, “You know I want to, it’s just- you know how she is.”

His jaw clenched, “Abusive.”

Your gaze lingered on the floor. You heard him sigh loudly before you felt his arms wrapped securely around you. His chin rested on top of your head as he hugged you like you were going to disappear. You fight the urge to say that you were sorry, he hated when you apologized for no reason.

“I’m sorry, you know I just don't want you getting hurt,” he mumbles into your hair.

“I know,” your voice was smaller than you liked it to be. Pietro always found a way to show your more vulnerable side.

He released the hug and looked at you with soft eyes, “Be safe, Y/n.”

You nodded curtly, “I will.”

The walk home was as anxiety provoking as it always was. Dread filled your body as you approached the run-down apartment complex. You tried to be quiet as you entered your mother’s apartment.

“Well, where have you been all day?” You knew that tone indicated that your mother was already drunk.

“School,” you answered shortly, attempting to continue to your room.

“Don’t walk away when I'm talking to you,” her words made you freeze in your tracks.

There was venom in her glare as she looked at you, “Lucas would've been in his second year of college this year, if you weren't so fucking careless.”

You inhaled slowly, knowing there was nothing you could respond to her with.

“Probably would've been top of his class. He would've had friends and a girlfriend, but because of you he's been rotting in the ground for 8 years because of you.”

You balled up your hands into fists, digging your nails into the skin of your palm. You needed something to ground you, to keep you from crying as your mother continued to speak.

“If he could see you now, he would regret saving your life. You’re stupid, you’re ugly, and you’re disgusting. Still dressing like a little boy at your age, like the sinner I know you are.”

You couldn’t hold your tongue, “He wouldn't even recognize you, you drunk piece of shit.”

She slapped you, “Don’t you dare speak to me like that.”

Your cheek stung and your gaze hit the floor.

“You should've died instead. You’re hardly even a girl, we could've had another daughter.”

You couldn't take it anymore. Walking away from her, you went to your room. She followed you, but that didn't deter you from throwing all of your things into a duffle bag.

“Where do you think you're going?”

You ignored her and continued to grab the things you cared for. She screamed more as you packed but you didn't give her an answer. Once you were done, she was stood in your doorway with a wild look in her eyes.

“Leaving,” is all you said as you roughly pushed past her.

“Did you just put your hands on me?”

Her tone was hysterical. You kept moving through the apartment calmly. It wasn’t until she threw a glass bottle at the wall near you that you flinched. It shattered right by your head. Glass shards flew towards your face, and you felt one slice through your cheek.

You weren’t stunned by her actions. She had done this before in her drunken rage. The glass shattering was just what she needed to get within arms reach of you. Her bony fingers wrapped around your wrist tightly. You hissed at the feeling, knowing there would be bruising.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” she attempted to pull you back, but you were stronger than her.

You pried her fingers off of your wrist. The freedom didn’t last for long as she grabbed a fistful of your hair, using it to slam you backwards onto the ground. While you were on the ground, she kept one hand wrapped in your hair as she started to stomp and kick you.

The pain was immense. You struggled against her, trying to find her hand that was holding your hair. When you found it, you grabbed her arm similarly to how she had grabbed yours. You squeezed as hard as you could, and you heard her shriek. Her grip on your hair dropped and as soon as it did you pushed the woman away from you.

“No one wants you; no one cares about you. You don’t even have anywhere to go, you worthless fucking murderer,” your mother stood still where you pushed her to. She tried to bluff you and you knew it.

“Anywhere is better than here,” you rushed for the door.

She threw one more bottle near the exit and you felt a sharp pain in your side, but you kept moving. Your entire body was burning, but you didn’t stop moving.

You let your feet carry you until you realized you were standing in front of the Maximoff’s house. Usually, you'd text Pietro and he'd get the door for you, but instead you rapidly knocked on the door before ringing the bell.

You didn't wait too long before the door swung open, revealing Pietro’s older sister, Wanda. She looked happy to see you until she noticed your state. She gasped silently before gently pulling you into the house. You could hear the light family chatter happening in the dining room.

Wanda took your bag from you and led you to the rest of the family. Fear coursed through your veins as your heart started to pick up speed. You didn’t want them to see you like this. Wanda sensed this shift in you and spoke.

“We’re going to help, I promise,” her words were few but there was a conviction in them.

You took a deep breath and let her take you into the room with the others. When they saw you, the chatter stopped. Your eyes locked on to Pietro’s. There was a fire in his eyes as he looked at you.

His voice was shaky as he spoke, “She did this to you?”

That’s all it took for you to burst into tears. You collapsed into Wanda’s arms, and she held you upright.

“Wanda, Flora, take her upstairs get her cleaned up and prep a room for her. Pietro, come with me,” Dragos softly ordered his wife and kids.

Without much effort Wanda picked you up and carried you to the upstairs bathroom, her mother trailed behind her. Wanda sat you on the bathroom counter before rummaging through a few cabinets.

“Mama, I can patch her up while you get the room ready,” Wanda said, already prepping to help you.

Flora left the room, leaving just you and Wanda. You were hardly there; your eyes were cloudy as Wanda looked into them. She could tell you were far away.

“Y/n, I need to know where you’re hurt. I see you’ve got a cut on your face and some bruising on your arm, anything else sweetheart?”

You were hesitant and Wanda saw you fiddling with the end of your shirt. Her hands were delicate as they rested on top of yours, “You’re hurt under there?”

You nodded slightly.

“Can I take a look?” Her eyes looked into yours begging for permission.

You lifted the shirt up not only to reveal a bruise forming but a shard of glass sticking out of your side. It was like seeing the glass triggered something in you as more tears began flooding down your face.

“I’m going to fix it ok, sweetheart. You can trust me. It might hurt a little, but you’ll feel loads better after.”

The most painful part was Wanda removing the glass. Your hands gripped the counter until your knuckles were turning white. The red head talked you through everything she was doing, which gave you a little comfort. She also praised you for being as still as possible as she knew how much this was hurting. Though she imagined it wasn’t worse than the wounds being inflicted.

Once she was done, you felt a lot better. You could tell that she wanted to ask you something by the way her eyes wouldn’t leave your figure.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes locked on to her eyes. They were a soft green tone; they held a certain warmth to them. It was easy to get lost in them.

You hummed in response to her.

“Can I ask, what happened?”

Your thumb tapped the pads of your fingers and you focused on them as you answered Wanda, “My mom got mad at me because I wanted to leave. “

You saw Wanda’s jaw clench and it was almost identical to Pietro’s from earlier in the day, “She’s never going to lay a finger on you again. We’re going to protect you.”

Leaning forward slightly you rested your head on her shoulder. She smelled good and it calmed your nerves. She let you stay in that position until there was a knock on the door.

“I brought some pajamas and towels for a shower. Do you think you'll need help or can I steal this one for a moment,” Mrs.Maximoff peaks through the door.

Wanda looked at you for an answer, “I can do it myself.”

The older woman sent you a small smile, “Very good dear. Just holler if you need anything.”

Wanda paused before she exited the bathroom, “After your shower I'm going to bandage your torso, ok? Be gentle around the tender areas.”

“Thank you, Wanda,” she smiled at your words and left at that.

When you were finally alone with your thoughts, your tears began to fall again. You let the hot water of the shower cascade down your back. The stinging sensation felt good on your skin. The words your mom said were echoing through your head. You knew they wouldn't be going away any time soon.

While you showered Pietro gave his family some insight into your life. He had told them your brother died in an accident and your mother blamed you. He spoke briefly about your father’s busy working schedule but went into details about your mother’s abuse.

Even the short version of events was heartbreaking to the family.

Flora met her husband’s eyes, “She can’t go back there Dragos.”

He nodded his head in agreement, “She’s not.”

There was a dangerous look in Wanda’s gaze, “What’re we going to do about that bitch?”

Dragos looked at his daughter with a slight smile on his lips, “We’re going to take care of her. She’s not going to bother Y/n, ever again, unless she's got a death wish.”

“If she’s going to stay here, she needs to know the truth,” Pietro said looking down at the table.

“What good would that do her? She’s already had enough,” Wanda defended.

Pietro’s glare matched Wanda’s, “She’s my best friend and we all know there’s a danger that comes with being in this household. If she’s at risk to be hurt, then she deserves to know, and I will tell her.”

“We can keep her safe without her knowing,” Wanda argued back.

“I am not lying to her,” Pietro said with finality.

Wanda scoffs, “You have for all this time, what’s the difference?”

Pietro slammed his fist down on the table, “I would’ve told her from the start if it was an option. She has barred her soul to me, entrusted me with her deepest fears and secrets, you don’t know her like I do.”

“I know she came here barely able to talk, a piece of glass lodged in her side, a cut under her eye, her entire midsection is a bruise. “

“That doesn't mean she doesn’t deserve to know the truth.”

Neither of them was backing down.

“The truth about what?”

The family shifted their attention to you. Pietro crossed his arms over his chest while looking at his family expectantly. Wanda turned her attention to her father to see what he would do.

It was actually Flora who spoke, “Y/n if you’re going to be staying with us there is something we must tell you dear.”

Pietro started, “Remember when you saw my house for the first time and asked what my parents did?”

Wanda rolled her eyes at Pietro’s prolonging of the situation, “Y/n we’re a part of a crime syndicate.”

Dragos quickly corrected Wanda, “We aren’t just a part of it. I’m in charge of it. We aren't so bad either, we do a lot for the community.”

You wanted to laugh, but they looked so serious. They were waiting for your reaction, but you were still processing. This clearly wasn't a joke.

“Ok,” was all that you could muster up.

“Do you get what we’re saying dear?”

You nodded slowly. “You’re criminals,” your eyes cut over to your best friend, “All of you?”

Pietro tore his eyes away from you.

Wanda saw the hurt in her brother’s eyes and tried to take over, “Beyond criminals, Y/n we’re the same Maximoff family that you know. We care about you and your safety. We would never let any harm come to you.”

“Do I have to be involved with that stuff?” You questioned.

The family all eyed Dragos, seemingly searching for an answer of their own. His eyes met yours, “I will never make you do anything you don't want to do. However, if this is something you're interested in all you have to do is ask.”

You took in a deep breath, before exhaling, “Thank you for letting me stay.”

Flora shook her head, “You’re family Y/n.”

For once that night you held back the tears. You let Wanda redress your wounds and then went to bed. Sleep came easier than it should’ve, you believed the Maximoff's when they said you were safe. That was the first time in your life where you felt delicate and not fragile. However, things change consistently, and life moves fast, even faster when you’re entangled with the biggest crime family in New York City.

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eternalbuckley · 14 days

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Undercover. — evan buckley

SUMMARY: You are an undercover detective and assigned to a Job with Lucy. Buck tried reaching out to you while you were still undercover because he missed you and after the job was done, you decided to have a talk with him. Which revealed unsaid feelings from Buck.

word count: 3,504

genre: angst and bit of fluff | gn!reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

pairing: evan buckley x reader, lucy chen x platonic!reader, 911/the rookie crossover

warnings: talks about drugs, reader got physically hurt (broken rip and a few scratches), mention of a car crash, small descriptio of a physical fight, there is a bartender named marc (in case that's your name), Y/C/N used once (means your undercover characters name), very emotional buck, english is not my first language, slightly proofread — if I forgot something, please let me know!

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Working as a detective in the LAPD came with its good and bad sides. The stress was not always easy to handle but working undercover came with many more downsides. Things like not being able to be with the people you care about whenever you have an undercover job. It would be too dangerous if anyone in your private life would be a part of the life you created to be undercover and get involved with any case you had. Everyone who was a part of your life knew that, especially your colleagues and your boyfriend Evan Buckley. A firefighter of the LAFD.

You always had to go away for a few days here and there to get done different jobs since you started being friends with him a few years ago. Some years into your friendship, both of you realized that you had feelings for each other and started dating. Now you’ve been with him in a happy relationship for one and a half years. And soon you’d finally move in with each other. Buck knew what he had to deal with, such as not being able to contact you in any imaginable way whenever you were undercover. It would be too risky for you, him, everyone else and the job. You didn’t have to go undercover for the past two months now, as a result of an injury you got from your last job. Since then, Buck got even more protective over you. Naturally, he already was the protective kind of guy but since then it got more.

Buck wasn’t okay with you going undercover again but you had to because it had something to you with one of your old jobs and it was much needed that you would get into it again. And despite Buck being against it, you decided to do it and promised him you‘d be okay and everything would be according to plan.

"You got hurt the last time you promised me that," he mumbled but you reassured him that you would look out for yourself this time. Especially because you weren’t alone and had one of your colleagues, Lucy Chen, with you. This helped him to calm down at least a little bit. You kissed him as a goodbye and left his apartment, shutting down your private life.

Since then, it had been three weeks and the job was taking longer than expected. It was unbearable for you and Buck but it needed to be like this. You knew you were close to being done with the job but you couldn’t risk anything yet. Lucy and you didn’t have all the evidence you needed to arrest the drug dealers and the whole gang you were infiltrating. She had to brew lots of different drugs and you helped her with that. Collecting all the evidence wasn’t as easy as you hoped it would be but there wasn’t anything else you could do. You had to wait and so did Buck.

Whenever he wasn’t on a call, he sat on the couch of the station and kept looking at his phone whenever it vibrated. He hoped it would be you, letting him know you were back but every time it wasn’t what he was hoping for. It was the first time you had been away for such an amount of time since you got together and he missed you. He needed to see you again. Eddie tried to cheer him up by spending time together with him and Chris but not even that helped Buck. He was thankful for the efforts but the only thing that could cheer him up would be seeing you. He knew he couldn’t but he had and needed to find a way.

So, despite everyone’s concerns and efforts to keep him away from doing what he wanted to do, he drove to a bar. Buck knew from your stories about your undercover jobs that this was the place where you usually hung out with a few drug dealers. It was a normal bar; everyone could enter it without automatically being associated with the gang or any criminal acts but it was a known place for this gang. He sat in his car, thinking about if he should do it. Buck knew it was wrong and the risks that could come with it but in that moment, he was too stubborn and got out of his jeep and walked over to the bar. He entered it and looked around, looking for you. And to his good luck or maybe later his bad luck he found you immediately. Your eyes met each other and for a second you thought your eyes were lying to you but they weren’t. You saw your beloved boyfriend walking over to the bartender and watched him as he ordered himself a drink while sitting down there. His back was turned to you but you knew what his aim was. Internally you cursed him.

"Hey, isn’t that your boyfriend?" Lucy nodded towards Buck and whispered to you. You nodded your head and sighed. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

You were currently sitting with her alone, luckily no one else in the gang you both were infiltrating was with you. Giving you a night just together. It was very unusual but you both took it as a chance to plan your next steps.

"I‘ll go and get us another drink, warn me if anyone gets too close," you told Lucy as you stood up. She hummed and nodded her head.

You walked over to the bartender and stood right next to Buck but kept a distance from him. You didn’t want to cause too much attention in case anyone in the gang was secretly watching you and Lucy.

"The same drinks twice again, Marc," you smiled at him. He nodded and started making your order. He was a few feet away from you now.

You didn’t look at Buck since you weren’t sure if you were being watched by anyone. "What the hell are you doing here?" You mumbled quietly but Buck was still able to hear you.

"I needed to see you," Buck took a sip from his drink, "I miss you." He noticed that you didn’t look at him which hurt him but he knew you couldn’t risk anything. It was already too risky for you to talk with him in the first place but he needed to risk it.

You sighed and looked down for a moment, "I miss you too,” you replied eventually in a soft whisper. “But you should go. You shouldn’t be here, it‘s too dangerous for you or us." You continued as you watched Marc while he made you the drinks. He shared a polite smile with you from the other side of the bar.

Buck nodded his head and finished his drink before he finally looked at you. You looked different. You had another haircut and hair colour, you even had a few fake tattoos on your body. You looked good in his eyes, different but good. But not as good as you usually look like.

"Here are your drinks Y/C/N," Marc gave you the two drinks and went back to serving other customers. You thanked him and took the two glasses.

You turned your body to Buck and gave him a small reassuring smile, "I‘m okay, don’t worry about me." You whispered once again.

Buck nodded his head again, "I love you." He whispered as you turned around to walk back to Lucy.

"I love you too," you replied quietly and eventually returned to Lucy without turning around again. Buck watched you go and gulped. He didn’t want to leave but he had to, and so he did.

As soon as you sat down again you looked out of the window and looked out for any people who possibly could follow him as he drove away but you weren’t able to see anyone following him. With a sigh and worry on your face, you looked back to Lucy, who already had her eyebrows raised. But before she could say anything you told her that you would talk with him about it once the job is done.

"I mean he knows that he shouldn’t do it but… It‘s Buck after all," you chuckled with her. You tried to hide your fear that someone might have followed Buck and that he could be hurt…. or worse.

After an hour Lucy and you decided to call it a night and drove back to your motel. The following days were quieter than usual. The gang you were working for didn’t contact you or Lucy, which was weird for the both of you but you decided to wait longer. After a few more days, three men came to your motel and took you with them. The conclusion was that the leader wanted to test you and Lucy. He wanted to see if he would be able to trust both of you any longer. Luckily you seemed to have passed his test because he involved both of you in the next steps of his plans.

Two weeks later the whole gang got arrested during a drug deal. The last days weren’t the easiest ones because one of the closer gang members started questioning the story about Lucy and you. Which resulted into the gang leader starting to question both of you as well but the deal was still being done. But you didn’t get out of it without any injuries. One of the gang members hit you in the side of your rips before he got arrested but that was everything that happened.

Your sergeant still made sure you‘d get a checkup in the hospital in case your injury caused any bigger inner injuries. You didn’t want to tell Buck anything about it because you knew he‘d be too worried but as soon as you entered the hospital with Lucy you met him. He and the 118 team just arrived there because Bobby got hurt on their latest call. You wished you could curse whoever was in charge of all the happening events because you didn’t want Buck to worry about you as well if he already was worried about his captain. Buck immediately stood up and rushed over to you, his face was slightly bruised.

"That‘s my cue to go," Lucy bit on her lower lip and held up her thumbs as she left you alone.

"Lucy!" You whisper yelled and held your rips because of your quick movements. Maybe it hurt you a bit more than you thought.

Your action didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, "What… What are you doing here?" He asked you, clearly worried about you. He held you by your arms and sat down with you.

"I‘m just here for a checkup, nothing to worry about," you tried to smile but you knew he‘d see right through it.

He nodded and raised his hand to touch your slightly bruised face but his face turned into slight panic or shock for a moment, "W..wait am I," he looked around and stopped in his tracks, "Am I allowed to talk to you? Is your job over or.."

You chuckled but hissed because of the pain, "It‘s over, we got everything we needed." You looked at him and touched his face to check up on him, "What happened to you?"

"Don’t worry about me. It‘s just a few scratches, we‘re here for Bobby," he told you and explained what exactly happened that led his team to be here.

They tried to rescue a couple after a car crash but another car drove into the accident and the team got slightly hurt. Especially Bobby but nothing too serious, he‘ll be out again after the checkups are complete.

Buck smiled but it was quickly replaced with worry again, "I‘m gonna get you a doctor."

You nodded and Buck left you there. Lucy came back with two water bottles and sat down next to you. She let out a relieved sigh and was clearly happy that the job was finally done. She was tired of brewing all these drugs.

"I guess you won’t talk to him tonight, hm?" She asked you as she gave you one bottle.

You took the bottle and opened it, "About the thing that happened at the bar a few weeks ago?" You took a sip and looked over to Buck who was talking to a doctor. You shook your head and looked back to Lucy, "I don’t think so. He already had a rough day. Talking about this can wait."

Lucy nodded and squeezed your arm after she put her hand on it, "Just don’t wait too long. We or especially you cannot risk it again. The next time it might be too late and one of you might die, or even both of you."

"I know," you sighed as you whispered and pinched your nose bridge. You tried to think about different ways how you should approach him with this topic but you still didn’t find the correct one.

As soon as you were off to go, you went home with Buck. He insisted on staying by your side, especially because it was your first night alone back home in your apartment. Originally, he wanted to drive to his apartment but yours was nearer. Buck waited for you as you got checked and the worry on his face was clearly there. You knew he wanted to ask you so many questions but would he get all of them answered? He didn’t think so, nor did he expect it. But he for sure knew, he would try to get answers out of you about your well-being and how you got hurt.

"Ugh I require so much sleep," you sighed dramatically as soon as you entered your apartment.

You dropped your backpack on the floor and took off your jacket. Buck immediately came over to you to help you. Any big movement hurt you too much, he knew and saw that in your face.

"What happened to you?" He asked you again and reached out to touch your cheek. You didn’t flinch and just looked at him, "I.. I know you can’t tell me explicitly but.. You got hurt. Again."

You took his hand and squeezed it, "I‘m fine, really. It’s just a few scratches and a broken rip." You watched his eyes scanning your face. He furrowed his eyebrows but relaxed them after a few seconds again. He must have been thinking about something but you weren’t sure if he was going to tell you what he had on his mind.

After a few more seconds Buck shook his head and decided that he wanted to know what happened, "Tell me how it happened." He whispered as you turned away from him to get yourself something to drink.

"Buck…" You exhaled after you took a sip from your glass. You didn’t want to tell him everything but you knew he wouldn’t stop asking you about it. That was something you loved about him. That he would never back down from something.

"Please,” he begged desperately, “Tell me everything you can.”

Your eyes found his pleading ones and you slowly nodded your head. "Okay," you sat down with him on your couch.

Buck held your hand the entire time and listened to each of your words. You told him everything you were able to tell him about the past few weeks. From the point where you two met at the bar until almost all the main people from the gang got arrested. You told him about the gang leader starting to question the story about you and Lucy. How everything almost went down and that they were almost outed as detectives but luckily to you, you and Lucy were good enough at convincing most of the gang members. Of course, some didn’t believe you and watched your steps very clearly. Up until early this evening when everyone got arrested. Before your colleagues stormed into the building one gang member confronted you and Lucy. Having evidence that you two were indeed detectives and he threatened you to tell everyone about your lies. Hoping you two would die. Soon you three got into a fight and you got hit by the gang member a few times. In your face and rips mainly. But right after that your colleagues came in and made sure everyone got arrested.

Buck gulped nervously, "You mean… You could have died?"

You slightly nodded your head but immediately squeezed his hands, "But I didn’t, okay? Everything is fine. Everyone got arrested and everything is done." You spoke softly.

"But you still could have died," his voice cracked. His lower lip trembled in fear of the possibility of losing you.

He didn’t want to imagine getting a call about your passing from your boss or any partners. Buck was afraid that you could die in a job. He knew his own job wasn’t the safest either and that you might feel the same way as he did about you and your job. But he couldn’t imagine a life without you, that’s something he was one hundred percent sure of.

"Buck,” you tried to calm him down but it was not possible. You took both of his hands and pulled them to your lips to kiss him on his knuckles. It usually helped him to calm down whenever you did it but this time it didn’t seem to help immediately. “I’m here, okay? Nothing bad happened. I’m-“

"I don’t know how dangerous undercover jobs can exactly be but I don’t want you to die. I can’t lose you,” he shook his head with tears in his eyes.

You didn’t know about his opinion about your job. Both of you haven’t really talked about it before. Sure, you knew he didn’t like your job because he was scared you could badly get hurt again but that he felt this exact way. That was something new. He never was near crying because of it, at least not in front of you.

"You won’t lose me," you reassured him and put one of your hands on his cheek. He leaned his head into your hand but his worries were still present.

You wanted to promise him that he won’t lose you but you didn’t want to make a promise about this. Not, if you weren’t one hundred percent sure if you could keep it. The only way you could keep it was by staying with him because you deeply cared about him and loved him. But regarding to your job, you couldn’t promise him that. Neither could Buck promise you the same thing and both of you knew that.

"But what if there’s a time you can’t help yourself and you get in danger and-," he started rambling but stopped himself to look at you, “I’m worried about you.”

You nodded your head and whispered a few ‘I knows’. "And that’s okay but if I ever get too close to something dangerous, I‘ll get out."

Buck tried to smile at you but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"But…" you started and scooted closer to him. His hand immediately found its way to your thigh. You were thinking about how you could approach another important topic in this whole situation. Because you still needed to talk with him about his appearance at the bar a few weeks ago. But right now, you decided this would be something you should discuss later.

Buck looked at you, waiting for you to continue. He turned his body completely to you and signalled you that he was listening. With your one hand, you wiped away his tears and shook your head. You cuddled into him and wrapped your arms around his torso and so did he.

"There’s something else I need to talk with you about but it can wait for now,” you whispered softly and closed your eyes. “Right now, I just want to sit here with my boyfriend and cuddle with him.”

He nodded his head with a chuckle and squeezed your arms, he tried to make sure he wasn’t accidentally hurting you. He finally had his angel back in his arms. You nuzzled more into his body and hummed, feeling calm and happy. You didn’t want to let go of him and neither did he want to. There was an underlying tension between you regarding you and being an undercover detective but Buck knew he couldn’t change your opinion. You loved being a detective and especially working undercover. After all, it wasn’t just him who was scared every time. Whenever Buck had a shift, you were scared you would get a phone call about his passing or that you’d see anything about it on the news. You deeply cared about each other and were scared for each other but the love between you was stronger than anything else. But little did you know what would come sooner or later.

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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I know this has been asked before but I swear I can never find the links of the post of you answering other people. But I just need all of your plus size/ chubby reader 😽🫶 . I love your stories so much and I can’t wait for more, I was just curious to all the other ones you have because I’m never able to find any 🤧🤧.

Hi lovely! I try to list all chubby/curvy/plus-sized reader stories here (any fandom):

MARVEL

(including oder CEvans / SebStan characters)

Steve Rogers:

The assistant masterlist (CEvans characters)

Big girls don’t cry masterlist (AU)

A fresh start masterlist

The captain at a sex shop (also short reader)

Weakling (a/b/o)

Ransom Drysdale:

Once (1) & its sequels Twice, Thrice, Four times & Five times (a/b/o)

His maid

Trust fund prick

Lee Bodecker:

Snuggle Time

Red-Handed

Bucky Barnes:

You are beautiful masterlist

Burned Muffins & its sequels Burned Cookies & Burned Pancakes It's more implied in the 1st chapter that she's plus-sized in this one)

Best night of your life & its sequel Best night of your life (2) (AU)

Fratboys forever? masterlist (AU)

Chubby Bee 🐝 (AU)

The mobster’s cook & its sequels The mobster’s girl, The mobster’s wife (AU)

Tony Stark:

Obsession Stark Style

Fake Diamond

Multichars:

The Fitness Pack masterlist (Steve Rogers; Sam Wilson; Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson - they all got a separate story - no poly)

Stucky:

Clingy Love (a/b/o)

Chris Evans:

The heat is on masterlist (a/b/o)

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SPN

Dean Winchester:

The new neighbor (a/b/o)

Broken Word Masterlist (AU)

His meaty mouse masterlist (AU)

911 for love Masterlist (Cop AU)

The Italian touch Masterlist

Foody Queen & its sequel His Foody Queen (AU)

Auction of love (AU/a/b/o)

Granny is the best (AU/a/b/o)

No friend of mine

Low

He’s my man

Ashamed

Sexy Suits

Family bonds

The back-up plan

Sharing Showers

The talk

Breaking your heart was never my intention

The DUFF (AU) it's implied that she's chubby - hence the title duff

Alone, together & its sequel Together, again (AU)

Sam Winchester:

Cocky matchmaker (Sam Winchester)

Soulless Instinct (Soulless!Sam Winchester - a/b/o)

John Winchester:

The Roommate masterlist (AU John Winchester)

Others:

Beautiful Mine (Cain - a/b/o)

Sam/Reader/Dean:

Our Girl Masterlist (AU / poly - no Wincest)

Never be your sexy girl (poly - no Wincest)

Jensen Ackles:

The back-up plan

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Sex you up (Henry Cavill)

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THE BOYS

Dumbass stalker masterlist (Soldier Boy)

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TWD

Negan:

You belong to me

Physical Education (AU)

His favorite (Negan - a/b/o)

#lulu answers #marvel #supernatural #plus sized #chubby reader #curvy reader #plus-sized reader #dean winchester #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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sashi-ya · 11 months

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𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 & 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬

⭒ pairing: prets! Eustass Kidd x f! reader. R 18+ ⭒ requested by @thegrandlinesimp 💖 ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 Bruises & Bitemarks by Good with Grenades 𝄞 ⭒ tw: MDNI. fast and furious kinda au. car racing. little scene of "car accident". rough sex (duh) bruises, marks, hickies. masturbation. vag. "enemies to lovers". ⭒ masterlist a song + a character event

“Are you sure you wanna do this, (Name)? You hate Kidd…and he hates you…” “That’s why. And I’m sure I’m gonna win”

The heat mixes with the hard atmosphere of the party. Killer’s home on the top of the hill is packed with people you don’t really know; some are from your uni, others who knows.

It’s not easy to be the friend of whose best friend’s hate you. But there you are, a girlfriend by your side, and a ton of adrenaline ready to run through your veins.

The red haired “little shit” has always picked on you from the moment he met you. And you had no doubt that it was because he was jealous of you; maybe he thought you were taking his best friend away from him…

“Are you ready to lose, little shit?” he asks, grunting as you both walk outside with your keys in your hands.

“Is that you asking the question to yourself? How are you gonna face the humiliation, Kid?”

Kid looks to the side, smirking yet a little annoyed of your shit eating grin. You keep smiling, because the more you do, the more he gets in the mood of… destroying you.

Both unlock your cars; machinery that’s worth more than the whole place. The modifications to make them faster, powerful, fearless.

The sound of roaring motors… Kid says he is the best mechanic in town, but is he really? You are sure that one, is you.

“Be careful, Kid… you know, if you aren’t sure those curves downhill can be difficult to take…” you joke, even if you think you are best, he is an excellent driver, and his drifting skills are as good as yours.

He hits the gas, making his Punk Vice red car grunt with it. His huge back pressed against the racing seat, punk music blasting. Kid pokes the little dinosaur fossil head hanging from the rear-view mirror laughing.

“You should ask your friend to call 911 so they are ready once you can take the first curve, honey. I’m really worried you might end with some bruises tonight”

You give him a sharp sight, a look that could kill, eyes that make him gasp for a few seconds. Your beauty is undeniable, and not even him can resist it.

You look to the front and fasten your safety belts. Placing your hands on your wheel, you bite your lips, and taking a big gasp of air you get ready to risk your life and your car… “Shut up, Eustass and let’s go. It’s time. I won’t bet this time; I know I’m winning. Prepare yourself to admit publicly I’m better than you” you scream from your seat, and over the loud music he likes to play when he drives.

Cars ready, a new crime about to be committed. Drifting and racing is illegal, but you all care? Absolutely not.

Killer softly hits both hoods and laughs. “I still think you should get a room but if this is what you two think is foreplay I won’t get in the middle. Get ready, on the count to three…”

One. his feet on the gas. Your hand on your shift.

Two. a last side look, lustful and competitive from the side windows of your cars.

Three… wind on your hair, full throttle.

The first meters before the first curve downhill are wide enough to fit both cars, but once you get to the turn, someone must pass first or else you could fall to the side of the road.

You lift your foot from the throttle, giving Kidd the impression you are slowing down just to be careful. You can hear his motor roaring, as he probably has stepped over the gas to go faster. Speed might be needed, but he will have to slow down right before the curve, or he won’t be able to use the hand brake to drift. There, when his motions become slower and he needs more curve to let his car drift, you will accelerate, leaving him behind whenever the road becomes even more thinner.

And your plan, becomes successful. Like the dancing of two metallic birds, you are able to squeeze in between the mountain inner wall and his car. Sliding with a feminine delicacy, but with a driving supremacy that not even your tires can notice from how fast you do it.

Your look at him as you pass, seeing the way he becomes angrier… oh, so violent.

“Bye ~” you mouth, leaving him behind and getting ready for the next curve. “Men like you are so simple… haha!”

“BITCH!!!” he screams, hitting the wheel with his fist and red painted nails. He knows the first curve is decisive, the one that is able to take the first position most likely wins… unless you commit a mistake… Or someone makes you commit a mistake.

Your rear lights tempting Kid to hit them, a simple touch with his car while drifting and you will be off road instantly. Should he do it? Or should he lose and admit publicly a girl won against him?

You, absolutely in heaven from winning him and ignorant about Kid’s desires play with the odds by lifting your finger into your rear view and laughing.

Kid growls and his orange eyes cross yours for brief moments in the reflection. He looks scary, and for the first time you are afraid of what he will do.

Meters from the finish line, your heart pumping, and your foot willing to drown the accelerator into the car so you can separate as much as possible from his car.

However, the need of winning and the fear has blurred your mind and concentration has gone away because you aren’t noticing rocks that have crumbled from the mountain at the end of the road. Yet, Kid does.

“(Name), STOP!” he shouts from his car, stupidly believing you could hear him. And what he was planning to do to hurt you and he didn’t… now is what could save your life.

He hits the gas enough to get to the side and with a swift, yet delicate motion, hits the back side of your car forcing you to stop as much as you could.

The sound of metal parts breaking is like a dagger to your heart, but now there is nothing more important than to avoiding your car bump. And Kid knows you are well trained to do so.

Your back and arms hit the sides of your car, but you manage to stop properly without bigger lesions. Kid’s car stops right next to you.

He gets out, running to you, desperately trying to see if you are ok.

“(Name), (Name)!! are you ok? Don’t move!” he screams, trying to open your door.

You, still dizzy and agitated, shake the confusion of your sore body. “WHAT THE FUCK, KIDD? YOU ARE SUCH A BAD LOSER THAT YOU HAD TO HIT MY CAR?? YOU IDI-“

“No, you idiot! Look!!! The road!! If I hadn’t done it you would be dead right now!” he screams, when he is finally able to open the door and getting inside to take you out the car. “Come here, are you ok? Does something hurt? You have blood on your arm but it’s just a scratch but still…”

You notice the way he nervously untucks your belts and try to check for your health so desperately. He takes you out in arms, promising he will fix your car but as long as you are ok he is ok with admitting you won.

You can smell the hint of sweat on his body, mixed with the ferrous one of your own blood coming from your nose. You are safe, it’s just a scratch… but being on his arms, with a chest so big, and your hearts pumping fast… two overflowing adrenaline spilling bodies, and the hate but the attraction…

“Kid… thank you I-“ you mumble, looking straight into his eyes. “Shut up. SHUT UP…” he grunts, fighting against his impulses and once again… losing. His lips crash into yours, what a brute.

You widen your eyes, but instead of resisting, you let your tongues dance in one concupiscent moment.

When the kiss breaks, he doesn’t doubt and places you inside his car. “Get inside, Killer will come and take care of your car” he commands, and even if you already knew, you nod giving him the right to be the one taking decisions.

He manages to slowly and carefully surpass the rocks that have fallen from the mountain, and soon you two are in the road again. Who knows where he drives, you don’t care.

You look at him as you wipe your bloody nose with the back of your hand, and then towards your legs. Kid’s hand lands on your thigh, squeezing right before parking on an old country house.

“Kid I…” you wanna say something. “Shut up” he says, making you laugh. Could he be embarrassed of this? of course he is… after all, he didn’t hate you.

His lips devours yours before coming out of the car, tasting the ferrous flavour of some left blood drops on your mouth. He runs his thumb once again over the commissure of his lips and indicates you to go down.

He walks around, getting to you. Kid’s imponent body tops you against the car side, with his hand resting on the window next to your face.

“You know, I wish I could claim those bruises as mine” he whispers into your mouth. “I can actually blame you, in the strict sense… however, what about leaving some more?” you playfully tell him, purring so sexily.

Both smirk in complicity and with a swift swish, his hands lift you up from your thighs sitting you on top of his hood. “I could fuck you on that house, but I prefer to do it over my creation… be proud, your ass is over my Victoria Punk”

“I feel honoured...” you joke, pulling him over you to kiss you with force. You grimace, something hurts on your body, but you don’t know, nor you care.

His mouth goes from yours towards your neck, mercilessly biting your flesh, leaving the marks you asked him to add. Kidd’s grunts make you tremble, his dominant aura seems enough to leave you breathless.

His hands rip your blouse off, exposing bouncing breasts that become a juicy temptation for him. Kidd gloats at your image, pouncing on you desperately.

As he nibbles on your nipples, he lifts your leg up from the side so that his crotch can hit yours. You can feel his hardness, becoming bigger and throbbing, grazing against the wetness forming inside your panties.

And suddenly every moment of rivalry turns into what it really was… desire, need for the other…

“Fuck me, Kidd” you whine, crossing your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

“Beg for it…” he murmurs, pulling down your shorts, biting your inner thighs as he waits for the pleads.

“Fuck me now, fuck me please… I can’t- I can’t take it no more…” you moan, brushing his red spiky hair back. He looks hot, needy, sweaty. Kid is to you the embodiment of sexual desire and you are dying to try him.

Kid’s grin makes you tremble, he grunts victoriously and with his fingers he moves your panties to the side. Your dripping core appears before him as a holy grail, and he is not sure whether he wants to fuck you once for all or drink it all up.

Red painted nail slides inside your slit, hitting as it goes the upper wall of your entrance. Just one finger, and it makes your back arch… he knows exactly where to push, where you touch.

Then, a second one, while he bites and pulls from your already swollen lips. You moan into his mouth, and he drinks all your pleasure at once. And while he does, his ragged black pants fall to the ground with his studded belt… because Kidd is a true punk, you know.

You can feel his hardness closer to your entrance. And even if he is not touching you with it, the warmth coming from his drippy cock makes you squirm in anticipation.

“Spread big for me, little shit… this time I will definitely let you end first~ ” he grunts, taking his fingers out of you and taking them to his mouth while pumping his dick with his other hand.

You feel like exploding already; the way he enjoys your taste could only give you a hint of how much he will love to eat you alive very soon.

“You… you little shit… you always end last…” you whine, receiving his dominant intrusion into you. Walls clenching, milking, sucking him to go deep.

He gives you such strong thrusts, you are sure you are gonna end up losing your ability to walk. And he goes so hard, that your nails carve marks into his wide back. You can feel his muscles moving as he moves in and out of you, grunting like a beast into your ear.

The hot surface of the hood isn’t even as hot as your bodies melting into one another, loving each other so lustfully under a moonlight night, with bruises and some new hickies all over your skin.

And you begged. And he delivered. Deeper. Rougher. Violently. Competitively.

Biting each other’s necks, leaving so many marks. Sweating, racing so strongly into ecstasy. Getting both to the end at the same time. Perhaps, you were better together… and not one against the other ~

#eustass kid x reader #sashi-ya #eustasscaptainkid #one piece #law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #sashi ya #eustass kidd #eustass kid imagine #eustass kid x you #eustass kid #one piece fanfiction #one piece kid #kid one piece

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storiesofsvu · 1 month

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It's Bingo Time!!

I usually do some kind of bingo for my birthday/spring and I figured it'd be fun to do one again this year. Though the timeline may be different, we'll see lol.

Prompts are all spring/summer themed or smut. Any and all of them can be made as suggestive as you’d like, you don’t need to keep the smut fics to the smut prompts!

Submissions can be anything! A mood board, headcanons, drabbles, gif sets, a one shot, a mini series/collection including all the prompts, social media au’s, whatever you want!!

The rest of the rules are under the cut!

Prompts can be made into any genre, make it super spicy, super fluffy, or heartbreaking. Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warning at the top and in the tags!!

Fics can be a ship, reader insert, an OC, whatever you want! This is for you to have some fun and get creative!

Accepted Fandoms:

-Anything and Everything!! Yes!! I am always wide open to every fandom out there! It does not need to be something I write for, regularly read or even know what it is! It’s your choice!

Some examples:

Law and Order (svu, oc, og, ci),Criminal Minds, 911, MCU, One Chicago, NCIS, Grey’s Anatomy, OUAT, CAOS, Private Practice, Abbott Elementary and everything and anything in between!

Rules!

You must tag me @storiesofsvu and use the hastag #kbdaybingo2024 on each creation. There’s a chance I will put together a masterlist (and if I do I likely won’t until it’s all over)

Bingo begins May 1st and runs all the way to June 27th

Only post ONE creation PER DAY, and only one square per creation

No under age oc’s/yn’s

Tag all and every warning appropriately at the top of the fic

Anything over 1000 words MUST be under a readmore

Please appropriately tag your characters! I don’t want to see a list of side characters who have one line or are only mentioned when it’s a specific character x reader fic!

For each fic you write, you’ll earn a ballot and at the end I’ll do a draw and there will be a winner!! (don’t ask me what the prize is yet lol)

Everyone is welcome to participate! (anyone submitting or reading smut must be over 18!!)

If you have any questions feel free to message me!!

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tagging some people I think might be interested!

@whiteberryx @rustyzebra @iamnotoriginalphil @happenstnces @bullet-prooflove @hotchfiles @prentiss-theorem @scorpsik @thatesqcrush @witches-unruly-heart @polkadotpenguin16 @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity @waitingfortheendtocome @five-bi-five-mind @demonicbaby666 @baubeautyandthegeek @safficranger @valentinesfrog @milfandh0ney @asolitaryrose3 @alexblakegf @hotchs-big-hands @just-a-torn-up-masterpiece @mxmmyprentiss @alexblakeisgay @jordanstark007 @chestnutninny @maximoffcarter @lizdonnelly @v3nusxsky

#writing #writing bingo #criminal minds #law and order svu #law and order #grey's anatomy #ncis #abbott elementary #chicago pd #chicago med #mayans mc #marvel mcu

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sunnyie-eve · 5 months

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22 | Backfired

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: Accident that could have been death

Word Count: 2.2k

| MASTERLIST |

"What's up everybody the prank wars are still continuing. I've finally decided to get Penelope. She's been up in her room all day because she had a long shoot yesterday. So today I have a rodent glue with me and I'm going to put on the two steps on our staircase. I'm hoping when I call her down she's come running and get stuck on one then the second one." Elton sets up cameras to film her getting stuck.

"I'm gonna call her real quick." He FaceTimes her.

"You never call me what?" She asks confused.

"I need you downstairs it's Circa and something is wrong and she's not letting me near her. Help me please." He panics.

"Okay, okay." She hangs up rushing out of her room and as soon as she takes one step down, her foot gets stuck but since she was running full speed she takes a tumble down the stairs.

"Shit! Penelope!" Elton rushes over as she lays on the floor. "Penelope." He tapped her but she was knocked out and could see her head was bleeding a bit. "Guys! Help!" Elton calls out for the rest of the house.

"What?" Corey sticks his head out of his room.

"It's Penelope, she fell down the stairs. My prank backfired!" He shouts panicking.

"This isn't funny Elton." Aaron comes out as well.

"I'm not joking! Help me. Watch where you step!" He tells them know as a tiny pool of blood starts. "Fuck!" He stares at her as everyone comes downstairs.

"What the hell?" Sam rushes to her side, "This isn't a prank?"

"Penelope, come on. Wake up." Colby carefully touches her. "Someone call 911!" He panics not wanting to move her.

"I'm on it." Corey runs upstairs carefully to get his phone.

"What was the original fucking prank?" Colby looks over at Elton.

"Human glue trap. She was just supposed to get stuck not tumble down the stairs. That's what the cameras are set up at certain angles." Elton explains.

"Turn them off now!" Sam shouts going to do it himself.

When the ambulance arrives taking Penelope to the hospital, Colby goes with her while everyone changes to go to the hospital as well.

In the ambulance, Penelope opens her eyes finally looking at Colby, "You're gonna be okay. I'm not leaving your side. I promise." He tells her before her eyes shut again.

At the hospital, they ask Colby questions about what happened and if she had any family they could contact but he tells them that they still live in Kansas, so he'll call them but she lives with him and their other roommates. So at the moment if any choices would need to be made Colby had a say.

"Is she okay?" Sam finds Colby in the waiting room.

"They rushed her into surgery. Something about internal bleeding as well. As soon as we got here her heart rate dropped. I said all call her family but I want to wait till after surgery." Colby lets him know things.

The others show up and wait as well after Colby keeps them up to date. Colby sees the doctor finally walk towards him so he gets up and walks to him.

"Is she okay? Did everything go well?" Colby tries to stay calm.

"The surgery went well..."

"But?" Colby could tell that's what he was going to say.

"She still hasn't woke up yet. We gave her some time after the surgery but she still hasn't woke up like normally. We gave her, her own room to stay in. For this situation, I advise max of three guests in the room with her but when family comes it's okay if they are all in there."

"What room is she? I'm staying with her till her family can get a flight here. We grow up together so I'm not leaving her side." Colby tells the doctor so the doctor tells him the floor, room, and hall.

"Is she okay?" Devyn asks as Colby walks back to them.

"Surgery went fine but she's not waking up yet. They have her a room. Max guests in the room is three right now. I plan on staying here with her." He tells the group.

"I'll go home and pack you a bag for a few days." Sam sighs trying not to cry.

"I'll help you." Katrina takes Sam's hand into hers.

"I have to call her mom or Harper to let them know. So who wants to wait in the room for a bit?" Colby asks.

"I want to." Devyn raises her hand quickly.

"Okay, so you three stay here. Aaron, Sam, Kat, and I will go home. Just keep us updated." Elton messes with his hands.

"I will." Colby leaves with Corey and Devyn following him to Penelope's room.

Getting to the room the two let Colby go in by himself first to see her. Her IVs were in her arm, she had oxygen on her, and a broken arm as well. The sight just caused Colby to break down in tears. He tries his best to get himself together before letting Devyn and Corey in.

"I'm gonna call her mom." Colby goes out into the hall.

"Colby? It's odd hearing from you sweetheart, what's going on?" Victoria asks him.

"A prank at the house failed and Penelope's in the hospital. Her surgery went fine but she still hasn't woken up. Sam is packing me a bag to stay here with her till you guys can get here." He lets her know.

"Colby... Me and the guys are in Canada at the moment for Turner's competition but Harper is in Vegas with some friends so she can get there before me. I'll call her for you. I know you'll be with Penelope in the meantime. Thank you for letting me know." She ends the call so he goes back to the room.

"Her mom is in Canada and her sister is in Vegas so Vic is gonna call Harper to let her know." Colby tells the two.

"I need to go home. I can't see her like that." Devyn leaves the room crying.

"You gonna be okay?" Corey eyes Colby.

"I'll be fine, Corey. Like I said, I'll keep you guys updated." He tells him so he leaves while Colby sits on the sofa looking at Penelope.

When Sam brings Colby his bag he stays for a bit with Colby before heading home alone. Since there wasn't much to do Colby just made himself comfortable on the sofa watching TV, while keeping an eye on Penelope.

"Just in here to get her vitals." A nurse comes in.

"You guys probably have no idea but do you know when she'll wake up?" Colby asks her.

"Sadly we don't. We hope for not too long." She tells him then leaves the room.

"Please wake up soon, Penelope. I can't see you like this. I don't want to see you like this. I need you to wake up." Colby goes to hold her hand kissing the top of her head.

A few days passed and Penelope still wasn't awake yet. Harper hadn't been able to leave Vegas yet before she broke her leg and her girlfriend was in jail. Victoria was still stuck in Canada for Turner so Colby was still by himself with Penelope.

"Normally when you're in a not-so-good mood you listen to One Direction." Colby takes to Penelope putting on her playlist since Sam brought her phone as well.

Colby plays the music next to her and dances around the room singing along as Penelope just laid there.

There is no other place that I would rather be

Than right here with you tonight

As we lay on the ground I put my arms around you

And we can stay here tonight

'Cause there's so much that I wanna say, I wanna say

Colby gives up taking a seat in the chair he put next to her bed, "You know even when your family shows up I'm not leaving. Remember you're stuck with me so you actually have to wake up." He pokes her arm tearing up.

A knock at the door makes Colby wipe his eyes before Sam comes in alone, "Still nothing?"

"Nothing." Colby holds Penelope's hand.

"She's going to be okay, Colby. I believe in her." Sam takes a seat.

"I need her here Sam." Colby snaps.

"I know, we all do." Sam tries to calm him down.

"You don't get it! I think I love her... And you get what type I mean." Colby leans back in his chair.

"You think you love her?"

"Yes..."

A few days turned into two weeks till Penelope's mom finally made it with Turner and her husband Richard.

"She's still not woken up?" Victoria enters the room.

"I would have let you known if she woke up." Colby tells her.

"Since we're here now you can go home. Het some good rest in your bed." Richard tells Colby.

"Thanks but no thank you. I'm not leaving her." Colby tells him.

Richard was Harper and Penelope's stepdad while he was Turner's bio dad. Colby and the girls didn't care for him much since he talked shit about Matthew, the girl's dad, who passed away when they were 14 and 12 years old.

"Her family is here now and you're just her friend, Colby." He adds.

"Richard, Colby is fine staying here." Victoria gives him a look. "But Colby, please actually eat some good food. Go to the nearest McDonald's or whatever."

"Can I go with him?" Turner asks his mother.

"That's fine, honey."

Both boys leave quietly going to Colby's car that Sam brought and having Kat pick him up. "Is Penny going to wake up soon?" Turner asks Colby.

"I don't know. I'm hoping that she does, Turner."

"Has she shown any signs of waking up?" He asks making Colby hit his steering wheel.

"I'm sorry... No, she hasn't. I just don't wanna talk about it, Turner. I've just been in that room since she got here and every day I beg her to wake up." Colby apologizes to the sixteen-year-old.

Turner looks at Colby as they drive off, "Are you just worried as her best friend or? You can tell me. I can tell when a guy has feelings."

"Yes, I do but she doesn't know that." They go to eat.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Richard and Victoria were slightly fighting about Colby being at the hospital when he could go home.

"Mom!" Harper shows up coming into the room with her crutches.

"Babe." They hug each other, "Colby went out for food with your brother."

"Colby actually left the room?" Harper takes a seat, "He said he refuses to leave her."

Richard went out for a walk around the hospital while Vic and Harper stayed in the room watching TV. Slowly Penelope's eyes start to flutter open looking around the room, "Da-daddy?" She sees her dad sitting in the chair next to her holding her hand.

The sound of Penelope's voice causes the two to look over at her, "Babygirl!" Victoria rushes over to her side, "You're awake." She smiles before rushing to get a nurse while Harper goes to her sister.

"Colby... Where's Colby?" She starts to tear up remembering what he said in the ambulance.

"He went out to eat with Turner. He'll be back." She said as the doctor came in to check her out and run tests.

Once the door opens Penelope looks over to see Colby with her brother, Colby puts the food on the counter before rushing over to her.

"You weren't here when I woke up." She cries to him.

"I'm sorry." He hugs her, "I know I promised you." He kisses her forehead before letting her go.

"Glad you woke up." Turner smiles so Penelope motions for him to hug her.

For the night, Colby stays with her while her family gets a hotel room to stay in for a while. Both watch TV while eating McDonald's since Harper brought them some.

"So you've been sleeping there for two weeks?" Penelope looks at Colby's setup.

"Yes, I have. Sam, Devyn, and Corey volunteered to stay a night each but I said no. As I promised, I stayed by your side. I talked to you every day. We had a little One Direction concert. I finally watched Titanic from beginning to end." He makes her laugh as they finish eating.

"Colby, can you lay with me for a few minutes, please?" She asks as he gets ready for bed.

Colby smiles walking over and gets in the bed with her since they gave her a big bed. She cuddles into him carefully tearing up, "What's wrong?"

"I thought... I thought I was dead for a minute when I woke up. I saw my dad sitting next to me holding my hand. I could feel him holding my hand, Colby." She cries.

Colby didn't know exactly what to say so he just held her close to him, "Maybe he just wanted to make sure you were okay." He holds her tighter.

"Thank you for staying with me, Colby. It really means a lot to me. When I woke up I asked where you were." She whispers to him.

"Ah, you wanted me?" He chuckles.

"I always want you." She giggles talking about when she's scared, nervous, or in any serious situation.

Colby's heart starts to beat super fast as he makes the decision that was going to change their relationship from that moment on. She could hear he was having trouble saying something so she leaned back to look at him just for him to lean in ever so slightly till she felt the soft brush of his lips before he gently pressed his lips to hers.

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fangirlera-part2 · 10 days

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Plan 911 - How they Met (filler)

✦ Genre: SMAU

✦ SC #: 11

✦ Warnings: none

**Author’s note: So figured I'd make a post regarding how the boys meet this random ass girl. I'm also doing a "character interview" for the main girl, so if there's anything you want to know about her please just ask in the comments and I'll include it in the future post! Please remember these do not represent the boys in any way shape or form.

I'm also thinking of starting a taglist for this smau. You can just let me know if you want to be tagged for future parts and I'll add you to it.

Part 1 ¦ Part 2 ¦ Part 3 Masterlist

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morallyinept · 6 months

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A full transcribe of MAX PHILLIPS' dialogue/lines from the film BLOODSUCKING BASTARDS.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Hey Evan!

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Question. What do we sell here?

No, Michael. We sell dreams.

Sales is… seduction. And when you seduce, do you say I have a 401k? Or I floss? No. You say, I love you. Because people make decisions from the heart. You want to sell a bunch of useless crap to fat losers in Alabama and bored housewives in Iowa, feed their dreams. Convince them. Their lives can transcend the pointless slog of being human. Give them hope. Open their eyes to something… bigger. Sink your teeth into their poor, pathetic lives, and give them life. And better abs.

Our goal for this month is… one million dollars in sales. It’s aggressive, yes. I’m confident we can hit it. And if we don’t, Ted and I have already agreed we’ll be forced to kill all of you.

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Thank you, Gerry.

Are those the employee files I requested?

Listen, Amanda. I know you and Evan have a history, and I know that you care about him.

Sure, sure, sure, tell you what. After I settle in, you and I can schedule some one-on-one and get to know each other.

Hey, buddy! Just had a little HR talk. Thanks, Mandy, we’ll circle back round.

Long time no see, am I right?

Listen, Evan. I know you and I had a little falling out. But as far as I’m concerned, water under the bridge. Ancient history. ‘Cause it’s all about the company now, right?

Knew I could count on you.

__________________

We’re going to get this place lean and mean, Theodore. We're gonna need to separate the meat from the talent. We’re gonna-

Evan, Evan. Slow down! What’s up now?

Ted, call security.

Evan, this isn’t some way of stalling on the Fallowcite presentation, is it?

We’re counting on ya, slugger.

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Dave, right?

I hear you're the guy to talk to about office pools. Company’s sports zsar.

Oh yeah?

Oh, nonsense. Morale is vital to the health of any company. And you make an important contribution. Let’s pop into my man cave and you can give me the Vegas tips on NBA playoffs and dirt on upcoming events, you know, man stuff.

__________________

Oh gosh, buddy, that hurts my feelings. I'm sure Amanda is great in a crisis, but don’t you think this call is more suited to 911?

I just devoured her… fabulous Osso Bucco! Who knew she was such a demon in the kitchen? Absolutely open another bottle, as long as it’s red!

Do I hear banging? On your end, I mean. There’s no banging happening here, yet.

It’s Evan calling to tell us he’s absolutely crushing the Fallowcite presentation for tomorrow. Do you wanna talk to him?

Sorry, buddy, you’re stuck with me.

I think you better focus on your own problems, bro. But I’ll give Amanda your best. Actually, I’ll give her mine. It’s better.

Where are we, is the more pertinent question?

You… have beautiful eyes.

Don’t I know it...

__________________

Ted. Ted, Ted. Let’s not be hasty. Andrew finished the job, but Evan laid down the groundwork. Look at this poor fella. He was just passed over for a promotion, he slept in the supply closet and he smells like a dead worn hooker. He’s just having a rough patch. Let’s give him a pass on this one, ‘kay?

__________________

Poor, poor, Elaine. All ginger and no joy.

Yes, you do! I want you… ssh.

You all are.

__________________

Corporate was threatening to shut down the entire branch, I simply presented Ted with an alternative.

After your little stunt in college, the only school that would take me was this university in Romania. But it turns out, it had a very unique MBA programme. Whole new paradigm in business management.

That is the worst part of this job! Firing people.

It’s true, Amanda. You gotta start working on your stubbornness if you wanna be a part of the team.

Is that so?

Oh. Okay. Well, show yourselves out.

Bye, gang.

__________________

Oops.

Oh no, no, no, no, no. I need you to learn how to delegate.

Not if you kill them first, people. Learn how to take the initiative if you don't want me to micro manage!

No, it’s a balancing act, to be sure.

Well don’t worry about it. It’s mostly marketing.

Still, a good manager knows when his staff is getting overextended. Be a dear and call downstairs for me, would ya?

Yeah feel free, make yourself at home.

Who am I going to get to stock the supply closet now?

Ehh. I’ll make more.

Not in the slightest.

Oh honestly, guys. Did you really think it was going to be that easy?

Oh come on! You think I'd attempt to take over this entire company without consulting Legal first?

Amanda? A private word with you in my office, please.

Hey, remember when I did this to your girlfriend in college without using supernatural powers?

Evan, you can go home for the day. Frank. You can die.

__________________

Oh, hey pal! I was just about to turn your girl and fuck her on Ted’s desk.

Sorry, hahaha, my desk.

Amanda. You need to focus on your job. HR is going to be swamped with all the new hires we’re going to need.

My management style is effective! And refreshing.

Evan. Do you remember what I said we sell here?

Yeah. That was bullshit. We sell fear.

Our customers are afraid. Afraid that life is passing them by, which to be fair, it is. And that is why you are perfect for this place, because you are a coward!

You were afraid to tell Amanda you love her because of why? Because you work together? Because she earns more than you?

You didn’t even have the balls to quit when this incompetent turd passed you over for the guy you hate most on the face of the earth. You are so afraid of life, haha, that you actually want to be sales manager in this shit hole!

We are trying to have a conversation!

And I’m not gonna change you. That’s right. I’m gonna keep you alive and stuck in this pathetic, pointless job from now until the day you die.

This suit is bespoke!

Sharing the desk with the photo printer whilst I stay young with the woman you love, immortal at my side!

Yeah. Yeah. That’s the way it works.

__________________

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

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steveharringtonat3am · 2 years

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Mutual masturbation with Eddie

kinktober masterlist!

pairing: eddie x fem!reader

word count: 911

warnings: dirty thoughts, little friends to lovers, masturbation (male and female)

“So…what did you pick for movie night?” I ask my best friend, who is currently shoving his face full of candy.

“Uhhh some rom-com? Steve said you’d like it.” He shows me the cover and I take it, skimming the summary on the back.

“About last night? It looks…interesting.” My eyes widen when I read the tagline, the mentions of sex already making me nervous. It was bad enough I had a huge crush on Eddie, I didn’t need a racy movie to get me even more hot and bothered around him.

“It better be or I’m gonna smack Harrington. I’m tired of falling asleep on your couch.” He shifts closer to me, passing me the bowl of popcorn.

“Aw but then I won’t get to see you drool!” I grin as he mock-gasps.

“I do not drool!”

“You so do!” I giggle and pop the tape into the player, before settling back into my spot. I can feel Eddie’s body heat and I have to fight the urge to snuggle up to him.

Once the movie starts to play, I’m already shifting around. I hadn’t expected it to be so…explicit.

“You alright? Look a little…uncomfortable.” He reaches over to pat my knee and I just nod. Meanwhile, my head is full of dirty thoughts as the characters passionately makeout on screen. I push the blanket further down my body, sipping my soda as I try to cool down.

“This is an…interesting movie.” Eddie remarks as the characters start to fuck. I glance over at him to see his hand start to adjust his sweatpants and as I let my eyes trail a little higher-

God this movie night is gonna be the death of me.

“If you wanna take care of…that I don’t m-mind.” I get the words out as quick as possible, eyes glued to the screen so I don’t have to deal with his reaction.

“Yeah? Cause you’ve been squirming an awful lot, princess. So if you wanna take care of yourself too, I wouldn’t mind.” I finally turn to lock eyes with him. He’s grinning at me and I decide that fuck it, I might as well.

“Okay.” I can see the shock on his face as I slide out of my sweatpants, leaving me in nothing but a simple pair of cotton panties. Eddie’s eyes are trained on the area between my legs and I start to get a little shy.

“Stop staring, Ed!” He just smirks and starts to undo his pants as well.

“I can’t help it. Just so pretty.” I feel my thighs clench together at the praise and I watch him notice.

When he’s left in his tight black briefs, I start to slowly drag my fingers up and down my thighs. I let my eyes flutter shut and try to pretend like I’m not about to masturbate with my best friend watching. I slip my hand into my panties and I hear a slight noise of complaint from Eddie.

“You’re not gonna take ‘em off? I have my dick out here, least you can do is take off your panties.” He even pulls out the puppy dog eyes and I sigh as I tug my panties off. I toss them at Eddie, who catches them with a wide grin.

“Thanks. I needed a place to cum.” If I wasn’t wet before, I definitely was now.

“J-just be quiet, Munson.” The second my eyes land on his cock, I close them. I was not ready for how fucking perfect is looks and I feel my mouth starting to water.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” I start to slowly circle my clit and I hear a soft moan escape Eddie’s mouth. I finally gather the courage to open my eyes and nearly have a heart attack at the sight of him. His head is thrown back, eyes barely open as his hand slowly pumps up and down his cock. It’s a slow but even pace and I start to match it with every circle of my clit.

My head flashes with images of Eddie and I, tangled together like the characters of the movie. Kissing him and touching him and just being with him. The fantasy is so perfect and I let myself get lost in it.

“Fuck you’re so pretty, angel.” He mumbles it but I hear him all the same.

“Th-thank you.” I barely get the words out as my orgasm gets closer and closer. Eddie’s hand starts moving faster, his eyes trained on the hand between my legs.

“Are you gonna cum babe? Gonna make a mess all over yourself?” The dirty talk is too much for me, and I moan loudly as I work myself through a mindblowing orgasm. Far away, I watch Eddie groan, cumming into my panties and slowly stroking himself as his cock softens.

“That-that was a good movie.”

2 days later, Eddie arrived at Family video with a huge grin as he returned a tape. Robin took one look at him and groaned as Steve cheered.

“What? What’s going on?” Eddie questions as Steve takes the tape.

“Oh nothing you need to worry about Munson. Just glad you enjoyed the movie.”

He doesn’t see Robin slip Steve a twenty.

hope you enjoyed!!

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smolvenger · 10 months

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How To Fake Date A Spy Part Two

Jonathan Pine x fem! Reader Miniseries

Word Count: 6K

Series Summary: You have to deal with numerous men of Roper's business having a gross interest in you for more than small talk. Going to Roper for help, he offers an idea- pretending to be the date of his newest friend. A handsome sous-chef known as Thomas Quince. Little do you know yet, the man's real name is Jonathan Pine and he is on a mission to take Roper down...

Part One

Chapter Warnings: Reader being thirsty, but no smut (yet). Discussions of depression and suicidal intentions with the character of Elena with a note of hope and good mental health and comforting fluffy fix-it goodness. But if you or a loved one have legit intentions, please get help and tell someone, 988 is the American hotline number in addition to 911. Some angst at the end. Discussions of domestic abuse.

A/N: Shout out to @muddyorbsblr for hyping me up as I was writing this draft!!! It always motivates me !!! Thanks, Bestie!!! I hope you guys like it!

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A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

Why the hell was this happening? Why the hell did you even agree to do this?

Just a few minutes before the cocktail party hosted by Roper. The first time you and Thomas would be seen as a couple in public. That is, a pretend couple. You have taken at least twelve anxiety trips to the restroom in the last two hours. You still felt like any minute you would shit yourself. You kept redoing bits of your makeup because your hand kept shaking. If there was a wrong step, a wrong move, you wondered if something would explode. If someone would either laugh at you or Roper would frown. Then again, this was The Worst Man In The World we were talking about. A frown would be the least of your worries if he wasn’t happy. And Thomas, what was going through his head? It was too long since you dated-really dated. And your heart was racing out of your chest.

You took another look in the mirror to make sure your cocktail dress was right. What would he even think? You wondered. He was probably repulsed by you- he was forced into this too! Now that Elena was your roommate, she was applying mascara next to you. But you could only stare blankly at your reflection. Overthinking and psyching yourself out as you scanned your appearance again.

“Hey Y/N, what's up?” she asked.

“I’m…I’m just…uh…nervous,” you replied. Nothing fake about that statement.

“Nervous? How come?” She began.

She looked around and then whispered. “Are you…are you in danger….did…”

“No, Roper didn’t threaten anything!“It’s just uh…I hope…I hope tonight just…goes okay,”

“Alright. Whatever you say. It’s just a cocktail party. Another party full of boring guests doing boring fancy things.”

“Well, Elena…today, uh, I gotta tell you something- uh-”

Then there it was. The fateful knock against the door. You jumped and let out a small shout of surprise. Elena looked at you with wide, scared eyes. You saw her hand shake with the mascara tube. But you held her other hand.

Then a soft, British voice was behind. You felt the teenage girl relax. You, however, did not.

“Y/N, I’m here. Ready when you are.”

Taking in a breath, you went to the door and opened up. Though you were delighted to see Thomas. The black eye and nose healed nicely. The bruises didn’t seem too obvious with his tanned skin. The sight of him was dazzling- a crisp blue suit that brought out how his eyes were like the spring sky. He looked down and smiled at you. You couldn’t speak at the sight of him. Excitement mixed with nervousness.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” he asked with a warm smile.

You looked back and saw that Elena tilted her head and squinted at him.

“Are you escorting us?” asked.

“Y/N is my date, but I’ll be glad to walk you over too,” he replied with a shrug.

You might have grown feathers and laid eggs before Elena's eyes. Her jaw fell to the floor. Then she looked at the two of you.

“Your date?!” she cried.

“Yeah….Thomas and I are dating!” you announced matter-of-factly. At least, you hoped it sounded matter-of-fact.

You put on a smile that you hoped wasn't too false looking- small and happy. You leaned in a little closer to him.

"Why....uh....congrats!" Elena replied.

"Yes...I wanted to tell you Elena, but..." you began

You felt your hands twitch and you hoped she wouldn’t notice. Then Thomas stepped forward.

"No, it's alright....come join us, Elena. You’re always welcome with us.”

As Elena walked out beside you two. Both of your clicking heels echoed in the hallway. Her dark hair contrasted with the white of her dress. As she got closer, you could hear the guests chatting. Her mother stepped up and opened an arm. She went up and got her mother’s hand and then walked to the party.

You walked beside Thomas, only giving the odd glance at him. You felt your heart pick up as you got closer. You felt fluttery inside. When Elena and her mother vanished into the party, Thomas leaned in towards you.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“Is water wet?” you replied dryly.

"Take my hand," he instructed.

He splayed out his hand before you- large and smooth. You reached yours, then hesitated before touching him.

“Your hand?" you repeated.

"Take my hand, Y/N. It will make it more believable,” he said.

With a deep breath, you took his hand. It still felt warm, warm from the sun that shone on his skin. His own large hand was soft on you again. With his free hand, he touched your chin, his thumb going to the corners of your mouth. It felt as intimate as a kiss on your thigh. You felt yourself take a breath so deep, you got a little dizzy. Then you went up to him. Suddenly, though there was a whole party of people, it felt like you two were the only ones on earth. Though you had more presentation of calm, his voice was doing nothing for your racing heart.

“Now…we have to smile. Just relax. It’ll be easier than you think,” he advised.

You unclenched your jaw at him. Under the graze of his thumb, you felt the corners of your lips twitch up.

“There…there it is,” he said, with a smile that matched yours.

Then use that…like method acting. Y/N you thought.

So then you both walked on and entered holding hands. It was another large group with cocktails in wide glasses and thin stems. Full of light laughter like wind chimes on a summer day. It was thick with every cologne and perfume you could name. There were bright flowers and green, leafy plants everywhere. Waiters in suits walked around serving drinks and hors devours. You felt Thomas squeeze your hand and you walked with a smile.

Just stay by him and hold his hand and smile. It had been too long- why didn't you notice what it was couples did? Your sister draped her arm around Roper's all the time. Caro would give kisses on Sandy's cheek and then his lips.

Yet when you entered, eyes went forward in greedy curiosity. You were recognized. And so was the new man-Danny’s savior. You saw their acknowledgment. The big eyes. The frozen smiles. Some noticed you and then immediately turned to their circle. Then those people turned heads. You couldn't hear a word but you knew they were talking about you.

But best of all were the men’s reactions. When your gross potential suitors turned to you, they saw your hand firmly in Thomas’s. And there were frowns on all of their faces. Then a nod when their eyes met Thomas's. He would nod back. The man who bested them. The man who beat them. Now, for once, you could be at a party of Roper’s and relax.

Well, not entirely. Elena was still with her family. And you made sure that you at least stayed by her side. You wouldn't leave her alone. The thought of what almost happened at her birthday party... made you want to be sick and disturbed you so much that it chilled your body and made you tense. So you kept an eye on her at the bare minimum. Though it seemed by now, she was sitting by Danny as he showed her his books.

"Wouldn't you like something to drink, darling?" Thomas asked, his voice putting a bit more weight on darling.

"I would love a drink" You nodded.

Both of you walked up to the bar. There was already a guy right by you. The guy from the last party who asked about your book- you could feel his green eyes on you and already smell the hair gel on his platinum blonde comb-over. You could see him get ready with a way to hit on you as he sat. But then his eyes turned up to see the intimidating Six Foot Two barricade to get to your panties. The guy shrunk into himself and then turned away promptly. You had to smirk. You knew he wanted to date you. But now it looked like the only date That Asshole would get tonight would be with his right hand.

"Could the lady have a martini, please?" Thomas asked the bartender. The old man nodded and handed you one. Thomas leaned there to watch the bartender make the drink.

Right as you turned, another familiar man from the other day swung by. Mr. Jacobson. He had been pretty persistent and determined last time. Though your body flinched as if ready for a fight, you made yourself still. Part of you didn’t shoo him away because you knew it was going to be entertaining to watch him try tonight.

You saw Thomas turning to watch you two.

"Hey there, Y/N, you look gorgeous again," Mr. Jacobson said, picking at a toothpick between his teeth with the sensual appeal of a patient at the dentist.

You opened your mouth to speak. To say something. A fruitless refusal. It was in your habit to. Then your fake boyfriend arrived. You felt Thomas’s arm reach across your shoulders. A protective half-hug. You could feel the muscles from how well fitted his suit was and you felt your breath flutter in your lungs. Looking up, Thomas gave the man an icy glare.

"I know she does."

The pure threat of it. If you had to be honest, the low growl in his voice…did something to you. You felt yourself clench your legs. Your breath was shallow and sharp You...liked it. Yes, it wasn't the most progressive thing to be a damsel in distress. But with this fine specimen in blue rescuing you, you were not going to complain.

Mr. Jacobson jumped and his face turned pale. He put his arms up.

"Oh, my bad! My bad! I thought she was...single, you know."

"No, she's not," Thomas said flatly. His glare continued right into the eyes of Mr. Jacobson.

“I am so sorry, man. So sorry, I swear…won’t happen! Won’t happen again!” he begged.

"It won't," Thomas replied firmly.

The guy fluttered away to the other end of the room. You looked up and smiled.

"Thank you, Thomas,"

“Y/N!” you heard Jed from across the room. Already in her light blue summery dress. The flowing skirt made her seem like a mermaid as she walked up. Then she widened her eyes at you.

You turned around and went over to give her a hug.

“You look lovely!” she said.

“Oh Jed, stop! You look gorgeous too!” you shook.

“Oh, don’t say that and…is that…is that Thomas!?” she asked.

You turned over. Thomas went up to her and shook her hand.

“Yes…” You turned to her. Trying to ignore how dry your mouth was with the phrase.

“Jed, Thomas, and I are dating now!” you announced. You followed it by sipping your martini.

Her jaw dropped, but she let a smile on her dazzling face and hugged you.

“Oh my god…that’s wonderful! Y/N! Oh, you should have told me the second it happened!”

"We wanted to be private...until we were certain we were on the same page," you lied through your teeth mid-hug.

Then she dropped to a frown and her eyes hardened. She let go of the hug and crossed her long arms.

“My sister is a sweetheart. And you will treat her well. You got it?”

You were surprised, but you took it.

“Yes, miss," Thomas replied.

“I will fight you if you do anything to hurt you,” she added.

“I understand…and I won’t do anything, Jed. I'll treat her well. Promise," he swore.

“Thank you…”

You sighed. Jed was right- he was decent. As dinner arrived, you both sat next to Elena and her parents. You were glad for her being a third wheel. She spoke to you and smiled. You even made jokes with each other. Both you and Thomas were aware of holding each other's hands whenever possible. But it didn't feel too different from just eating next to him anytime. He did flash you a smile and you found yourself smiling back. On instinct.

But…you couldn’t get this too complicated quickly. No, you read enough Romance novels to know where this kind of shit led up to. It wasn't right. You didn't like this...romance was in stories and fiction. Not in the real world. In the real world, where too many men, men like Roper, were just there to assert power and squash the women beneath them to prove a point. You couldn't risk that. Couldn't risk anything. Just enjoy a fleeting fantasy. A pretense. Like being an actor on the stage.

After dinner, he led you out to the balcony. There were a couple of other people out there smoking cigarettes and admiring the view of the city and the ocean at night. Then they began to walk off. You both were left alone. So you squared your voice.

"Thomas, promise me this thing. Don't get any emotions. Because I won't. Let's not get too attached to each other during this. The last thing I need is to actually believe our little game with Roper.”

He leaned over the balcony. A light breeze from the night drifted onto you both.

“What emotions should be involved?” he asked.

You felt yourself cross your arms. Your jaw hung open, but no words formed immediately.

“Um...Just....friendship I guess, nothing more," you answered.

He nodded with a small smile.

"If that is what makes you safe, then I won't mind," he assured you.

You put your forearms on the balcony. You looked out at the moonlight as its reflection still shimmered over the gentle rustling of the sea.

"You’re quite the gentleman," you acknowledged.

“I tried. I saw how uncomfortable they made you, Y/N. I feel sorry you have to go through that… You don’t deserve to feel unsafe," he said.

"Thank you....Thomas, Maybe I should return the favor…Is there anything I can help you with, Thomas?" you asked, turning to him.

He looked at you. Then he licked his lips and took in a breath, ready to say his boon.

"Not really, just this one thing..." he began.

“What is it?”

"If they're going to believe we're a couple...we have to know things about each other. That’s what couples do. They might test us. Especially when we’re alone. That's what couples do.”

You tilted your head.

"Have you been in relationships before?" you asked curiously.

He nodded.

"Married briefly, then we divorced. We were both young-too young to understand what marriage meant. And...there was a woman once but...it didn't work out," he answered.

You heard the wind whistle in your ear.

"Even with those- you learn things about each other. I could tell you my ex-wife liked to paint. Jed could tell you what Roper's favorite color is if you asked her," he pointed out. "You know...hobbies. Foods. Favorite colors. What are yours, Y/N?"

You blinked. Then opening your mouth, you began your answers. “Well, for one, I like to read. I bring books in my purses in case events get dull. Jed would tease me about it. I have her and our mom…but things are complicated right now...”

It felt like some icebreaker activity on the first day of school. But he smiled warmly, nodding. You described what you liked to do. Your favorite foods you couldn't resist. And the colors that you liked the most. Thomas relaxed to a smile and nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind," he replied.

You drummed your fingers on the balcony.

"Do you have hobbies, Thomas?" you asked.

He nodded.

"Yes. I like to read, too. I collect books," he answered. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

"Ooo, and your family?"

"Father died. Then my mum. Never had a real family. Just foster homes."

You looked down to the ground.

"Oh...I'm sorry..."

He then took out his hand. He touched your chin, lifting it gently to look at him. He only shrugged with a calm expression on his face.

"Don't be...I only got to have many families. I was with a family who spoke Arabic. Another spoke German. I learned their languages, too."

"Cool! Do you know a phrase you can teach me?" you asked.

He nodded. He looked around, then his eyes met yours again.

"Easily-here's a German one. Die Sterne sind heute Nacht hell."

"And that means..."

He removed a hand from his pocket and pointed at the sky.

"The stars are bright tonight..."

Both of you looked up-an expanse of stars glowed above you. They were so bright they glistened down. Their own light gave his skin a more silver glow to him. You saw he smiled and his shoulders relaxed. He looked beautiful, looking up, admiring the sky.

“Yes…they’re very pretty,” you said.

There was a knock on the glass door and you turned and saw Jed. She signaled to you that the guests were heading out and you had to say your goodbyes. You both flashed a "couple" smile and a brief, half "couple" hug. Especially with her eyes on the both of you. As you headed back inside, she turned to you.

“Well, first you had Danny, now you have Elena, and now Thomas! It’s like you hardly see me!” she teased.

“Oh, by all means- join us in our room, we could get a sleeping bag for you! And don’t pretend you don’t have your own man too.”

She smirked, then gave you a kiss on the side of her head. But as you looked back, Thomas was still admiring the sky.

The next morning, you woke up in your room to the sounds of birds. You listened to Elena snore in the bed next to you. She went on her stomach, and her dark hair splayed across the pillow. It was like the snore of a puppy and it was pretty cute, you had to admit.

She was resting. She was sleeping. She was alive-her inhales and exhales signaled by his body rising and falling softly.

When you went over to her counter, you took note of something you hadn't noticed- prescription bottles. Looking at them, you saw her counselor prescribed her anti-depressants yesterday. You smiled. It did look like she was going to have to take one in the morning. You'd have to remind her. Normally, you’d get water or coffee, but you made a promise not to leave her alone. You would honor it. Just in case she woke up. But as you sat by in the room, you turned your head to the window to look outside. Dear God, You were glad you looked.

Outside, you saw none other than your fake boyfriend, Thomas, running on the beach in dark shorts. No shoes. And no shirt.

You felt the corners of your lips tug up as if a smile was brewing. You felt your eyes glaze over his muscled abdominals- he was lean but you could count the six packs on his ripped stomach. His pectorals bounced with the force of his jogging. All of a sudden, you understood heterosexual men a lot more. He was delicious. His determined eyes shot forward like nothing on earth was going to stop him from getting to the other side of that beach. And that was alluring, to put it mildly. You could have squealed and pressed your face to the window like a fangirl, but stayed put. Savoring each inch of him. From his short hair to the trail of hair on his lower stomach leading you to the center of sin. His muscled arms with bulging biceps moved with each turn of his shoulder per step. You found yourself creeping to a corner. So he wouldn't see. So you could indulge yourself. Oogle him. Even lust after him. He was getting very sweaty and you could feel his breathing with how hard he ran. Then you would be blessed with imagining him taking a shower.

You were tempted for a second to wake up Elena so she could see him too and drool over him. But honestly, it went in a second because you could not take your eyes off of him.

“Holy shit” was the only phrase in your head as you watched him continue to run on. Even seeing how his sweat was hinted at by the glow of the rising sun. His trail grazed the ocean and the water splashed from his running. And his feet weren't the only thing starting to get damp.

You felt warm and tingly as he ran by. Your pussy was beginning to....feel things you hadn't felt in a long while. Then he was gone. You had a good look at his perfect, peachy behind and the back of his muscular thighs in the shorts and then he went on his way.

You swallowed. Pacing the floor, you shook your hands as if to shake the lust from your body. You were a lot more thrilled you had to be a pretend girlfriend to him. All the man on earth and it was him you got to hold hands and sit next to! Any other girl could have him. It was a miracle he didn't have a hundred lovers at this point- but he was yours! All yours!

No-NO! A more rational part of your brain yelled.

Yes, he's hot. But it's fake. Don't let your feelings get involved. He's a nice man. He’s got an amazing body. But he's still a man. Yes, he's hot, but it's fake, Y/N, you reminded yourself that morning.

It's fake, it's fake, it's fake.

That morning at breakfast, you could smell that Thomas had taken a shower. Elena stood by you when he greeted you. He used a soap scented with citrus. God, the fantasy of him taking a shower was screaming in your impulsive thoughts now. He went up to you and smiled. In Boyfriend ™ mode, he gave you a half-hug.

“How are you, darling?” he asked.

“I’m alright. Starving.”

“Then let’s get you something to eat then,” he said as the chef wheeled in omelets and toast for everybody.

You looked over around the table. Then a sight caught you that hit you like a brick.

Sandy and Caro had hired a nanny- a gorgeous young woman hired to look after Sady and Caro's two little boys. But Sandy sat next to the beautiful woman and smiled at her. Not in a way that felt appropriate.

“Why, don’t you look beautiful this morning!? Did you wake up like this?” he asked the lady.

“Oh…yes! Yes, I did,” she replied flirtatiously.

Wait a minute, you thought. How long has she been here? When you counted the weeks, you realized that there was a correlation between Sandy stopping his flirting with you when she first arrived. No coincidence. Your mind spiraled further.

The woman knew he was a married man. It was not stopping her.

Whipping your eyes to the side you saw Caro blink. Her face went pale. Then red. Then pale again. Their boys complained bout wanting pancakes and she would tell the chef to make some batter for them. But Caro didn't eat the rest of her food.

You felt suddenly sick. You gripped your fork in your hand.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Thomas asked, his jaw tight but his voice earnest.

“I…I, uh, we’ll talk later. Not right now,” you said.

Thomas was there, he slipped a hand to hold yours as you ate.

The next day, you took Elena to visit the church before getting some lunch somewhere. It was a blazing day and you were grateful for the coolness of the cathedral. A sanctuary in many ways. The heat. And for Elena. Both of you sat down. You saw her make the sign of the cross and half kneel before sitting at a pew. She was right- this was a safe place. And maybe if Roper was the devil, then he couldn't touch you here. Neither of you.

"How is therapy going?" you asked.

"It's...it's good. Very good. I never listened to someone...as kind as her...I never felt so...so safe. No guards. No Papi. Nothing. She told me all sorts of things. I cry almost the whole time. But she…she listens to me. She believes me. She tells me every feeling and part of life is only temporary and the bad feelings and bad parts eventually go away…"

"That's good. I'm glad. And the apartment search? Have you picked a city?"

"I'd like to live here. It's not too far but far enough. I'm looking at applications...And you- how are you and Thomas?"

"We're...we're good, thank you."

"Just good? How did you two meet?" she asked.

"Well...he rescued Danny. Roper brought him to recover. Got to talk to him a lot. Then he asked me out." So far, so good. You just prayed he would say the same if someone asked him.

"Does he kiss you?"

"Yes," you lied.

"I don't see it. I see your sister kiss Roper all the time."

"Thomas...it's the British in him. Stiff upper lip. He's not the PDA type outside of hands and hugging. That might be pushing it....he kissed me the other night under the stars at the party." you added with a smile. Your memory flashed to Thomas staring up at the sky.

"Huh...nice...but Y/N...I’ve been scared..."

She blinked.

"Will Roper...catch me? Will he...kill me? He's not beneath it. I know he is."

"Why would Roper want to kill the daughter of his lawyer? He'd turn his own ally against him?"

Her jaw tightened.

"He'll see...that I'm not happy...he knows I know the truth about him…"

“Then why hasn’t he done it yet?” you asked.

“I…I don’t know…but I want to get out now!"

"Then..." you turned around.

"Then that means, if you're not happy draining his wealth, then we'll get out of here. Just bear it-be patient, Elena. We have to find you an apartment first...and then we go through the application process."

Her eyes shined.

"Anywhere is better than at Roper''s."

"Okay...we'll take some time here. You can go to the confessional if you want. Whenever you're ready...let's find a place that's leasing. Ask them some questions. See what you might like.”

Elena nodded. After a bit, you saw her go off and have a chat with the other people around the cathedral. Old women kissing their cross necklaces. Tourists taking photos on their phones. Funny...that was the same pregnant tourist she talked to on the first day! Maybe a pregnant Catholic tourist. She went back to you and you gave her a smile as you both stood up and walked down the halls to the door.

You commented "One thing to remember about yourself Elena- you're a good person. You make friends with everyone- no wonder that lady keeps coming back to you! People like you!"

She sighed and her shoulders sagged.

“What is it?”

"Y/N…I feel sometimes I’m…I’m yelling for help to get out, but at my parents, at Roper’s…it’s like no one can hear me. I should be happy. But I’m not…I'm just...just a whining, weak little rich girl..."

Tears were in the ducts of her eyes.

"No, Elena. Don’t discredit yourself. You are going through a hard time. Something happened to you to make you think there was no getting better. And that poor girl may think she has no other escape...but there is...there always is…and you are not alone...”

You turned to her, gripping her shoulders.

“Deaths’ a permanent solution to a temporary problem. You have to remember that. Your problems are real…so are mine! But they are temporary!”

You swallowed, your voice broke with your words yet you spoke on. But you saw Eelena smile despite her sobs.

“You’re already seeking help. And getting therapy and talking. And we’re getting you a new place. Even if it takes a while, you’re going to get out of Roper’s grasp and never look back, and never have to live off of blood money again!! Neither of us will!"

You were crying too.

"I promise you. We will get you to escape. We'll find something- I will do whatever it takes. That little rich girl isn't whiny or weak...she's a brave young woman who looked at death right in its eye and when she was going to cross….she chose life instead. She did the right thing. She's a hero who saved herself and she deserves to be happy."

Crying, she hugged you deeply.

“Oh, Y/N! Thank you! T-thank you-u-u,” she replied, her own voice breaking with tears. But it felt nice. Freeing. Crying released the tension between the two of you. “You’re a strong woman, Elena. I’m proud of you-just for living. Just for surviving.”

After lunch, both of you toured apartments around. Elena lit up and smiled with each bare corner and wall you both saw. As you returned, it was a lazy evening. You were enjoying your reading while lounging at the pool. You saw Thomas walk around and saw Elena chatting with him. Part of you was tempted to be jealous or concerned. But it was alright. There seemed nothing inappropriate between them. Let her make another friend. But Caro only sat by the edge dipping her bare feet in the water. Her face was despondent. Staring at nothing.

There was a dinner the next day. It was no party (Corky was grateful- guests were a lot to keep track of). But it was nice as always. Nice with lobsters for everyone and large glasses of wine for each person. You saw Corky was already on his third one as he dug into his crab cakes and spuds. You had to grin. At least he was off your back when he had a few.

But Jonathan was handsome as ever. In just a dark suit and white shirt, he still appeared like a Greek god in the flesh. Whenever he smiled at you, it was like you had swallowed a bird and it was flying around in your stomach.

"Is there any...dessert you'd like to split?" he'd ask.

"Yes, uhm...how about...uh- a slice of cake- sweetie," you said, adding emphasis on the last two words should anyone hear.

"Cake sounds marvelous, my dear," he said, feeling yourself tingle at the words. Enjoying the fakeness while it lasted.

Elena looked at you and gave a smile over her chicken as she continued to eat.

Yes- eat. Drink water. Sleep. Live, Elena, live, I'll get you out. You’re going to live. You’re going to be happy with your life, I promise...

"Oh, Thomas! One would think you were a nun and a eunuch!" Roper teased.

You shot up. You made a point by leaning closer and holding Thomas’s hand.

“Roper, really…” you said. But you were interrupted.

"Go on, Y/N is as sweet as that dessert, why don't you give her a little kiss on the cheek..."

You looked down, an embarrassed laugh coming out of you. Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but Roper pressed further. He was testing you both and he knew it. Like you were both his playthings.

"C'mon! Just a peck, Loverboy!” Roper pressed.

You glanced at him and he at you.

“Would you be okay if I kissed you, just on the cheek?” Thomas asked.

“Uh, yes. Sure.”

He leaned in close. You could smell the food on his breath and feel warm air from his nostrils, from his breathing. Then he brought his lips to your cheek. They were soft. Gentle. Like a drizzle in April. You felt your whole body get hot. The fact you were kissed in such a spot. It was as chaste as chaste could be. Yet you could have melted from how tender his lips felt against the skin of your cheek. Then he retreated.

Roper smiled and lifted his glass, taking a sip of his chardonnay.

It then struck you. Sandy and the babysitter had been gone. Too long. Suspiciously long. Then, from the hallway, you heard steps. And laughter- both deep masculine and bright feminine voices. The nanny returned first. The nanny was blushing, but smiling as she returned. Then a few minutes later, Sandy walked returned. You saw his shirt looked disshelved and there was a swagger to his steps.

The asshole wasn’t even subtle or secret about it.

Caro looked devastated. Her face was white. She was shaking. Everyone turned their faces away and kept talking as if nothing happened. Even if Caro looked like she was going to break in a hundred bits. You could tell it was everything in her not to cry in front of her boys.

“Well, I hope everyone has room for dessert. Hear the cake’s magnificent! A chef Ludesma signature!” Sandy announced with a flourish of his voice. That stupid asshole. Caro was devoted to him and she loved him. She did everything right- gorgeous socialite mom who gave Sandy two sons to take fishing and to sports games to be more copies of their father. She always got her hair and nails done and her clothes always looked in place. She was friendly and polite to everyone and you never heard of her capable of hurting a fly. Caro never stepped a toe out of line and looked away when men hit on her. And that bastard cheated on her anyway.

She did everything right and she was the one crying. He was having an affair, and he was smiling.

You had had enough. You got right out of your chair. Thomas looked up at you, but his face remained neutral.

You went up to Sandy before your self-control could get you. You took Sandy and looked him in the eye. He went up, wiping his mouth with his napkin- you didn’t see it closely but you knew the nanny wore pink lipstick. Sandy looked up at you with that stupid, shit-eating grin.

"Y/N, how are-"

You slapped him hard before he could finish his sentence. The crowd gasped and chairs squeaked as people got up. Sandy immediately got up, trying to let his tallness and his masculinity scare you away. But you did not back down.

“Y/N, what was the point of-”

Before he could finish that, you gave him a kick in the groin too. He groaned and leaned over in pain, then you grabbed his shirt.

"You stop fucking that babysitter, or I WILL use one of the wine glasses and break it and cut your balls off with it, do you understand?" you raged.

His eyes went wide and he gritted his teeth. You saw his fists curled as if ready to punch you. You took a step back but didn’t stop glaring his eyes.

“Caro loves you and this is how you repay her, you prick?! She doesn’t deserve you. You’re lucky she hasn’t stabbed you!” you continued.

“You little bitch!” Sandy cursed.

But the party already ran up to you. People held both Sandy and you back.

Roper stood up. He went over to Sandy and got him, restraining him from lunging. You felt Jed and Thomas get up and get you, pulling you back. Then you shot your eyes into the nanny to give her a death glare. You would have slapped her too if it wasn't for Jed holding you back.

“! You’re as bad as he is! You KNEW he was married, and it didn’t stop you, you little-”

Jed pulled you away. And you gritted your teeth as the nanny stared horrified, frozen in her seat.

Sandy meanwhile was pointing a meaty, sausage-like finger in your direction.

"Did you see what she did!? She attacked me!” he cried.

"Now, Sandy, don't panic...it's just a scuffle. I don't see a mark on your cheek. Not a large one, anyway." Roper began.

He glared at you. His voice steeled with more venom than you could imagine.

"We know the lowest brothels in Munich and we'll sell you straight to them this minute !" he threatened.

You felt your jaw clench. Terror gripped you and you couldn't move, couldn't think.

“No! Please! Please don’t!” Jed begged, leaning forward.

Then Thomas stepped forward. He replaced Jed's arm around you and then leaned out a hand in peace. Jed ran forward to beg Roper and Sandy not to sell you off as punishment. Could they...could they do that...oh no...what on earth had you done!?!

Thomas however, was still quiet. But he was strong. You found yourself wanting to nuzzle into his shirt. You could smell his cologne subtly applied. He was again...so warm and soft. And safe. He then began speaking with such authority, anyone had to listen.

"Please...everyone...let's not fret ourselves. Sandy has done wrong, and he should acknowledge how much this hurt his wife. Don’t be upset at Y/N, either. She’s fiercely devoted to her friends, especially the women here. She was trying to protect Caro," he reasoned.

He looked down at you. His gaze softened and you felt yourself relax a little near him. His arm enclasped you in an embrace. Youcould feel his pulse in his body. You hugged him back and swallowed hard.

Roper furrowed his brow. He then took a step forward and spoke to your pretend boyfriend giving you a very real defense.

"If she was my woman...she would be off to Germany by now. But she's not. Thomas, you have to learn to control your woman. I do so with Jed. Sandy does it with Caro. Now it’s your turn. Take her to your quarters. Give her a dressing down. Or we will have to do it for you,” threatened Roper.

You felt your heart race inside your ears. This was some real 19th-century bullshit Roper was pulling out of his ass. Would that be…be possible? Now even Jed looked scared. So very scared. And she stopped trying to beg him. Oh god, now it was going to happen to you. Elena and her parents were silent and you saw the teenage girl trembling. She took a step forward out of her seat, but then Roper put an arm up to stop her.

Thomas then put his hand around your arm.

“Here…I will take her to my room and I will dress her down, as we say. Just give us a moment…” he began.

Thomas was a nice man. A docile, polite, quiet, if not slightly mild man when you talked to him. He wouldn’t…beat you. He didn't seem the type. hen again, you remembered a phrase you heard once. It was always the ones you would never suspect. You bit back your bile. Your legs were shaking so badly, you wondered if you were standing.

“Here, Y/N…come with me…” he directed.

You had no choice but to follow as he led you by pulling you with him. His touch felt like a grip this time. You were shaking. Then he led you out. Out of that building. The guards nodded and let him. Out into the cool night air with the crickets and stars. You could still smell the sea too. It would usually be comforting. But this was not usual. You saw his muscles and big hands- he could overtake you in a fight. A blow from his fists would hurt. He could easily overpower you. You should have known. You should have known he was Roper's friend. And friends meant one's future-your sister's future. Yours.

He had a smaller cottage near the property. He took you right inside into the front foyer- a little hall with a kitchenette right there. Then he locked the door and looked at you. His jaw tight. Then he took a step forward. You squeezed your eyes shut and braced yourself.

“Just get it over with, quick!” you insisted.

“Y/N…you're safe here. They would have pressured me to hit you. But I'm not. Not here or anywhere. I’m not going to hurt you…” he said.

You opened your eyes. Your shoulders relaxed though your heart was still racing. He went up to you.

“Thomas, what are you talking about?” you hissed.

He leaned in close. His voice was just a whisper.

“You don’t have to call me Thomas here…you can call me Jonathan.”

“What…you have another name?” you asked, your mind reeling with every word he said.

“Yes-Jonathan Pine.”

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