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PEDRO PASCAL
Javier Peña
Hidden Away - Fic (When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.) Mature content/18+
F*** Me - Drabble - Mature Content
Frankie Morales
Shadow of the Past - Short Fic (Inspired by the movie "V for Vendetta". It barely has Frankie in it but I liked to thing about him as that character. Cheesy and corny but I wrote this more than 20 years ago so...) Mature content/18+
By Your Side - One Shot (two idiots) Fluff
What Lies Inside - Fic (When you think you have already lived the greatest love of your life, until it comes stronger than ever from the place you leats expect it.) Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+
Javi Gutierrez
It Was Always You - One Shot (You have a request to make to your best friend...) Mature Content/18+
Joel Miller
Shame - One Shot (You try to run from Joel but he doesn't let go that easy...) Murder, torture, body image issues, blood, angst, fluff. 18+
MARVEL
Matt Murdock
A Matt Murdock One Shot - One Shot (Matt asks to "see" you) no warnings, just fluff
just a little something :P
Loki
Alone Amongst Many - One Shot (You start working at The Avengers Compound and you meet someone you didn't expect...) Fluff, fluff and fluff
The Auction - Short-Story Part I / Part II / Part III (Tony Stark hosts a gala for charity that includes a different way of making some money that doesn't please Loki, the newest addition to the avengers.) A bit of saddness? I think that's it
OTHERS
Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)
Don't Thank Me - One Shot (Besides all the fear of going to a new school, a ringed hand holds you through it...) Angst, fluff, cursing, fluff, Eddin Munson
Regret - One Shot / con Drabble (Eddie could never see what was right in front of your eyes, making both of your lifes always imcomplete.) Angst, fluff, angst, idiot Eddie, I want to punch you Eddie
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summary: You have a request to make to your best friend...
warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+, angst, fluff, smut ...
word count: 4400+
IT WAS ALWAYS YOU
You and Javi Gutierrez have been best friends for years, since you were little, when your mother worked at his parents house. One day, when he went to the kitchen to eat something, he found you sitting at the table, with your books in front of you, while you waited for your mother's shift to end so you could go home together. Already at that time he was extroverted, always ready to talk and meet new people, so he soon sat next to you and started trying to get to know you. But, unlike him, you were very shy and reserved and he didn't get any response from you. Never giving up, he started to wait for you every day, talking about his day at school, asking about yours, talking about his hobbies, inviting you to play around the family property. You remained embarrassed and even a little tired of his attempts, but as time went by, you began to open up more and the hours of one-sided conversation became hours of fun between the two of you. The years passed and your friendship grew, stronger and stronger, even when you went to college. He knew he would have to take care of the family business so, when he finished high school, he stopped studying and started working. But whenever you could, whenever you had time, you would call him and quickly arrange a date, a lunch, an afternoon wandering through his olive grove, spending hours and hours talking about how your life was going. At that time he was already one of the most eligible bachelors in Marbella, and he took advantage of this fame to have fun with whoever offered himself to him. You, on the other hand, knew that you could only give yourself to someone you had feelings for, never accepting one-night stands. If you didn't love the person you were with you couldn't move forward, you felt like that wasn't the kind of person you wanted to be, even though all your friends did it and you didn't judge them for it. Sex is a normal thing and everyone does what they want. You were the one who couldn't imagine being with someone who didn't make you feel something special.
The years passed and, at the end of university, you returned to your homeland and, despite the distance of recent times, Javi welcomed you as if you had never left his side.
The autumn days were beginning to make themselves felt and Javi's property was filled with the yellow of the leaves on the trees, the brown of the dry ones on the ground and the fresh air that flowed through the branches of the olive trees. You and him were in the garden, he was sitting, leaning against a tree and you were lying down, with your head in his lap, looking up, while you talked about everything after a day of touring the village.
“I already missed going to the village, having a snack at Dona Maria, ...”, Javi began.
“How long has it been since you left your house? Do you know there is life outside this property?”, you asked with a small smile on your face.
“I know, but work here takes up a lot of my time and, as I always have someone to do everything for me, sometimes I forget that I can get in the jeep and go do my own things.”
“I have to come here more often to remind you that you are not a prisoner of your own home.”
“You should come every day. I miss you when I don't see you for a long time.”
“I miss you too. But I work as well,you know? It's sad to be an adult and not be able to spend our days together like when we were little. But tell me something, now I’m curious.”
“Hmmmm. What comes from there?”
"Nothing much. But you said you barely leave the property now.”
"Yes."
“So how have the women of the village managed without you? You’re still the most eligible bachelor in the area.”
“Me?” he asked, trying to contain his laughter.
"Yes, you. And don’t give me that because I know you make good use of your title.”
“I did make good use of it, you want to say. I got tired of it. Too old for that. I’m already 35. But I can ask you the same. If you always have so much work when do you find time to go out? So many men who couldn’t take their eyes off you today.”
“Oh, don’t say that.”
“Why not? I saw how they looked at you.”
“Well, maybe. But I have to be in love to have a relation with someone. And none of those men you speak of interest me.”
“And how many times have you fallen in love?”
"Me? That’s is personal.”
“Oh, don’t give me that. We’ve known each other for over 20 years, I didn’t know you kept secrets from me.”
“It’s not keeping secrets, but it’s just embarrassing.”
“Were there that many? You wandered like a bee from flower to flower at university, didn’t you?”
“Do you think so?”, you asked, punching him in the stomach.
“Oh, how strong. It almost hurt.”, he ended up saying laughing. “But tell me. How many boys stole your heart.” You thought a lot about whether you should be honest or not.
"One."
"One? All these years? And how come I never met him?”
“I said I fell in love with someone. I didn’t say the feeling was mutual.”
"Seriously? Who wouldn't fall in love with you? You are beautiful, intelligent, affectionate...”
“Oh, don’t exaggerate. And maybe someone fell in love. But not who I wanted.”
“But wait a moment.”, Javi ended up saying after some time in silence. You immediately felt your face heat up with embarrassment, realizing what he was going to say. “You said a while ago that you were only with someone when you felt something for them, right?”
“Um, um...”
“And you just said that you only had feelings for one person but that you had nothing to do with him.”
“Exactly.”, you replied with your heart in your throat, ready to make a hole to hide in.
“Y/N, are you...”
“Yes, I am a virgin. You can mock whenever you want.”
“Do you think I’m going to make fun of you? Why?"
“Because I’m 32 years old and I’ve never been with anyone.”
“Hey, I would never make fun of you for that.”
“Well, you’re the only one then. I'm tired of people laughing at me, calling me a prude, embarrassing me in front of strangers.”, you said as you got up from Javi's lap and sat right next to him.
“I may be the only one then, but you don’t have to be afraid of anything around me. You are my best friend and I adore you.”
"I know. You’re also my best friend.”, you ended up saying, resting your head on his shoulder. “By the way.”
"Yes."
“Do you want to have sex with me?”, you asked without looking at him.
“What?” Javi asked, thinking he hadn’t heard correctly.
“Yes, I'm tired of being a virgin. I just want to get this over with. And I trust you.”
“Y/N, I can’t do that.”
"Seriously? Not even you, who went through half of the beds in Marbella, wants to fuck me?”
"It's not that. But you can't think about going to bed with someone just to “get it over with”. You shouldn't think like that.”
"Why? The person I love doesn't want me. It may be that, once I have experience, I can more easily find someone with whom I can forget this ridiculous passion.”
“I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t do it. That’s too important to be treated that way. Not just to stop being a virgin. It's not a disease. You don’t need to get rid of it.”
“Okay, forget it. I should have never said anything. Just forget what I said.”
"Seriously. Don’t do anything wrong.”
Two days later you and Javi went to the ravine that overlooked the sea, to watch the sunset and, in the end, you went to his house.
“So, what movie are we going to see now? Today it’s your choice.”, Javi asked excitedly.
“I’m sorry but I can’t stay for movie night today.”
"Why? You never missed one.”
“Because… I have a date.”
“You have a date?”
“Yes, and I still have to go to my house to prepare before going to meet him at the restaurant.”
“Who do you have a date with?”
“With a colleague from work.”
“And you like him? Is he the one you’re in love with?”
"Him? No. But he’s nice enough.”
“Nice enough for what?”
“Javi, just because you didn't want to have sex with me doesn't mean that others don't want to. As you said yourself, there are many men who find me attractive.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you need to choose just anyone to take to bed.”
“Javi, you have to understand. I want to lose my virginity. You didn't want to help me with that, and I understand and accept it, but you have no right to say what I can or can't do.”
"But..."
"But nothing. Enjoy the film. See you next week.”, and saying this you turned your back and headed for the door. You were about to leave when you heard Javi calling for you.
“Y/n. Don’t go."
"What?"
"Don’t go. Stay with me."
“Javi, I already told you that...”
“I'll do it.”
"What?"
“I’ll do what you asked me to. Just don’t give yourself up to just anyone.”
"Are you sure? I don’t want to force you into anything.”
“And you’re not. If that’s what you really want, I won’t deny it.”
“But I’m so poorly dressed. I still have to go home to change my clothes.”
“Don’t be stupid.”, Javi said with a small smile. “You are always perfect.”
The two left the cinema room and, placing a hand on the small of your back, Javi led you to the main house and to his room. He closed the door behind him and when he turned to you he saw you with your hands clasped together, trying to contain your nerves.
"Are you okay? Are you sure you want to do this?”
"Yes I am. I trust you and I know you won't hurt me. But..."
"Yes?"
“But I don’t know what to do.” Javi smiled and walked closer to you.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this?”, Javi asked, releasing the breath he was holding.
"Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”, he ended up saying, placing a piece of hair behind your ear and running the back of his hand across your face, making you close your eyes at the contact. He grabbed your face with both hands, making you open your eyes and, approaching slowly, as if waiting for your permission, he placed his lips on yours, very gently. He moved his face away from yours to see your reaction and, seeing you smiling, he moved forward again, devouring your mouth more passionately. Your hands soon got lost in his hair, while he encouraged you to open your mouth, invading it with his tongue. His hands left your face and began to roam your body, until they reached your waist, grabbing it and taking you to the edge of the bed. He made you sit on the mattress and sat next to you. He began to undo the buttons on his shirt as he looked you in the eyes, trying to understand your state of mind. You had seen him several times in just shorts during the days spent by the pool but, at that moment, the sight of his bare torso made heat run through your entire body. He finally took off his shirt and you, with trembling hands, touched his skin with your fingertips, running your nails from his chest to his navel. You quickly took the opposite path, hearing Javi's low moans, seeing his skin shivering under your contact. Your mouth replaced your nails and you kissed him, from his neck to his nipples, running your tongue over each one.
"Why? Am I doing something wrong? You don’t like it?"
"Quite the opposite. Your tongue is so soft.”, he said, taking control of your mouth, your face, your neck again, while your hands were lost on his body. He broke the kiss and, taking his hands to your tshirt, lifted it and slowly took it off, exposing your breasts covered by the bra.
“You’re really beautiful.”, he said as you lowered your face in shame.
“You don’t need to lie.”
“I never lied to you. I'm not going to start now. Ok?”, you replied with a simple shake of your head.
He brought his mouth to your neckline, kissing it softly, while his hands squeezed your breasts through the fabric of your lingerie. The sensation that his mouth on your chest caused in you made you bite your lower lip, while you let your head fall back.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes." Javi smiled and standing up, he grabbed your legs, placing them on the bed and making you lie down completely with your head on the pillows. He unfastened the belt of his pants and undoing the button and zipper, he let them fall, taking them off completely, leaving him in his boxers. Looking at it, you saw the swelling that the fabric barely hid and you felt yourself getting wet.
“Did I get you like that?”, you asked, pointing to his hard cock. He looked down to see where you were pointing at and laughed.
“Oh God...”, you said, unable to control the pleasure you felt. "What are you doing?"
"Of course. From your first touch. But what matters here is you.” And with that said, he climbed onto the bed and lay down on top of you, kissing your lips again, making you lift your back a little, so that he could unfasten your bra, taking it off. His mouth left your lips, going down to your chin, passing over your neck and stopping at your breasts, sucking each nipple with equal intensity, massaging and squeezing them with his hands, so large that they completely surrounded them. Placing himself on his knees between your legs, he took his hands to your sweatpants and began to slowly lower them, giving you time to stop him. But, on the contrary, you lifted your legs so that he could take them off completely. His penis didn't stop throbbing, seeing you lying like that, naked for him. He grabbed your leg and started kissing it, starting at your ankle, passing through your knee and continuing down the inside of your thighs. You could feel his warm breath near your center and you began, unconsciously, to open your legs wider for him. He smiled and started kissing you through your panties, feeling how wet you were. He couldn't hold it any longer and he also took off the last piece of clothing you had left, directing his lips to your center again, running his tongue through your folds, kissing and sucking your clit, devouring you as if he was hungry for you.
“I'm giving you everything you deserve. What this beautiful pussy deserves.” And he continued to run his tongue over your clit, moaning over your bundle of nerves, making you shiver with the vibration of his voice. Your hands began to run through the curls of his hair, squeezing him a little tighter each time he sucked you, arching your back and bringing your hips closer to him.
“Javi, this feels so good. Don’t stop.”, you said, not really knowing what to do with all the pleasure you felt. Until he moved his mouth away from you, making you release the air you were holding in your throat without realizing it.
"Don’t stop."
“So needy. Don’t worry. I just want you to be ready for me, okay?”
"OK."
“I’m going to stick a finger in you, but if you feel uncomfortable let me know, okay?”
"Yes."
"Relax." He ran his tongue over your sex again, then his fingers, to coat them in your wetness. And so he began to pass a finger through your entrance, starting to insert it slowly, your walls opening for him.
"All good?"
“Yes, you can continue.” And hearing this, he began to slowly remove and insert his finger again, until he no longer felt any resistance, inserting a second finger very carefully. You felt a small burn at first but soon the pleasure overcame the pain that the second finger caused you. His lips returned to your clit and his tongue began to play with your bud while his fingers moved in and out of you.
“Uhhhh, faster.”
"You are sure?"
“Yes Javi, faster.” And so he started to move his fingers faster, until he started to feel your walls contracting around them.
“Oh Javi, I’m almost there.”
“Is everything okay?”, he asked when you finally calmed down.
"I know. Relax. I'm here for you. Let go.” He continued to move in and out of you, looking at your face contorted in pleasure. He couldn't remember anything more beautiful than your image, cumming on his fingers. He helped you carry your orgasm to the end, finally removing his fingers and taking them to his mouth. Your taste was mind blowing. He looked at you with uncontrolled breathing, your breasts rising and falling as you recovered from your climax, your sweaty skin, and he felt the need to free himself from his boxers, the pressure on his hard cock increasingly painful.
"Yes, perfect. But I want to feel you inside me. I want to see you. Please." He stood up once again and took off his boxers completely, his penis hitting the bottom of his belly, he was so hard. He saw how your eyes roamed his member.
“Seriously, is that going to get in completely?” He laughed, seeing your face with surprise and desire.
"Don’t worry. If you feel pain of any kind I will stop. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know you won’t Javi.” His name whispered by you made him start to lose the ability to be away from you. He opened the bedside table drawer and took out a condom, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and rolling it down its length. Returning to the bed and on top of you he made you open your legs, taking one hand to the small of your back and lifting it, the other hand again at your center. His penis wouldn't stop throbbing and when he grabbed it with one hand he felt a pain he needed to get rid of. Aligning his tip with your entrance, he began to insert his head lightly. A sigh escaped your lips. He stopped for a while and you caught your breath.
“You can continue.”
"Really?"
“Yes, I just want you inside me. I can handle it." And so Javi continued to insert his cock inside of you, very slowly so as not to cause you any discomfort, inch by inch. The moans were escaping your lips, with more and more intensity until you felt him all inside you. He stood there like that, feeling you breathe deeper, getting used to feeling full for him. You could feel him twitching inside you and you encouraged him to move. He began to remove his penis from inside you until only the head was left and still slowly, he entered you all the way back inside. He repeated this slow movement until he found the right spot, when you let a moan, almost a scream, fill the room.
“Javi, that’s it. Faster.”
“At your command.” And he started going in and out with a controlled, faster pace. Leaning on the mattress with one arm, he massaged your breasts with the other hand, his mouth on yours, devouring your moans of pleasure.
“Uhhhhhhh, Javi. I'm almost. Don't stop."
"Never. I’ve got you.”, he replied, resting his other arm on the mattress too, so he could hold himself over you, while he increased his pace even more. You put your arms under his and hugging him, you stuck your nails into his back as you started to cum, moaning in his ear, your head in the crook of his neck, his name becoming a symbol of pleasure. He continued to move inside you, feeling your walls contract, your legs around him, keeping him as close to you as possible. And so his rhythm started to get out of control and he started to fill the condom.
“Y/N. So tight for me. Fuck...” And reaching his orgasm, he let himself fall on top of you, your bodies recovering from the pleasure you had felt. He kissed you once again, removing the hair that had stuck to your forehead, his thumb wiping your sweaty face.
"Are you okay?"
"It was perfect."
“You’re the one who’s perfect.” He started to pull out of you but you stopped him.
"Wait. Let me feel you inside me a little longer.”
"Of course. Whatever you want." A while later he took off the condom and, tying it, he got up and went to the bathroom where he threw it in the basket and brought a cloth to clean you. In the end, he lay down next to you and, placing your head on his chest, you ended up falling asleep.
The next day Javi woke up with the sun shining through the window. With his eyes still closed, he looked for you in bed but couldn't find you. He got up and leaned against the head of the bed.
“Y/N? Are you okay?”, he continued to call but got no response. He was about to get out of bed when, on the pillow that should have been yours, he found a small paper.
“Javi, thank you so much for the best night of my life. You can't imagine how long I've been waiting for this. I love you. Y/N.” Javi didn't understand why you left, why you left him a note instead of saying goodbye, but mainly he reread the last part. "I love you." Was it him you were in love with? Was it him who never returned your feelings? So many years and after all you didn't know each other as well as you thought. He took out his cell phone and called you. It was turned off. He tried again but the result was the same. You had turned off the phone. He started to get worried, not knowing what to do. He called your work place where they told him that you hadn't come to work and that you had informed them that you would be absent for some time. He started to dress in a hurry, ready to go to your house, to look for you in the streets of Marbella. It was then that he remembered that he had your mother's number. He picked up the phone and called her.
“Dona Iñês?”, he began when she answered.
"Javi? Is everything okay?"
"More or less. I'm looking for Y/N. But her cell phone is turned off, she didn't go to work. Do you happen to know where she is?”
“Didn’t she tell you?”
"Tell me what?”
“We are in the hospital. She is being prepared for surgery.”, Dona Iñes replied with tears in her eyes.
“Surgery? Why? I didn’t know she was sick.”
“She didn't want anyone to know. She has a problem with her lungs, a tumor that appeared a few months ago.”
“A tumor? Does she have cancer?”
“Fortunately it is benign but she has to remove before it’s too late.”
“What time does she goes into the OR?”
“In 40 minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.” He finished getting dressed, got into his jeep and headed towards the hospital, going directly to the floor where you were. Soon he saw Dona Iñes.
“Has she come in yet?”
“Javi, no yet. But they are almost taking her. The nurses are inside preparing her.”
“Can I come in?”
"I don't know. But try it.” He knocked on the door and opened it.
“Y/N?”, he asked almost voicelessly.
“Javi, what are you doing here?”
“I'm sorry but you can't be here. We’re really about to take her to the block.”
“Could you just give us a few minutes?”, you asked, causing the nurses to leave the room.
“What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?”
“Not from you. Why did you leave like that without telling me anything?”
"Because..."
“Was it something I did? Something about last night that…?”
“Don’t even think about it. But...”, you took a while to respond. That's why you never told him anything. “The truth is that the risk of dying in the block is very high.”, you said, your eyes turning red. Javi felt his heart sink when he heard you talking about the risk of dying. “I wanted our last moment together to have been this night. I didn't want you to see me like this, in the hospital. I should go with your image inside of me, not here, pitting me.”
He bent down and kissed you on the lips.
“What was that for? You don't need to kiss me. You have already done what I asked you to.”
“And why do you think I did it?”
“Because you are my friend? And I’m stubborn?”
"Yes and yes. But do you think you're the only one keeping secrets between us? Why didn't you ever tell me you loved me? That it was me you were in love with?”
“Because I knew you didn’t feel the same way and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“Well, it seems like we have the same ideas.”
"What do you mean by that?"
“I’ve loved you for years. For years that I want you more than anything. This night wouldn't have happened if I didn't want you. No matter how much of your friend I was. So you're going to enter that block and you're going to come back. Because I'll be here, waiting for you. And I don’t accept any other situation.” He kissed you again, with a long-hidden passion, having been interrupted by the nurses who came in to take you away.
This is just a small continuation to Regret - One Shot. Why, you may ask. Because I wrote that because of a song I heard that made think of one particular scene. But when I started writing things went a different way and I never wrote it. So, now, I tried to adapt my inicial idea to what I had already written. It's really small but I hope you can understand what I was imagining when i heard the song.
Drabble
The next day, after waking up after lunchtime, with a hangover from another world, he got on his feet and went to take a shower. After a quick snack and a pill for the aches and pains he left the hotel to take a walk around the city before having to return to his rehearsals. He felt suffocated inside the hotel, as if he couldn't breathe. He needed to walk and get some air to try to forget what had happened the night before. Unfortunately, for him, it seemed karma didn't want to leave him so quickly. While walking on some street looking at the people passing by him, watching the cars that filled the road, he passed by a terrace. As he looked over the tables, something caught his attention. One of them was occupied by four people, two couples. His legs almost failed him in the middle of the walk. One of the couples was made up of you and Jonathan, your fiancé. Trying to walk as fast as he could, he passed the terrace and sat on a bench nearby, from where he could still see you, with his back to him.
That same night Eddie told his security guards to send the women he had in his room away and ended up spending it alone in his bed, with several empty bottles of alcohol around him. How was it possible for him to still feel the same way about you as he did when you were best friends.
From there, he could see Jonathan's hand running down your back, hugging you sideways, placing it on your shoulder, and approaching you to kiss you on the cheek. Soon after, he could see you looking at your fiancé with a big smile on your face, responding to his kiss with another, this time on his lips. Without Eddie realizing it, tears began to fill his eyes. That should be him. It should be his lips tasting yours. How could he have been so stupid. Jonathan's hand found support on your hip, running down your leg lightly, while your arm wrapped around his waist. The tears began to fall, causing his hands full of rings, as always, to go to his face to clean them, but without success, such was the force with which they fell. After a few minutes he saw you getting up from the table with your fiancé, to leave. The fear that you could see him invaded him and he quickly got up from his bench and left as fast as he could, still with weak legs.
After saying goodbye to your friends, you left the terrace and, as if by instinct, feeling that someone was watching you, you looked back. Before your just an empty bench.
summary: Eddie could never see what was right in front of your eyes, making both of your lifes always imcomplete.
warnings: Angst, fluff, angst, idiot Eddie, I want to punch you Eddie
word count: 4750
Regret
You and Eddie had been best friends since you met, halfway through your freshman year at Hawkings High, after you fell in the middle of the hallway. Among all the bodies that surrounded you and all the laughter that made you lower your head in shame, a hand approached you to help you get up. A hand full of rings accompanied by an arm with tattoos. You immediately knew who it was. And, despite your hesitation in accepting his offer because of everything that was said about him, you placed your hand in his and he quickly lifted you up, with such strength, that he made you fall against his chest.
“Hey sweetie, I gave you my hand but I didn't think you would accept it in marriage right away.”, he said laughing, as you walked away from him apologizing for going against him.
"I apologize. It wasn't my intention to hit you but I don't think you know how strong you are.”, you replied with your eyes glued to the ground between you.
“Now it’s the compliments. I can’t try to help a girl in trouble without them immediately wanting something more.”
“No, that wasn’t what…”, you tried to defend yourself but were soon interrupted by Eddie’s laughter.
“I'm just messing with you. I hope you weren't hurt. If you want, I can take you to the infirmary.”
“No, I don’t think so.”, you said while looking at your legs. “I got one or two bruises but nothing that won't go away. And, I haven’t told you yet with all this back and forth, thank you for helping me.”, you ended with a smile on your face. Eddie didn't think he'd ever seen a smile so soft and so sexy at the same time. He smiled back.
“You don’t have to thank me. Everyone else should apologize to you for not helping you. But I haven't introduced myself yet.”, he continued, giving you his hand again to shake. “Eddie Munson, at your service.” He took advantage and, taking your hand in his, he brought it to his lips and placed them lightly on your knuckles. Soon your face took on a new, even rosier tone. Eddie didn't know that his smile managed to get even bigger when he saw the way you reacted to his usually theatrical act.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to formally meet you.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Everyone at school knows who you are. For one reason or another.”
“And why did you know me?”
“Because everyone talks about you.”
“Hmmmmm. And now that you formally know me?”
“Do you want me to tell you a secret? I always knew this school was full of idiots. They don't know anything about you and who you are.”, you replied again with a smile.
“Do you know something?”
"What?"
“I think I like you.”
"What?"
“Not like that. I'm not like you, who almost threw yourself at me at the first opportunity. Oppurtunist.” You started laughing which made Eddie join you in the same act. It was still laughing that you looked at the clock on the hallway wall.
“Oh no, I’m sorry but I’m running late for my next class. Thank you very much for your help again and we’ll see you around.”
“I hope so.”, Eddie finished the conversation, leaning against the lockers that lined the walls of the corridor and, crossing his arms, watching you disappear around the bend a little further on.
And so your friendship began. It quickly seemed like you were attached to each other by the hips, never being too far away from one another. Where one was, normally the other would be nearby or about to arrive. And, despite all your strength and resistance to prevent this from happening, your feelings for Eddie started to become stronger and you ended up falling in love with him, although the fear of losing his friendship never allowed you to confess it , your love for him. You thought the time you spent with him, the afternoons spent in his trailer, lying on the couch with him, while he ran his fingers through your hair, or lightly down your back, making your entire body shiver, or the Saturday nights you spent in his bed after movie nights that ended too late for you to go back alone to your house in the city center, from which you always woke up with him holding you against him, his harms around you. His stomach and chest pressed against you, with his right leg on top of yours, were enough for you. If the result of your confession was the end of the relationship you had with him, then these little big moments were enough for you. Until the inevitable happened. You were in the cafeteria with the other boys waiting for Eddie to arrive. It wasn't like him to be so late. Until, hearing the buzz that started to appear at your table, you turned back to look at the door when you saw him with a girl on his arm. Your heart tightened so much, your stomach turned on such a knot that you thought that what you had just eaten would come back in the opposite direction. On his face the same smile he showed you when he met you, the same smile he has for you whenever he sees you. But she clung to him as if she had no feet to walk on her own. And so they arrived at your table.
“So Eddie,” Dustin began (thank God for Dustin because you wouldn’t know what to say to break the silence that ensued upon their arrival) “where have you been? Everyone was already worried about you. We have to talk about this Friday’s crusade.”
“Sorry. But this week there will be no D&D. I already have other plans.”
“What?” Gareth almost shouted. “In four years as dungeon master there has never been a Friday without D&D. Have you finally found someone available to fuck you, and it has to be on Friday?” Eddie almost choked.
“Hey, don’t talk like that in front of the lady.”
“Oh, Y/N doesn’t mind, do you?”, he asked looking at you.
“I don’t think he was talking about me.”, you replied softly to Gareth.
“Guys, let me introduce you to Anna, my girlfriend.” You were right. Your heart was right as soon as you saw them arm in arm.
“Your what?”, Mike asked as if his head was about to explode. “But you don’t date Y/N?”
"What? Why would you think that?”
“Because everyone thinks the same.”
“I don’t.”, you replied, unable to bear the shame you were feeling. They could all see how you felt about Eddie except him.
“Me and Y/N? A couple?” he asked, laughing. Ouch, it wasn't necessary that much., you thought to yourself as you prevented the tears that were starting to sting your eyes from rolling down your face.
“She and I are just friends.” Just friends? That Anna woman even stole my best friend position.
"Exactly. Just friends.”, you said as you got up from the table. “I'm not feeling very well with my stomach. I think I’ll skip my afternoon classes and go home and lie down for a bit.” The tears were beginning to win the battle. You turned to them. “Well, congratulations to the new couple.” And got away as quickly as possible. You hadn't left the canteen yet and she was already sitting in your seat. In the place Eddie had reserved for you since you started having lunch with them. The next day, you entered the canteen with the intention of sitting in your usual seat but it was already occupied by Anna who was half on the chair and half on Eddie's lap as they almost swallowed each other in front of everyone. You went to get your food from the machine instead of getting a tray and headed to the library. Some of the boys saw you walking past them, asking you where you were going. The only answer you gave was that your stomach still wasn't very well and all that smell of food was making you sick. It was true that you were sick, but not because of the smell of the food.
You hardly saw Eddie anymore except on Saturday nights for your cinematic ritual. But now, each one sat at one end of the sofa, as soon as the film ended you would leave and he wouldn't even offer to take you home. At this point, you only went there because of Wayne, who you really liked and who you could still find at home whenever you arrived at the trailer they shared. There were just a few weeks left before the end of the academic year and letters from the universities you had applied to had started to arrive. You had been accepted in three. Your idea had always been to go to the university closer to Hawkins, even though it wasn't your favorite, to always be close to Eddie, but at this moment, you didn't know what to do. Eddie and Anna had been dating for just over a month and you apparently weren't part of his future. One of the Saturdays that you went to his house for your weekly movie night, he took longer than usual to open the door and when he did, he only had a towel that he must have found in the mess on his bedroom floor wrapped around his waist.
“Hello.”, you said in a joking tone. “What kind of film are we going to watch today?”, you continued to laugh. But soon the laughter was ripped from your face.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?”
"What? Today is Saturday. Our movie night.”
“And you didn’t know to call before you came by?”
“I’ve never needed to do it before. Why?"
“Because I didn’t remember movie night.” And from his room came a sound that almost made you fall to your knees.
“So Eddie, why are you taking so long. Come back to bed.”, Anna called, still in a sex voice.
“Okay, you don’t need to say anything else.”, you turned your back and walked away. He didn't even call for you. He just closed the door and went back to the room where Anna was waiting for him.
You waited until the limit where you had to say yes to one of the universities. You knew you meant nothing to Eddie now but the thought of being close to him still tormented you. That's why one day you finally picked up the phone.
“Eddie?”
“Yes, Y/N. Hello sweetie.” That nickname. It had been a long time since you heard it.
“Look, I needed to talk to you urgently. Is there a time when you are alone? I'd prefer it to be in your trailer. It’s something more personal.”
“Of course, you can come before lunch. Then I have to leave.” A romantic lunch for sure.
“ Okay, I’ll be over in a bit then.” You hung up the call and went to get ready to leave the house. The whole way to the trailer you thought if you were doing the right thing, if anything you said would be worth it, if you weren't just humiliating yourself, but suddenly you were in front of his door, knocking slowly, as if waiting for him not to respond. But at the second knock he was already at the door and your air almost stopped reaching your lungs. He was ready for the commitment he would have right after your conversation and you had never seen him like this. He was wearing black jeans, with his usual chain, but instead of the usual band t-shirt, they were accompanied by a black shirt, and arms folded up to the shoulders. You didn't know if you could do this. You wanted to turn around and leave but suddenly you were sitting on Eddie's familiar couch, where you'd spent so many hours over the last few years. After a few minutes of silence you decided it was now or never and you began to empty your heart before him.
“Eddie.”
“Y/N.
“I don't know how to start. Maybe I shouldn’t even be here but I can’t wait any longer.”
"Why? Are you okay?” he asked, moving a little closer to you on the sofa. Maybe he still cares about me. But if really cared, he would already know that no, everything is not okay with me. We barely see each other anymore.
“I have already received letters from the universities that accepted me.”
“Really? Congratulations." He responded by giving you a hug, a strong hug, a hug like the old days, a hug of affection, of happiness for you.
“Thank you.”, you replied when the hug ended. “But therein lies the problem. For more than two years now I was sure I would choose a university but now I don’t know.”
"Why? What happened?"
“You really don’t know?”
"Of course not."
“Of course not.”, you repeated with irony and sadness in your voice. “What happened was Anna, you and Anna.”
“What do you mean by that? Anna never did you any harm.”
“Not Anna, not on purpose at least. But you did. And the way this conversation is going I feel like it hurts me even more.”
“You can get to the point once and for all.”, Eddie responded aggressively, crossing his arms over his chest. If regret could kill...
“Remember when you introduced us to Anna and Gareth and some of the other guys said they thought we were dating?”
“Of course, ridiculous idea. They embarrassed me right in front of Anna.”
“Ridiculous? Ouch.”
“Yes, ridiculous. We were best friends. Nothing else.”
“Best friends until you met Anna because when you introduced us you said I was just your friend and as time went by, not even that. But their reaction was only ridiculous to you. You could be my “best friend”, but they saw more of me than you.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“What I mean is that they saw, over the years, what you never did.”, you replied, finally letting tears run down your face.
“What did they see that I never saw? Come on, tell me, I have to leave soon.”, he asked, almost shouting.
“That I love you.”, you replied in the same tone.
“What?”, he retorted almost without reaction.
“That I love you, that I have always loved you. That the time spent on this couch, the nights when you clung to me in your bed, only helped the feeling I had, which I still have for you, increase. And I think I just wanted...”
“Did you want to know if I feel the same? Y/N, I'm with Anna, a beautiful girl who I really like. And you, as you said, are no longer my friend.”
“But you love her?”
“I like her a lot, yes.”
“But do you love her?”
“Y/N, I'm with Anna and she's the one I'm going to stay with. These dreams of yours of something romantic with me, that… those just yours.” Only yours. The feeling you had for him was always yours alone. You let another tear fall down your chin, falling onto your neck and standing up you headed for the door.
“But wait.”, Eddie stopped you. “What does all of this has to do with your university?”
“I always thought I would go to the university closer to Hawkins to be closer to you. Yes, the only one to blame for this idea is me too. You are free from all responsibility.”
“And where are you going now?”
“I’m going to follow my dream, finally think only about myself.”
“And what does that mean?”
“I’m going to New York.”, you said as you turned towards the door. You opened it and turned to him one last time.
“I hope you are happy. Goodbye.”, and you closed the trailer door, running to your house, tears blinding your path. When you got home you told your mother what your choice was and, despite it costing her a lot, she knew that this was your dream since you were little. After crying in each other's arms, you asked her if she minded if you went as soon as school ended, to familiarize yourself with the city and the environment. With great difficulty she accepted and you, sighing with relief, went to your room to prepare for your last two weeks in Hawkins.
At that same time Eddie was in a small restaurant with Anna but it was as if he were somewhere else. After saying goodbye to him so definitively, it felt like the entire weight of the world had fallen on him. Suddenly he didn't understand how you had gone from being his best friend to someone he barely saw. How could he not have noticed your feelings when his were the same? From the first moment you smiled at him, he had been yours. Every opportunity he took to touch you, every Saturday night he imagined what it would be like to be clinging to you like that after a night of sex instead of a night of movies and popcorn. And then Anna had appeared and almost thrown herself at him. He had never had anyone show interest in him, mainly because of his fame. So when she said she liked him, he was blind to everything else. But now, facing him, sitting at the restaurant table, he couldn't see her. She was beautiful as he had told you, yes, but her eyes weren’t your eyes, they didn't show your friendliness, your affection, her smile didn't light him up like yours always did, her body didn't attract his hands like yours attracted them. Your femininity, your sensuality, even if you didn't force it, even if you were one of the boys, she would never be able to imitate you. She talked to him and he only thought about the mistake he had made in agreeing to be with her and the way he had treated you. In that same lunch, Eddie ended his relationship with Anna and, even before it ended, he ran out of the restaurant to talk to you. When Eddie arrived at your house he knocked on the door incessantly waiting for you to open the door but it was your mother who appeared in front of him.
“Mr Y/L/N, is Y/N home? I need to talk to her.”
“She is there but she doesn’t want to see you. I'm sorry.”, she replied as she went to close the door. But Eddie stopped her from doing so.
"Please. I really need to talk to her. Please." Tour mother left the house and closed the door behind her, standing in front of Eddie with her arms crossed.
“Eddie, you know I really like you. You are, or were, I don't know, my daughter's best friend throughout high school, she was happier when she was with you. And suddenly her smile started to disappear, you stopped seeing each other as much and today, after a conversation with you, my daughter arrived here crying, completely broken, so destroyed that I don't know how long it will be before she goes back to what she was. So no, no matter how much I love you, you hurt my daughter and you won't see her, if that's what she wants, no matter how much you ask or beg.” Eddie looked at her with watery eyes, knowing that everything he had heard was true. But knowing that you were that bad only made him worse. But he decided he shouldn't insist. He was sure that during the remaining school days, the 1986 school year, his year, he used to say, he would be able to find you and talk to you. Little did he know that you already had finished your year with the grades you had, high school was officially over and that, with a lot of help from your parents, you had convinced the principal that you were too sick to go to school anymore. Eddie never saw you again. He tried to visit you once again, but by then you were already in New York, looking for a part-time job that would help you pay your expenses and the rent for the apartment you were going to share with one of your friends, who had entered the same university as you, although on a different course. Devastated, Eddie asked your mother for one last favor. He took off the ring he used to wear on his little finger and gave it to your mother so that, when she could, she would give it to you, as a sign of the friendship you once had. This delivery took place at Christmas. You received it and, as if it meant nothing, you placed it with all the other gifts you had received. But, as soon as you arrived back in New York, the ring started to occupy your middle finger, the only one where it could fit without falling off, only taking it off when you went home. And time passed and, in the second year of university, you met someone who you started dating and who, unlike others, never left you again. The joy of seeing him wasn't the same, you weren't always glued to each other, his smile didn't make your day worth it, but he liked you and always treated you well, he always put you first. And, even against your will, you had learned from Eddie that it wasn't the great passions that took you somewhere but those that were based on mutual respect, companionship and trust. But deep down you knew that wasn't what your heart wanted. From the moment you started dating, you took Eddie's ring off your finger and, putting it on a chain, you started wearing it like a necklace around your neck, closer to your heart. It would be the only thing of his that would always be close to you, after all.
You finished university, you both finished your courses and started living together. A year later, after a picnic in Central Park he asked you to marry him. It was with a big smile that you accepted.
In Hawkins Eddie, free from high school and without a girlfriend, began to dedicate himself more to his band, to his dream of one day being in the spotlight, rehearsing every day after his work day in the city's workshop. And, with a lot of work, and a little luck, the name Corroded Coffin started to be heard everywhere, their songs started to be played on all the radio stations dedicated to the genre, and they started to fill small arenas. Until one day, their first tour took them to New York, the first big arena where they would perform.
When you saw the poster announcing their concert your legs lost their strength, your heart started to beat faster. After sitting on a small bench to compose yourself, you decided that enough time had passed for you to be able to see him without destroying yourself again. And on the day, there you were, you and your recent fiance , watching Corrodin Coffin, watching your Eddie fulfill his dream, applauded by the public, the same bright smile on his face as several years ago.
“Look, I’ll see if I can talk to them.” Your fiancé knew you were colleagues in highschool.
“Okay, I’ll get our things from the cloakroom and I’ll come see you right away.”, he said, kissing you. You quickly approached the stage where that were still leaving. Behind the fence there were two security guards.
“Sorry, but I know the band. I just wanted to say hello.”, you said very shyly.
“Of course you do. You are half of this arena.”, one of them turned back and shouted at Eddie. “Hey, boss, here’s one more to see if you have a place at the hotel bed for her.” And without turning his back, he replied coldly.
“Send her away. I already have company tonight.” Your heart bled a little, but you couldn't expect anything from him. He could do whatever he wanted with his life.
“You don’t even have time for old friendships?”, you shouted so that he could hear you. Time seemed to stop. Your voice remained the same. He quickly turned around and, ordering the security guards to open the bars, he ran to hug you. The way you missed his hugs, his chest against yours, his smell, even after a concert.
“Sweetie? What are you doing here?” He couldn't believe that you were in front of him again, even more beautiful than he remembered.
“I see that your stubbornness has paid off. Congratulations on your success.”
"Thank you so much. I often wondered if you still listened to us.”
"What? Of course. I never stopped listening. Albeit in a somewhat masochistic way because of the way things ended between us. Hearing your voice, remembering the moments when you wrote each lyric. It was complicated.” His smile faded more and more. “But a few months later I had everyone at university listening to Corroded Coffin.” You laughed with joy. His heart couldn't believe he was hearing that sound again.
“But you look amazing.”, he continued leaving you completely red. “So much has happened during these years. Why don’t you wait a bit and let’s have dinner together and talk for a while?”, he asked hopefully.
“And your companion for tonight? Is she or they waiting for you? Wouldn’t they be disappointed?”, you replied with a new tone of pain in your voice.
“I don't need her. I need you.”, he said, grabbing you gently by the shoulders.
“What?”, you asked, holding on to the railing next to you.
“It’s you I need. It's you I love. That I always loved.”
“Don’t say that, please.”
“But it’s true. Sweetie, (that damn nickname) I've always loved you. I was the one who was stupid and I needed to lose you to remember that.”
“Eddie.”, you ran your hand, softly across his face. “You didn’t lose me. You pushed me away. And you hurt me a lot. So please don't tell me that. Not now.”
"Why?" Tears fell down both of their faces.
“Because I still love y...”
“So honey, ready to leave?”, a man interrupted, putting an arm on your shoulders and kissing your face. Eddie didn't know what was happening. How should he react? But one thing he noticed. When the man put his arm over your shoulders, your shirt dropped a little at your neckline and something appeared, something that was attached to your neck, something that you immediately covered with your hand.
“Eddie, this is Jonathan, my fiance.” It was now his turn to hold on to the railing so that he could stay on his legs. Jonathan held out his hand, which Eddie grabbed.
“Nice to meet you. The concert was very good.”, Jonathan said.
"Thank you very much."
“And I finally meet the great Eddie.”
“Great Eddie?”
“Yes, Y/N is always talking about you and your group at high school. But mainly you. I even get jealous sometimes.”, he continued while laughing.
“Hmmmm.”, Eddie didn’t know what else to say.
“Well, Y/N, let’s get going or we’ll be late for the restaurant.”
“Of course.”, you replied, not wanting to leave. “Eddie, once again, congratulations on your success. May you always be happy.”, you ended the conversation by hugging him again with all the strength you could muster, feeling Eddie's warmth filling your body.
“You know I won’t be.”, he said softly in your ear.
“Me neither.”, and saying this you let go of him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Jonathan grabbed your hand to leave and you, not being able to resist, looked back one last time. Only then, when you dropped the jewel you kept hidden in you hand, to say goodbye to him for the second time in you life, did Eddie see what you wanted to hide from him so much. You had kept his ring on a chain around your neck. He thought you had thrown it away the moment you received it. But no. Even now you kept it with you.
Because, even though you weren't together you would always belong to one another.
Thank you all so much for reading ang interacting with this one-shot, making it the first time something I wrote has more than 200 interactions. I know that to most 200 isn't anything but it means a lot to me. Thank you all. 💙
summary: Eddie could never see what was right in front of your eyes, making both of your lifes always imcomplete.
warnings: Angst, fluff, angst, idiot Eddie, I want to punch you Eddie
word count: 4750
Regret
You and Eddie had been best friends since you met, halfway through your freshman year at Hawkings High, after you fell in the middle of the hallway. Among all the bodies that surrounded you and all the laughter that made you lower your head in shame, a hand approached you to help you get up. A hand full of rings accompanied by an arm with tattoos. You immediately knew who it was. And, despite your hesitation in accepting his offer because of everything that was said about him, you placed your hand in his and he quickly lifted you up, with such strength, that he made you fall against his chest.
“Hey sweetie, I gave you my hand but I didn't think you would accept it in marriage right away.”, he said laughing, as you walked away from him apologizing for going against him.
"I apologize. It wasn't my intention to hit you but I don't think you know how strong you are.”, you replied with your eyes glued to the ground between you.
“Now it’s the compliments. I can’t try to help a girl in trouble without them immediately wanting something more.”
“No, that wasn’t what…”, you tried to defend yourself but were soon interrupted by Eddie’s laughter.
“I'm just messing with you. I hope you weren't hurt. If you want, I can take you to the infirmary.”
“No, I don’t think so.”, you said while looking at your legs. “I got one or two bruises but nothing that won't go away. And, I haven’t told you yet with all this back and forth, thank you for helping me.”, you ended with a smile on your face. Eddie didn't think he'd ever seen a smile so soft and so sexy at the same time. He smiled back.
“You don’t have to thank me. Everyone else should apologize to you for not helping you. But I haven't introduced myself yet.”, he continued, giving you his hand again to shake. “Eddie Munson, at your service.” He took advantage and, taking your hand in his, he brought it to his lips and placed them lightly on your knuckles. Soon your face took on a new, even rosier tone. Eddie didn't know that his smile managed to get even bigger when he saw the way you reacted to his usually theatrical act.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to formally meet you.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Everyone at school knows who you are. For one reason or another.”
“And why did you know me?”
“Because everyone talks about you.”
“Hmmmmm. And now that you formally know me?”
“Do you want me to tell you a secret? I always knew this school was full of idiots. They don't know anything about you and who you are.”, you replied again with a smile.
“Do you know something?”
"What?"
“I think I like you.”
"What?"
“Not like that. I'm not like you, who almost threw yourself at me at the first opportunity. Oppurtunist.” You started laughing which made Eddie join you in the same act. It was still laughing that you looked at the clock on the hallway wall.
“Oh no, I’m sorry but I’m running late for my next class. Thank you very much for your help again and we’ll see you around.”
“I hope so.”, Eddie finished the conversation, leaning against the lockers that lined the walls of the corridor and, crossing his arms, watching you disappear around the bend a little further on.
And so your friendship began. It quickly seemed like you were attached to each other by the hips, never being too far away from one another. Where one was, normally the other would be nearby or about to arrive. And, despite all your strength and resistance to prevent this from happening, your feelings for Eddie started to become stronger and you ended up falling in love with him, although the fear of losing his friendship never allowed you to confess it , your love for him. You thought the time you spent with him, the afternoons spent in his trailer, lying on the couch with him, while he ran his fingers through your hair, or lightly down your back, making your entire body shiver, or the Saturday nights you spent in his bed after movie nights that ended too late for you to go back alone to your house in the city center, from which you always woke up with him holding you against him, his harms around you. His stomach and chest pressed against you, with his right leg on top of yours, were enough for you. If the result of your confession was the end of the relationship you had with him, then these little big moments were enough for you. Until the inevitable happened. You were in the cafeteria with the other boys waiting for Eddie to arrive. It wasn't like him to be so late. Until, hearing the buzz that started to appear at your table, you turned back to look at the door when you saw him with a girl on his arm. Your heart tightened so much, your stomach turned on such a knot that you thought that what you had just eaten would come back in the opposite direction. On his face the same smile he showed you when he met you, the same smile he has for you whenever he sees you. But she clung to him as if she had no feet to walk on her own. And so they arrived at your table.
“So Eddie,” Dustin began (thank God for Dustin because you wouldn’t know what to say to break the silence that ensued upon their arrival) “where have you been? Everyone was already worried about you. We have to talk about this Friday’s crusade.”
“Sorry. But this week there will be no D&D. I already have other plans.”
“What?” Gareth almost shouted. “In four years as dungeon master there has never been a Friday without D&D. Have you finally found someone available to fuck you, and it has to be on Friday?” Eddie almost choked.
“Hey, don’t talk like that in front of the lady.”
“Oh, Y/N doesn’t mind, do you?”, he asked looking at you.
“I don’t think he was talking about me.”, you replied softly to Gareth.
“Guys, let me introduce you to Anna, my girlfriend.” You were right. Your heart was right as soon as you saw them arm in arm.
“Your what?”, Mike asked as if his head was about to explode. “But you don’t date Y/N?”
"What? Why would you think that?”
“Because everyone thinks the same.”
“I don’t.”, you replied, unable to bear the shame you were feeling. They could all see how you felt about Eddie except him.
“Me and Y/N? A couple?” he asked, laughing. Ouch, it wasn't necessary that much., you thought to yourself as you prevented the tears that were starting to sting your eyes from rolling down your face.
“She and I are just friends.” Just friends? That Anna woman even stole my best friend position.
"Exactly. Just friends.”, you said as you got up from the table. “I'm not feeling very well with my stomach. I think I’ll skip my afternoon classes and go home and lie down for a bit.” The tears were beginning to win the battle. You turned to them. “Well, congratulations to the new couple.” And got away as quickly as possible. You hadn't left the canteen yet and she was already sitting in your seat. In the place Eddie had reserved for you since you started having lunch with them. The next day, you entered the canteen with the intention of sitting in your usual seat but it was already occupied by Anna who was half on the chair and half on Eddie's lap as they almost swallowed each other in front of everyone. You went to get your food from the machine instead of getting a tray and headed to the library. Some of the boys saw you walking past them, asking you where you were going. The only answer you gave was that your stomach still wasn't very well and all that smell of food was making you sick. It was true that you were sick, but not because of the smell of the food.
You hardly saw Eddie anymore except on Saturday nights for your cinematic ritual. But now, each one sat at one end of the sofa, as soon as the film ended you would leave and he wouldn't even offer to take you home. At this point, you only went there because of Wayne, who you really liked and who you could still find at home whenever you arrived at the trailer they shared. There were just a few weeks left before the end of the academic year and letters from the universities you had applied to had started to arrive. You had been accepted in three. Your idea had always been to go to the university closer to Hawkins, even though it wasn't your favorite, to always be close to Eddie, but at this moment, you didn't know what to do. Eddie and Anna had been dating for just over a month and you apparently weren't part of his future. One of the Saturdays that you went to his house for your weekly movie night, he took longer than usual to open the door and when he did, he only had a towel that he must have found in the mess on his bedroom floor wrapped around his waist.
“Hello.”, you said in a joking tone. “What kind of film are we going to watch today?”, you continued to laugh. But soon the laughter was ripped from your face.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?”
"What? Today is Saturday. Our movie night.”
“And you didn’t know to call before you came by?”
“I’ve never needed to do it before. Why?"
“Because I didn’t remember movie night.” And from his room came a sound that almost made you fall to your knees.
“So Eddie, why are you taking so long. Come back to bed.”, Anna called, still in a sex voice.
“Okay, you don’t need to say anything else.”, you turned your back and walked away. He didn't even call for you. He just closed the door and went back to the room where Anna was waiting for him.
You waited until the limit where you had to say yes to one of the universities. You knew you meant nothing to Eddie now but the thought of being close to him still tormented you. That's why one day you finally picked up the phone.
“Eddie?”
“Yes, Y/N. Hello sweetie.” That nickname. It had been a long time since you heard it.
“Look, I needed to talk to you urgently. Is there a time when you are alone? I'd prefer it to be in your trailer. It’s something more personal.”
“Of course, you can come before lunch. Then I have to leave.” A romantic lunch for sure.
“ Okay, I’ll be over in a bit then.” You hung up the call and went to get ready to leave the house. The whole way to the trailer you thought if you were doing the right thing, if anything you said would be worth it, if you weren't just humiliating yourself, but suddenly you were in front of his door, knocking slowly, as if waiting for him not to respond. But at the second knock he was already at the door and your air almost stopped reaching your lungs. He was ready for the commitment he would have right after your conversation and you had never seen him like this. He was wearing black jeans, with his usual chain, but instead of the usual band t-shirt, they were accompanied by a black shirt, and arms folded up to the shoulders. You didn't know if you could do this. You wanted to turn around and leave but suddenly you were sitting on Eddie's familiar couch, where you'd spent so many hours over the last few years. After a few minutes of silence you decided it was now or never and you began to empty your heart before him.
“Eddie.”
“Y/N.
“I don't know how to start. Maybe I shouldn’t even be here but I can’t wait any longer.”
"Why? Are you okay?” he asked, moving a little closer to you on the sofa. Maybe he still cares about me. But if really cared, he would already know that no, everything is not okay with me. We barely see each other anymore.
“I have already received letters from the universities that accepted me.”
“Really? Congratulations." He responded by giving you a hug, a strong hug, a hug like the old days, a hug of affection, of happiness for you.
“Thank you.”, you replied when the hug ended. “But therein lies the problem. For more than two years now I was sure I would choose a university but now I don’t know.”
"Why? What happened?"
“You really don’t know?”
"Of course not."
“Of course not.”, you repeated with irony and sadness in your voice. “What happened was Anna, you and Anna.”
“What do you mean by that? Anna never did you any harm.”
“Not Anna, not on purpose at least. But you did. And the way this conversation is going I feel like it hurts me even more.”
“You can get to the point once and for all.”, Eddie responded aggressively, crossing his arms over his chest. If regret could kill...
“Remember when you introduced us to Anna and Gareth and some of the other guys said they thought we were dating?”
“Of course, ridiculous idea. They embarrassed me right in front of Anna.”
“Ridiculous? Ouch.”
“Yes, ridiculous. We were best friends. Nothing else.”
“Best friends until you met Anna because when you introduced us you said I was just your friend and as time went by, not even that. But their reaction was only ridiculous to you. You could be my “best friend”, but they saw more of me than you.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“What I mean is that they saw, over the years, what you never did.”, you replied, finally letting tears run down your face.
“What did they see that I never saw? Come on, tell me, I have to leave soon.”, he asked, almost shouting.
“That I love you.”, you replied in the same tone.
“What?”, he retorted almost without reaction.
“That I love you, that I have always loved you. That the time spent on this couch, the nights when you clung to me in your bed, only helped the feeling I had, which I still have for you, increase. And I think I just wanted...”
“Did you want to know if I feel the same? Y/N, I'm with Anna, a beautiful girl who I really like. And you, as you said, are no longer my friend.”
“But you love her?”
“I like her a lot, yes.”
“But do you love her?”
“Y/N, I'm with Anna and she's the one I'm going to stay with. These dreams of yours of something romantic with me, that… those just yours.” Only yours. The feeling you had for him was always yours alone. You let another tear fall down your chin, falling onto your neck and standing up you headed for the door.
“But wait.”, Eddie stopped you. “What does all of this has to do with your university?”
“I always thought I would go to the university closer to Hawkins to be closer to you. Yes, the only one to blame for this idea is me too. You are free from all responsibility.”
“And where are you going now?”
“I’m going to follow my dream, finally think only about myself.”
“And what does that mean?”
“I’m going to New York.”, you said as you turned towards the door. You opened it and turned to him one last time.
“I hope you are happy. Goodbye.”, and you closed the trailer door, running to your house, tears blinding your path. When you got home you told your mother what your choice was and, despite it costing her a lot, she knew that this was your dream since you were little. After crying in each other's arms, you asked her if she minded if you went as soon as school ended, to familiarize yourself with the city and the environment. With great difficulty she accepted and you, sighing with relief, went to your room to prepare for your last two weeks in Hawkins.
At that same time Eddie was in a small restaurant with Anna but it was as if he were somewhere else. After saying goodbye to him so definitively, it felt like the entire weight of the world had fallen on him. Suddenly he didn't understand how you had gone from being his best friend to someone he barely saw. How could he not have noticed your feelings when his were the same? From the first moment you smiled at him, he had been yours. Every opportunity he took to touch you, every Saturday night he imagined what it would be like to be clinging to you like that after a night of sex instead of a night of movies and popcorn. And then Anna had appeared and almost thrown herself at him. He had never had anyone show interest in him, mainly because of his fame. So when she said she liked him, he was blind to everything else. But now, facing him, sitting at the restaurant table, he couldn't see her. She was beautiful as he had told you, yes, but her eyes weren’t your eyes, they didn't show your friendliness, your affection, her smile didn't light him up like yours always did, her body didn't attract his hands like yours attracted them. Your femininity, your sensuality, even if you didn't force it, even if you were one of the boys, she would never be able to imitate you. She talked to him and he only thought about the mistake he had made in agreeing to be with her and the way he had treated you. In that same lunch, Eddie ended his relationship with Anna and, even before it ended, he ran out of the restaurant to talk to you. When Eddie arrived at your house he knocked on the door incessantly waiting for you to open the door but it was your mother who appeared in front of him.
“Mr Y/L/N, is Y/N home? I need to talk to her.”
“She is there but she doesn’t want to see you. I'm sorry.”, she replied as she went to close the door. But Eddie stopped her from doing so.
"Please. I really need to talk to her. Please." Tour mother left the house and closed the door behind her, standing in front of Eddie with her arms crossed.
“Eddie, you know I really like you. You are, or were, I don't know, my daughter's best friend throughout high school, she was happier when she was with you. And suddenly her smile started to disappear, you stopped seeing each other as much and today, after a conversation with you, my daughter arrived here crying, completely broken, so destroyed that I don't know how long it will be before she goes back to what she was. So no, no matter how much I love you, you hurt my daughter and you won't see her, if that's what she wants, no matter how much you ask or beg.” Eddie looked at her with watery eyes, knowing that everything he had heard was true. But knowing that you were that bad only made him worse. But he decided he shouldn't insist. He was sure that during the remaining school days, the 1986 school year, his year, he used to say, he would be able to find you and talk to you. Little did he know that you already had finished your year with the grades you had, high school was officially over and that, with a lot of help from your parents, you had convinced the principal that you were too sick to go to school anymore. Eddie never saw you again. He tried to visit you once again, but by then you were already in New York, looking for a part-time job that would help you pay your expenses and the rent for the apartment you were going to share with one of your friends, who had entered the same university as you, although on a different course. Devastated, Eddie asked your mother for one last favor. He took off the ring he used to wear on his little finger and gave it to your mother so that, when she could, she would give it to you, as a sign of the friendship you once had. This delivery took place at Christmas. You received it and, as if it meant nothing, you placed it with all the other gifts you had received. But, as soon as you arrived back in New York, the ring started to occupy your middle finger, the only one where it could fit without falling off, only taking it off when you went home. And time passed and, in the second year of university, you met someone who you started dating and who, unlike others, never left you again. The joy of seeing him wasn't the same, you weren't always glued to each other, his smile didn't make your day worth it, but he liked you and always treated you well, he always put you first. And, even against your will, you had learned from Eddie that it wasn't the great passions that took you somewhere but those that were based on mutual respect, companionship and trust. But deep down you knew that wasn't what your heart wanted. From the moment you started dating, you took Eddie's ring off your finger and, putting it on a chain, you started wearing it like a necklace around your neck, closer to your heart. It would be the only thing of his that would always be close to you, after all.
You finished university, you both finished your courses and started living together. A year later, after a picnic in Central Park he asked you to marry him. It was with a big smile that you accepted.
In Hawkins Eddie, free from high school and without a girlfriend, began to dedicate himself more to his band, to his dream of one day being in the spotlight, rehearsing every day after his work day in the city's workshop. And, with a lot of work, and a little luck, the name Corroded Coffin started to be heard everywhere, their songs started to be played on all the radio stations dedicated to the genre, and they started to fill small arenas. Until one day, their first tour took them to New York, the first big arena where they would perform.
When you saw the poster announcing their concert your legs lost their strength, your heart started to beat faster. After sitting on a small bench to compose yourself, you decided that enough time had passed for you to be able to see him without destroying yourself again. And on the day, there you were, you and your recent fiance , watching Corrodin Coffin, watching your Eddie fulfill his dream, applauded by the public, the same bright smile on his face as several years ago.
“Look, I’ll see if I can talk to them.” Your fiancé knew you were colleagues in highschool.
“Okay, I’ll get our things from the cloakroom and I’ll come see you right away.”, he said, kissing you. You quickly approached the stage where that were still leaving. Behind the fence there were two security guards.
“Sorry, but I know the band. I just wanted to say hello.”, you said very shyly.
“Of course you do. You are half of this arena.”, one of them turned back and shouted at Eddie. “Hey, boss, here’s one more to see if you have a place at the hotel bed for her.” And without turning his back, he replied coldly.
“Send her away. I already have company tonight.” Your heart bled a little, but you couldn't expect anything from him. He could do whatever he wanted with his life.
“You don’t even have time for old friendships?”, you shouted so that he could hear you. Time seemed to stop. Your voice remained the same. He quickly turned around and, ordering the security guards to open the bars, he ran to hug you. The way you missed his hugs, his chest against yours, his smell, even after a concert.
“Sweetie? What are you doing here?” He couldn't believe that you were in front of him again, even more beautiful than he remembered.
“I see that your stubbornness has paid off. Congratulations on your success.”
"Thank you so much. I often wondered if you still listened to us.”
"What? Of course. I never stopped listening. Albeit in a somewhat masochistic way because of the way things ended between us. Hearing your voice, remembering the moments when you wrote each lyric. It was complicated.” His smile faded more and more. “But a few months later I had everyone at university listening to Corroded Coffin.” You laughed with joy. His heart couldn't believe he was hearing that sound again.
“But you look amazing.”, he continued leaving you completely red. “So much has happened during these years. Why don’t you wait a bit and let’s have dinner together and talk for a while?”, he asked hopefully.
“And your companion for tonight? Is she or they waiting for you? Wouldn’t they be disappointed?”, you replied with a new tone of pain in your voice.
“I don't need her. I need you.”, he said, grabbing you gently by the shoulders.
“What?”, you asked, holding on to the railing next to you.
“It’s you I need. It's you I love. That I always loved.”
“Don’t say that, please.”
“But it’s true. Sweetie, (that damn nickname) I've always loved you. I was the one who was stupid and I needed to lose you to remember that.”
“Eddie.”, you ran your hand, softly across his face. “You didn’t lose me. You pushed me away. And you hurt me a lot. So please don't tell me that. Not now.”
"Why?" Tears fell down both of their faces.
“Because I still love y...”
“So honey, ready to leave?”, a man interrupted, putting an arm on your shoulders and kissing your face. Eddie didn't know what was happening. How should he react? But one thing he noticed. When the man put his arm over your shoulders, your shirt dropped a little at your neckline and something appeared, something that was attached to your neck, something that you immediately covered with your hand.
“Eddie, this is Jonathan, my fiance.” It was now his turn to hold on to the railing so that he could stay on his legs. Jonathan held out his hand, which Eddie grabbed.
“Nice to meet you. The concert was very good.”, Jonathan said.
"Thank you very much."
“And I finally meet the great Eddie.”
“Great Eddie?”
“Yes, Y/N is always talking about you and your group at high school. But mainly you. I even get jealous sometimes.”, he continued while laughing.
“Hmmmm.”, Eddie didn’t know what else to say.
“Well, Y/N, let’s get going or we’ll be late for the restaurant.”
“Of course.”, you replied, not wanting to leave. “Eddie, once again, congratulations on your success. May you always be happy.”, you ended the conversation by hugging him again with all the strength you could muster, feeling Eddie's warmth filling your body.
“You know I won’t be.”, he said softly in your ear.
“Me neither.”, and saying this you let go of him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Jonathan grabbed your hand to leave and you, not being able to resist, looked back one last time. Only then, when you dropped the jewel you kept hidden in you hand, to say goodbye to him for the second time in you life, did Eddie see what you wanted to hide from him so much. You had kept his ring on a chain around your neck. He thought you had thrown it away the moment you received it. But no. Even now you kept it with you.
Because, even though you weren't together you would always belong to one another.
Well, it took a while for this to take off and in that while I forgot what I wanted to right at the end but, in the end, that's how my mind works now, or doesn't work. Not what I wanted to be said but I hope you like it. My first attempt at Munson dear. :D
Don’t Thank Me
The year was 1985 when you had to move to Hawkins because of your father’s job. The month was October and school had already started. Maybe your sudden presence in its corridors would go unnoticed, with everyone already enjoying their chosen activities and happy with their group of friends. That would be nice, wouldn't it? It certainly would. If it wasn’t for Mrs. Reynolds who, as soon as she saw you, made a point of placing you next to her and introducing you to the whole class.
“Guys, this is Y/N and she just moved to Hawkins so I hope you welcome her.” And sent you to your place. And just with those words, your dream of going unnoticed had died. As you walked around the room to sit in its only free seat , you could already hear the buzz and the people around you. I know it's already October but the turtleneck is still too hot, you could hear it on one side. I would also try to hide if I came to school like that, without even a bit of makeup., you heard on the other side, until you finally reached your table where you sat down trying to make as little noise as possible but, of course, with your luck, you had to drop your notebook when you opened your bag on the table, causing the whole class to look back and started laughing at you. The first day had just begun and you already felt your eyes stinging, wanting to cry and run away. You were getting ready to bend down and pick up your notebook when a hand reached it first and handed it to you.
“Here you go, sweetheart.”, a voice said. You didn't know how to react to the nickname but, lifting your head from the hand full of rings that handed you the notebook to the smile surrounded by his long curly hair that was waiting for you, you thanked him for his kindness and, turning to the front in your chair, you held the notebook against your chest with all your strength, as if you were guarding a treasure.
“Don’t worry about them.” The boy spoke again, approaching you. “All you have to do is step outside of their self-imposed norm of what is and is not acceptable in this school and in this city and you quickly become part of the pariah who only exists to be made fun of by them.”
“Thank you, but I’m already used to the looks and the insults. I just didn't think it would start so fast here. I just arrived...”
“Well, welcome to Hawkins High, the lowest point of society. By the way, my name is Eddie.”, he said, stretching out his hand for you to shake.
“Y/N.”, you replied, grabbing his hand, surprised by the softness with which he shook yours, considering his appearance and the handful of accessories, opening a smile that surprised yourself. You never smiled. And so your first class came to an end and you immediately left, rushing to the next one, before lunch time. There, the students were different and a sigh of relief passed between your lips when the teacher didn't show the slightest interest of introducing you to your colleagues. At the end of the class, you walked down the corridor with your head down, trying to go unnoticed, with your backpack strapped to just one shoulder. Arriving at the cafeteria, you went to get your lunch and, looking around you managed to find an empty table, in the corner, a table where you knew that no one who was someone at that school would sit because it was too hidden. You put your tray on the table and your backpack on the floor, sitting down to try to eat that day's lunch. And suddenly a familiar voice.
“Gareth, get out of there.”, Eddie said to his friend who was eating in the chair next to his.
“Hey, Y/N, why are you there alone?” There went the discretion. You soon realized that it was Eddie was talking to you, almost from the middle of the canteen. With gestures, you tried to say that you were already sat and that they had already started eating and that, therefore, it wasn't worth changing seats. But Eddie, being Eddie, didn't accept your gestural response. He got up from the back of the chair where he was sitting and, going through the other tables as if a parade was taking place, he came close to you and grabbed your tray. You quickly grabbed your bag and ran after your food.
"Why? She's the one who just arrived, she's the one who needs to find a place for herself.
"He's right. I’ll sit wherever there’s room.”
“Don’t even think about it. Gareth..." Eddie began with a calm but somewhat threatening tone, even if not physically. “Whose table is this?”
“It’s yours Eddie.”
“And who chooses who sits where?”, he continued as if speaking to a child.
“It’s you.” Gareth replied, grabbing his tray and heading towards the chair at the back of the table. Eddie placed your tray in Gareth's old seat and, with all the theatricality that was inherent to him, pulled out the chair so that you could sit down more easily.
“Here sweetheart, you can sit with us.” Again that name , again a shy thank you, without knowing how to react to it all. Eddie introduced you to the entire table, some as members of his band, and all as members of the group he played DnD with every week in the school's never-used fine arts room.
“I know, why don't you stop by on Friday at the end of school. So you can see the master commanding these weak troops here.”
“Hey...,” a boy younger than you suddenly said. Dustin, if you weren't getting confused with so many names learned at once.
“But don’t you play?”, you asked, although you knew little about the game.
“I am the dungeon master. I am the one who creates the stories, the battles, the tasks that these people have to overcome.”
"Well. Thanks for the invite. I’ll have to think about it.”, you ended up saying with a small smile, although without wanting to appear there. And so, with the week passing by too slowly, the last Friday class arrived and, slowly putting your things in your backpack, you left the room towards the bus that would take you home. With your head down as always, you didn't notice Eddie approaching, startling you when he put his arm over your shoulders, around your neck. Out of habit and instinct, you immediately brought your hands to your collar, ensuring that it didn't fall under the weight of Eddie's hand, without him noticing.
“Where does this little girl think she is going? The fine arts room is on the other side.”, Eddie said, jumping from foot to foot, with the enthusiasm of a new adventure that he had prepared all week for his pupils.
“I'm sorry, but I can't go. If I don’t catch the bus now I have no way to go home.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take you.”
"You? I don't know. And even if you did my parents would be worried if I didn’t show up home on time.”
“Another easy-to-solve non-problem. There is a telephone at the school entrance. You can call them to let them know, and you can also tell them not to worry because you have a ride.”
“I don’t know if my parents will like one thing or the other. That I get home late and in a car with someone they don't know, with someone I barely know.”
“Nothing like trying.” And saying that he grabbed your arm and almost dragged you to the phone. And so you went, knowing too well that, contrary to what you said, your parents would be overjoyed that you were finally making friends, tired of seeing you alone at home, in your room, something that was already common at your previous school. After your parents told you to be careful between jumps of barely controlled joy, Eddie finally took you to watch the game.
You knew little about DnD and, because of that, you spent more time with your notebook than paying attention to what the boys were doing, although, from time to time, your eyes strayed towards Eddie, admiring his enthusiasm, his dedication and, not wanting to lie to yourself, his big chocolate brown eyes and his perfect smile. When, sometimes, he caught you looking at him so intently, his smile would get a little bigger and your face would hide between the pages of your notebook. He liked the attention, no matter who it was, but he'd be lying as well if he said that feeling your gaze on him didn't give him goosebumps.
“So, what did you think?” Eddie asked as the two of you headed to his van.
“It seems to be quite interesting and even intellectually challenging, but I know little about the game. Sorry if I wasn’t paying close attention.”
“It’s okay. But if you want, I can teach you. It will be a pleasure."
"I don't know. Someday maybe." Eddie's face lost some of its joy when you didn't immediately accept his offer. Maybe you didn't really like it and were just being nice.
"OK. Whenever you want, just ask." And, saying this, you arrived at your destination. Eddie, always the gentleman, opened the door on your side to let you in, closing it when you were comfortably seated. Turning around the van, he got in on the left side and took off to take you home. After a few minutes Eddie decided to turn on the radio to fill the silence that had formed between the two of you. AC/DC started to play and your head started to move to the rhythm of the music, while your lips silently recited the lyrics. That's how Eddie saw you when he glanced at you.
“Do you like AC/DC?”, he asked in amazement.
“Of course, who doesn’t like AC/DC?”, you replied very naturally.
“Huuummmmm. Almost everyone. Why do you think they call me “freak”?”
“They call you “freak”?”, you asked, although he hadn’t heard your voice amidst all his excitement.
“It’s not just because of my hair, my beautiful tattoos, my clothes, or my passion for the “satanic” game of the decade, according to the newspapers. It’s because rock runs through my veins.”
“Weed in your lungs and rock in your veins. Okay. Don't you think you should go to the hospital?”, you asked with a playful tone, showing just the beginning of a smile.
“Ahah, funny. But if you like rock I have a perfect plan, much better than DnD.”
“You were lying. You didn't like it tonight. Oh, the pain, the lie.”, Eddie replied, putting his hand to his chest and throwing his head back with his eyes closed.
“That's not very difficult.”, you replied louder than you wanted. Eddie's eyes opened in shock looking at you.
“Oh, the road.”, you said, copying his way of speaking, although the fear in your voice was real.
“Sorry. But as I was saying. Do you remember telling you a week ago that me and some of the guys at our table were in a band?”
"Of course." It wasn't a lie, but you had to go deep into your memory to remember anything that was said that day.
“So, sweetheart,...” That’s what you remembered. The nickname he had so quickly given you. It must have been the same one he gave to everyone. “... we usually play every Wednesday at a bar nearby, the Hideout. And you are invited to go. You’ll be able to see what these fingers can do to a guitar string.”
"I don't know. I don't like a lot of confusion. The heat is bad for me, there are a lot of people around.”
“Ah, you don’t have to worry about that. It’s always empty.”
“You must be very good then.”
“You're making me think about leaving you here in the middle of the road.”, he said looking at you with half-closed eyes. “We're good but, like I said, rock music here in Hawkins isn't appreciated. If you really like rock... But if you don't like listening to us, you don't need to lie to me like you did today. I can take it.”
"I did not lie. Maybe I exaggerated it but I didn’t lie.”
“Um, hmm. I'm going to have to be careful with you, sweetheart. I like it.”, and with a huge smile on his lips again, he looked at you, making the apples of your cheeks become a little pinker. Fortunately it was dark and he didn't notice. And, some time later, you were home, safe and sound, saying goodbye to Eddie and wishing him a good weekend.
On Monday the first class was again with Mrs Reynolds and, when you arrived at the classroom, even though it was early this time, you found Eddie at the back waiting for you in the same seats you had occupied a week before. For you, who had never had friends and was always alone, his need to be with you was strange, but you started to like it. From Eddie, Mike, Dustin and everyone else. With them you were able to be yourself. At least as much as you could be in public.
“So Eddie, how was your weekend?”, you asked to start the conversation.
"The same as always. I was planning the next adventure for Friday and rehearsing with the guys for Wednesday's concert. And yours? You have to give me your phone number. I thought you might want to meet me and watch us rehearse but I didn’t want to show up at your house like a creep.”
"My number? Of course. Do you have a piece of paper?” Soon Eddie tore a piece of paper from his notebook where you wrote your number. He gave you his even without you asking for it. “Just in case you need anything.”, he explained with a pink tint on his face.
“Thank you.”, you replied, imitating the skin tone that covered Eddie’s cheeks. “But oh, regarding my weekend, I was learning DnD. After all, it’s not difficult at all.”
“Did you learn DnD without me?”
“I'm sorry, but I'm not used to having anyone's help for anything. Apart from my parents. But otherwise I always had to get by on my own.”
“And how did you learn then?”
"Reading the book."
“Ah, you can't learn DnD just by reading the book. It takes months of training and games to understand the complexity of the game.”
“Yes, it's a more complex game than any other game I'm used to, but not too much.
“Hu…”
“Don’t you believe me?”
"Of course not."
“Then get me playing next Friday.”
"I don't know. We have our team formed and we don’t let people from outside play.”
“Then you’ll have to take my word for it.” Eddie thought for a moment.
“Okay. Friday, you’re going to show me that I’m right.”
“I'll show you yes, how well I play.”, you ended up saying with a wide smile on your face, as you took your notebook out of your backpack, without noticing the enchanted look with which Eddie was looking at you. At lunch time Eddie arrived at the table with you by his side, put down his food and, in a firm tone, turned to Mike. “Mike, this week Y/N will be taking your place.”
"What? Why mine? She doesn't even know how to play. It will ruin everything I have done so far.”
“It’s decided.”, Eddie ended the conversation, with Mike hanging his head, upset. They were all eating and talking to each other when Dustin turned to you. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”, he asked shyly.
"Os course."
“I know it’s already autumn but it's still not that cold to always wear a turtleneck. May I ask you why?” You almost spat out the food you had in your mouth, turning your head, stopping looking at Dustin, looking only at the table where you were. "Sorry. I didn't want to offend you. Here everyone wears what they want. Nobody criticizes anyone. It’s just because you must be very hot like that.” With great difficulty you looked up at Dustin again before answering. Eddie looked at you intently, also highly curious about your usual choice of clothing.
“Don’t worry Dustin.”, you said to calm the kid down. “It's just a matter of taste. And I'm already used to the heat so it doesn't affect me too much.”, you continued, looking down again, picking up your fork and finishing your food before apologizing and leaving the table early with the excuse that you had to finish a project for the next class.
On Wednesday Eddie was anxious about your presence at the Hideout that night. When he found you sneaking past in the hallway, he ran to you.
“Y/N!”, he almost shouted in your ear, scaring you.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You were getting more and more used to the nickname, and it no longer surprised you.
“What did you mean to do then? Leave me deaf?”, she replied jokingly.
"Of course not. Otherwise it would make my next question invalid. Are you going to the Hideout today to see us play after all?” It was today. How could you have forgotten.
“I would love to Eddie, but I don't drive. I can’t go there.”
“Ah, don’t worry about that. That is, if your parents don’t mind a charming, full of sex-appeal guy like me picking you up.”
"Don’t worry about that. They’ll be thrilled to see me out and about, “socializing,” as they say.”
“It’s agreed then. I hope you don’t mind sharing the space with the rest of the band and the instruments.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Then it’s a date. At 8pm I’ll stop by your house.”
"OK see you later."
"See you later."
And at 8pm sharp he was knocking at your door. Only at that point did he remember that it would probably be one of your parents who opened the door. Would they still want you to go to a bar with him after seeing him? The name Munson was not well accepted in the city. He just hoped the rumors hadn't reached your parents' ears yet, even though most of them were true. After the second knock, a man opened the door with a huge smile on his mouth. Within seconds he looked Eddie up and down and a decision was made.
“Hi, you must be Eddie. Nice to meet you.”, your father said raising his hand.
“The pleasure is all mine.”, he replied, grabbing the man’s hand back, not quite knowing what to do with his reaction.
“Come in and make yourself comfortable and I’ll call Y/N. She must be lost in a book.”
"Thank you very much." And saying this, Eddie stood alone in the room, looking around and appreciating the eclectic decor, far from the rest of the houses in the neighborhood that were a copy-paste of the latest decorating magazines. Suddenly a voice made him jump and send a small scream that, he couldn't lie, embarrassed him.
“You must be Eddie. Or else you're a thief and I have to go get my baseball bat.”, a lady said seriously.
“No, you don’t need to go get anything. Eddie, I’m Eddie.”, he replied with a shaking voice. The woman continued to look at him with her arms crossed as if assessing the situation. Until she couldn't take it anymore and let out a big laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just messing with you. I'm Mrs Jones, Y/N's mother. I'm glad to finally meet you.”
“The pleasure is mine. And I apologize for my less... how can I say... manly reaction.” your mother laughed again.
"Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”
"Thanks. But I can already see where Y/N got her beauty from.”, he continued trying to restore his charming image.
“Thank you very much for your kindness.”
“Only the truth comes out of my mouth.”
“Of course..”, the laughter continued. “But tell me one thing.”
"Yes?"
“Did you ever use that charm of yours on my daughter, telling her she’s pretty?”
"Don't worry. We are just friends. There's nothing between us.”, Eddie tried to respond, afraid that what he said might ruin tonight's plans.
“I'm not worried about that. I was just curious to know what her reaction would have been.” Eddie was about to ask why when he heard you coming down the stairs.
“Hello Eddie. Sorry. I was busy and lost track of the time.”
“It’s okay. We still have time. From here to the Hideout I can catch the other guys almost in a straight line.”
“Well, go ahead.”, your father said, almost pushing you out the door. “And Eddie, take care of her. She’s not used to the world outside her room.”
“Ahahah, thank you dad. See you later."
When you arrived at the Hideout, Eddie took you to the bar to sit down while they unloaded the van and prepared the stage for their performance. After everything was ready, they came to you and Eddie ordered a beer for himself. You talked for a while and then said goodbye when it was time for the concert.
Eddie hadn't lied when he talked about what he could do with his fingers. The band was good and the music was completely your style but Eddie's charisma and his talent with the guitar were what made the band what it was, even though there were only 5 or 6 people watching. At the end of the last song, they immediately started to pack up the instruments and returned to your side.
"And? What did you think?”, Eddie asked, eager to know your opinion.
“I loved it.”, you replied with a smile on your face.
“It doesn’t take that much. We know we’re not that good.”, Gareth said, thinking you were just saying it to please them.
“No, I'm serious. Who writes your music, your lyrics?”
“Moi meme, Eddie Munson. Why? Didn’t you like any of them?”, he asked with a sudden feeling of butterflies in his stomach that he didn’t know where it came from.
"Quite the opposite. Some of them even seemed like they were written just to make me not feel so alone with myself.”, you replied with a too-light smile.
“Don’t worry.”, Eddie continued “With us, You’ll never feel alone again, not with yourself, not with anyone who makes you feel that way.”, he finished by placing his hand on yours, which was resting on the bar counter, squeezing it gently.
After demonstrating that, after all, you can learn DnD just with the book that following Friday, leaving Mike very happy with how easily you had won, you started hanging out more with the boys, especially Eddie, spending hours at his trailer, or with his visits to your house. He adored your parents and you adored Wayne, so it was as if, from one moment to the next, you had two homes, two families. One day, you were in Eddie's room, with him planning the next DnD journey, next to each other in bed, each with your own notebook. Eddie tried to understand what the hell you studied so much, without you realizing it, but, after weeks and weeks of not being able to see what filled your notebook, always tightly pressed to your chest, he appeared by surprise very close to you, with his book of notes and lyrics, placed very slowly on the bed, taking your notebook from your hands.
“Eddie, give it back to me.”
“What do you read and study so much that you never go anywhere without this notebook?”
"Nothing. Give it back to me, please.” But it was already too late. Eddie had already opened it on a random page.
“Are you kidding me? Are you the one drawing this?”, Eddie asked in amazement, turning the page to you.
“Each person has their own way of dealing with emptiness. You have your guitar, your lyrics. I have my drawings. But they're not a big deal. Just to forget about the rest of the world.”
"No big deal? They are amazing.”, he said as he continued to turn the pages. Suddenly you tried to stop him.
“Okay, that’s enough. You've seen what it is. Give it back to me.”
"Why? Is there anything here you don't want me to see? Is it porn? And I thought we were friends.”
“No, it's not porn.”, you said, closing your eyes when you realized he had reached the page you were trying to hide from him. He didn't know what to say.
“Is this me?” he didn’t know how to react. Several of the following pages were filled with drawings of him, details of his face, his tattoos, his fingers writing. And you finally managed to snatch the notebook from his hands.
“I'm sorry for drawing you without your permission, but sometimes, when we're together, and you're playing or writing, I sit here just looking at you, drawing you. Sorry, really.”
“Why are you apologizing? They are amazing. I'm already beautiful but, through your hands, I can become even more irresistible.”, he said, laughing, to hide the heat that coursed through his entire body.
“But hey,...”, he started, getting closer to you and leaning his head on your shoulder, “if you see that I leave you a little aside when you come here, just say it. I’ll stop everything and we can talk about whatever you want, do whatever you want.”
“Thank you, but you don’t have to worry. I like watching you do your thing. You have so much talent. I’m lucky to be able to see you in action.”, you responded by placing your head on top of his and closing your eyes to smell his characteristic scent.
The days passed, the weeks passed and so did the months. And spring arrived, warmer than anyone could have expected. And, to the admiration of many, you continued to wear high-necked clothes, although now the sleeves were short and the fabric was a little cooler. But even so, sometimes you had difficulty withstanding the temperature. One of those days you were in Eddie's trailer, again in his room. Suddenly he looked at you and was scared. Sweat was pouring down your face without stopping, your color a little paler.
“Y/N, are you okay? Do you need something? You’re all sweaty.”
"Don’t worry. It's normal. When this time of year arrives I always have a little more difficulty.”
“But you look sick. Why don't I lend you one of my tshirts and you take off your shirt. I know you really like this style but at least while you're here. Then you can change again when I take you home.”
“No, seriously. I'm fine like this.”
“No, I’m the one being serious. I’ll have to take you to the hospital soon. Please?”, he asked with real concern in his eyes. You tried to make more excuses but when you saw him in that state you couldn't deny it anymore.
"OK, thanks." Eddie was already standing up looking for a t-shirt for you, handing it to you and leaving the room for you to change. After a while he came back and knocked on his bedroom door to see if he could come in.
“Yes, you can come in.” As soon as he entered, he started talking, hardly looking at you and the change in your expression.
“See, this way you’ll be much better. I know I don’t have AC but at least you’re a little cooler now.” When you didn't respond to what he had said he stopped and looked at you, seeing your head down and something shiny rolling down your face.
“Y/N, are you okay? Do I really need to take you to the hospital?”
“No, I just didn’t want you to see me like this. I don’t let anyone see me like this.”
“Like what Y/N? What’s going on?”, he asked, bringing his thumb and forefinger to your chin, lifting your face towards him. And only then did he see what you've been hiding all this time. Your left shoulder and a bit of your neck on the same side suffered a burn, a burn that left your skin darker and more wrinkled. When he noticed, his hand that was holding your chin moved and he gently ran his fingertips over the area.
“Don’t do that. Please."
“Sorry.”, he replied slowly removing his hand. “Is that why you always wear a turtleneck? To hide it?”
“I tried to hide it but your t-shirt is too big.”
“You don’t need to hide. Hey, you don't need to hide it. At least from me. You know I would never judge you for anything. Much less for that.”
“Honey, you don’t have to worry about any of that with me. Promise. And if you want, you can be at ease when you're here and, when I take you to your parents' house, you can put on your shirt again. What do you say? This way you get some fresh air and don’t have to worry about other people.”
“Yes, but everyone else judges. Growing up I had to hear everything from children's mouths “because children don't know what they're saying”, you said with your fingers making quotation marks. “But then the teenagers came, and they know very well what they are saying, they enjoy saying it.” You took a deep breath and wiped away your tears. “I’m sorry I’m like this. I’m already used to the looks, the words.”
“And you won’t feel disgusted looking at my body like this? Deformed?”
"Disgust? Why? Because you have a scar? A mark on your body? I don't know if you noticed the tattoos but I love marks. Come here. Don’t worry.”, he ended up saying, hugging you like he had never done before, with even greater affection and respect.
And so you started to do it, even taking your own tops so you wouldn't always have to ask Eddie for a shirt, even though you didn't really mind wearing them, having their scent on you even after you left.
One day you were in his living room watching a movie, you with your head in his lap and his ringed fingers gently running through your hair. He could see you grabbing his leg but you couldn't see the huge smile he had on his face, looking more at you than at the television. When the film ended, and with the heat once again unbearable, Eddie asked if you wanted to go to the ice cream shop.
You immediately accepted. You grabbed your things and, after he took the keys to the van and put his wallet on the chain always attached to his pants, you left his trailer and headed towards the van. The journey was made with laughter and joy until, from one moment to the next, your breath caught in your throat.
“Y/N, is everything okay?”
"No. I forgot to put on my shirt. Let’s go back.”, you almost begged.
“But we’re almost there. You'll see that you're exaggerating and no one will notice. And we get there, we ordered the ice cream and come to the van to eat them, ok?”, he asked, gently running his hand on your left leg. You quickly softened at his gesture.
“Okay, but we just buy and leave. Right?"
“Scout’s word.”
You quickly arrived at the place and left the van, although you were shaking with fear of what could happen. You entered the ice cream shop and got in line. Eddie stood on your left side to try to cover your scar as much as possible, but even so, you didn't feel well. And you quickly realized you were right. A group of basketball players entered the room, immediately heading towards Eddie and you.
“I didn’t know that Hawkins’s freak also liked ice cream.”, one of them said, smiling. But soon Eddie wiped the smile off his face.
“Your mother wasn't available for me to suck her today so I have to settle for an ice cream. And you know what? This tastes much better. It doesn’t even smell like mold.”, Eddie replied with a smile from top to bottom. The boy started to attack him but the others stopped him from doing anything wrong. After all, for them, the city freak wasn't worth it.
“But well, I see that the freak has found a girlfriend.”, another said. “Are you a freak too?”, he asked, grabbing your arms and turning you towards him. You were already prepared for what came next. “Wow, after all we don't have a couple of freaks. We have the freak and the beast. Cover yourself, there are those who want to eat without vomiting.”
"Seriously? Why? Do you also vomit looking at your girlfriend's face? I can at least cover my shoulder. But her...” you replied without missing a beat. “Eddie, I’ll wait for you outside.”
“Wait, I’ll go with you. This establishment is very poorly attended. I mean, go on, I have to go to the bathroom.”
"OK. I'll wait in the van.”, and with that said you went towards the vehicle, leaning against the door that wasn't facing the store window.
Eddie, instead of going to the bathroom, went to the table where the boys were sitting.
“Hey, assholes. You can say whatever you want about me. But if you ever talk about Y/N again, and the rumors about me will all become true.”, he said while throwing one of their ice creams in the air, getting them all dirty. He walked out the door and went to his truck shaking everywhere. When he found you leaning against his door he took you in his arms, begging for your look.
“I’m sorry Y/N, I should have listened to you. I shouldn't have put you through that.”
“But you didn’t put me through anything. They did it.”
"No. You wanted to go back and I was the one who insisted that we continued because we were already close. Fuck.”, he suddenly exclaimed as his fist hit the metal of his van.
“Eddie, stop. It's over. I am fine. As I said, I'm already used to it. I try to avoid it as much as I can but I’m used to it.”
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t be. A person like you shouldn't be used to being treated badly, being offended. You deserve nothing other than attention, adoration, affection.”
“What?” Yes, now you were shaking all over, not knowing what to think about what Eddie had just told you.
“You're my best friend and you don't deserve anything bad to happen to you.”, he wanted to continue but didn't know how.
“You’re my best friend too Eddie.”
“But what if I don’t want to be?”
"What? No. After all, you are ashamed of me.”
"That is not what I said. Let me think for a second.”, Eddie said as he placed his hands on his forehead and turned his back to you, pacing uncontrollably. Suddenly he turned around again.
“Why did you learn to play DnD?”
“Because you love it and I wanted to understand the game.”
“And how long had we known each other when you decided to learn just because I like it?”
"I don't know. I don’t remember."
"One week. You spent a whole weekend studying a game that doesn't interest you at all after only knowing me for a week.”, he said, moving his arms dramatically, as was his habit. “When was the first time you agreed to touch me, even with your hand?”
“In my first class here, when you helped me pick up my notebook from the floor and started talking to me.”
“And when was the first time you smiled at me?”
"I don't know. That same week?"
“That very moment you accepted my hand.”
"Really? I didn’t remember."
“But I do. And you know why? Because I'm the Hawkins’s freak, the lowest of the lowest. Even when someone new starts at our school they look at me and move away, because of my appearance, because of my exuberance. But not you. You immediately accepted me as I am. You didn't run away from me, you didn't make fun of me. You shook my hand and smiled at me. The purest smile I have ever seen.”
“Eddie, you don’t need to say that.”
“Yes, I do.”, he replied, with more and more anxiety, more and more need to spill everything out. “I need it because it’s true. And even with all your fears and shyness, you got along well with my friends.” Eddie could barely breathe. “And when you first went to the Hideout to hear us play. No one had ever paid attention to the lyrics. The way you were really present, listening to the music, listening to part of me, feeling yourself, too, filled with what I wrote. The way you agreed to come to my trailer when you might not have wanted to leave the comfort of your home.”
“Your trailer is like a second home to me.”
“That's what I'm saying. An old trailer, always untidy, uncomfortable. And you, with that look in your eyes, say that it's like a second home for you. How can you say that?”
"Because it is true. Because I really like Wayne, I feel welcomed there.”
“And do you know why you are welcomed there? Because you weren't afraid or ashamed to go there. Do you know how many people feel comfortable enough to sleep in my bed, with me by their side, even though it's daytime? Nobody. Do you know how many people I would let sleep in my bed, next to me, even during the daytime? Nobody."
"Thank you for the words. No one had ever said anything like that to me.”
“Don’t thank me. That’s not why I’m telling you all this.”, he continued sneaking closer to you, still leaning against his van door.
"Why then?"
"Why? Because I fucking love you.”, and without waiting for your reaction or response he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. His hands, as big as they were, occupied almost your entire face, with one of them wandering around until it reached your neck to bring you even closer to him. You finally managed to react and, feeling Eddie's teeth passing through your lower lip, grabbed his neck and opened your mouth so that he could invade it without care. Just passion. Your hands began to run through Eddie's hair and from his mouth you could hear a small moan that only made the heat that was already running through your entire body increase even more. When Eddie had to move away from you to breathe, he placed his forehead against yours, speaking breathlessly.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. For months I’ve only thought about you, I’ve only wanted to touch you, I’ve only thought about kissing you.”
“Me too Eddie. But I knew you would never like someone like me. Look at me. Nobody wants someone like me.”
“Don’t you ever say that again. After everything I've told you, there's one last thing that needs to be said, clearly, without accepting a retort. You are beautiful. No, don't look away. Look at me. You are beautiful, in everything. And that scar is part of who you are but it's not who you are. And even if it were it would be all mine.”, he ended up saying, returning to your lips again, this time more gently, almost as if he wanted to taste you completely in one kiss.
And, slowly, his lips left yours, going down your chin, biting it lightly, until he reached your neck and shoulder, which he covered with small, light kisses, as if wanting to take control over your body, over your insecurities, over your fears that, from then on, would also be his. “I love you so much Y/N.”, he said between kisses. “Never doubt that.”
“I love you too.”, you said, suddenly feeling his tears on your skin every time he kissed you, because he, as well, never thought he would ever hear such words.
summary: Tony Stark hosts a gala for charity that includes a different way of making some money that doesn't please Loki, the newest addition to the avengers.
warnings: Fluff, and some more fluff.
word count: 2400+
I want to thank everyone who had to wait for the end of this supposed "one-shot" that took three parts. Hope you enjoyed it until and that you like the ending. Thank you for reading and interacting. :)
The Auction
The car arrived at the compound and, instead of entering the building, Loki took Y/N through the gardens that surround it, giving her his arm so she could hold onto it. She looked at him without really knowing what he wanted.
“Don’t tell me that, after making me wait to find out who auctioned me off, you’re also going to leave my arm waiting for yours.”, he said with a smile on his face.
"Of course not. Sorry.”, she quickly replied with embarrassment. Loki smiled ever so slightly. Such a gesture was not only a sign of chivalry, but also an attempt to discover which garden or location of one of the many gardens surrounding the specific compound that Y/N liked the most. She followed Loki, clinging to his arm, without knowing where he was taking her. But that didn't matter at that moment, because the only thing she could think about was the beating of her heart that she could hear in her brain, not allowing any more coherent thoughts to form. It seems like she loves all the gardens. The heartbeat was the same in all of them. How am I supposed to pick one now? Loki thought to himself. Unable to figure out Y/N's preference, he would have to go by his own taste.
“Sorry again, but where are we going to have dinner?”, Y/N asked.
"Don’t worry. It’s right up ahead.” And as soon as Loki answered, the two arrived at the place where dinner would take place. In front of them, having been prepared by Loki as the two headed there after he had finally decided on the location, was a table with two chairs, filled with small starters and a bottle of the best wine from Tony Stark's collection.
Above the table were several garlands of lights, stuck between the fruit trees that surrounded the table. On the left side of the table, right where the garden ended in a large wall of herbs, there was a small stone fountain, with an image of a warrior with a staff in his hand, in a warlike position, with a bench made of the same material in front.
“How come…” Y/N began. "What is that..."
“Do you like it?”, Loki asked, taking her arm from his and gently pushing her towards the center of the garden with his hand on the small of her back. She turned back and looked Loki in the eyes, for the first time, and she replied “This is beautiful. And right in my favorite garden.”
“Your favorite garden?”, Loki asked in surprise. “My favorite garden.”, he continued, starting to walk again, when Y/N turned her back to him and went to the table, surprised by all the little details. Loki came close to her and calmly directed her to her chair and pulled it back so that Y/N could sit down. He walked around the table and sat down in the other seat. And they began to eat and talk among themselves.
“I didn’t know you liked nature so much to have a favorite garden.”, Y/N began, going back a little in the conversation.
"Nobody knows. Or better said, nobody knows anything about me.”, he said with a sad smile on his lips that he soon erased.
“Now you know why I made that bid. Because, of all the people in the compound, you're the only one I know next to nothing about. Apart from your literary preferences. And, honestly, what you read doesn't fit with the person others say you are. Or god." His smile returned, albeit small, looking at his plate, his eyelashes lightly brushing his cheekbones.
“But yes, apart from the library, this is the place where I spend the most time in my free time, sometimes with a book or two taken from the library without authorization.”
"What?"
"Don’t worry. I never did it when you were working. I know you would never allow it.”
“Ahah. How funny. As if I didn’t know that you can hide whatever you want with your magic.”
"That’s true. You never noticed either.”, he let a small laugh. “But as I was saying, I spend a lot of time in this garden.”
“But the compound has so many gardens. Why this one?" Loki looked around to take in the beauty of the place. Y/N noticed. “You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Loki looked up at Y/N's face, putting down the cutlery and clasping his hands under his chin.
“Frigga, my... my mother, had a secret garden inside our castle, where only she could enter. She and anyone who had her authorization. It was there that she taught me all the magic I know.” Y/N could see in Loki's eyes that he was lost in his mother's memories. Suddenly he shook his head and picked up the cutlery again, taking a mouthful of food to his mouth so that no one could see the tears that were forming in his eyes.
"Sorry. I didn’t want you to be sad.”
"Don’t worry. Thinking about her never makes me sad. And, for the first time, I had someone who wanted to hear me talk about her.”
"Don’t say that. I'm sure you talk about her with Thor.”
“Yes, I won’t deny it. But he has a very different image of her than me. And he doesn’t think much about what’s in the past.”
“Why do you say that the image Thor has of your mother is not the same as yours?”
“You really want to know everything.”, Loki said laughing.
“I work at the library. I have to make the bidding money pay off.”
“Look, even in this you can see the difference between me and my brother. Thor must have already done the bidding money of the woman who took him worth 2 or 3 times.” Loki said, rolling his eyes, seeing you from the side, blushing a little.
“Sorry for my vulgarity. I'm not like him. Don’t worry."
“Oh.”, Y/N declared sadly without realizing it. Why did she sound disappointed? Loki thought to himself.
“I mean, of course not.”, she corrected, although too late. “And it wasn’t vulgarity at all. Here on Earth, much worse things are said. But going back, was it your mother who taught you magic? I thought it was something common to know in Asgard.”
“No, it’s not common. And Frigga was also taught. She was raised by witches who passed on to her all the knowledge she passed on to me.”
“And Thor also knows magic?”
"No. He only knows how to use his muscles. The truth is...”, Loki stopped for a few seconds. Why was he telling her all this? “The truth is that I am not from Asgard. My name is not Loki Odinson. Odin is not my real father, just as Frigga is not my real mother or Thor my real brother.”
“Aren’t you from Asgard? Where are you from then?”
“That conversation is for another day. But Odin and Frigga adopted me when I was a baby. And, as I grew up, it became more noticeable that my origins were different. I wasn't strong, I didn't want to always be in battles with other children. My mother realized this and taught me what she knew so that I could protect myself when necessary.”
“But you're also a great fighter. Your magic isn't the only thing you're capable of. You're as good as our best agents. And an incredible strategist.”
"Thank you very much. But there it is. That’s why this is my favorite garden.”
“Is it very similar to Frigga’s?”
“The most similar. But still a long way from its beauty.”
“I wish I could visit it one day.” And so, Loki smiled and, raising a delicate hand, transformed the garden where they were sitting into his mother's garden. The gate that locked it away from unwanted visitors, the pergolas that surrounded it, the flowers that filled the place and that didn't exist in Midgard.
Y/N didn't know how to react. She had never seen anything so beautiful.
“If you want, I can leave it this like this while we’re here.”, Loki said when he saw Y/N’s eyes light up.
"Seriously? Thank you.”, she replied. “I don't know why you're doing all this. I should have been the one taking you somewhere for dinner, I should have been the one trying to make sure you didn't regret taking part in the auction. I know you were forced.”
"Do not worry. Sometimes what we don't want to do ends up bringing us unexpected surprises. And if I had to be bid off by someone, I'm glad it was by you.”
“How can you say that? The only thing you know about me is my name. And that I work at the library because you see me there.”
"You're right. The questions will now be for you.”
"What? That’s not necessary. There's nothing interesting about me. Going to Tony's annual gala is the most interesting thing in my life. That and trying to get to know people through the books they read.”
“That can’t be true. Don't you go out? Don’t you date?”
“I don't know if you noticed but I'm the only librarian who works nights. Why? Because I'm the only one who doesn't have anyone. It's me, my books and my dreams.”, Y/N replied looking at the now empty table.
“And why not chase your dreams?”, Loki asked with sincere curiosity.
“I followed one of them today, for the first time.”
“And did you manage to realize it?” She looked around with a smile she had never smiled before, looking then at Loki. "Yes, I did." Loki felt a strange pulsation inside his chest, both because of what Y/N had just said and because of the beauty of her face at that moment.
“If you already know that you can reach them you have to go after the others.”, Loki began again.
"No no. I went after the simplest one. The others will never come to fruition.”
“Why?”, Loki continued to insist. She thought about all the times she looked in the mirror and hated what she saw.
“That conversation is for another day.”, she said, imitating Loki when he didn't want to talk about his Jotun origin.
After talking for a while longer, Loki stood up, causing Y/N to do the same, thinking that the meeting had come to an end, that he had finally gotten tired of her.
“Thank you very much for agreeing to have dinner with me. May you have a great night.”, she said, stretching out her hand for Loki to shake as a farewell.
“Are you tired of me already?”, Loki asked with a small smile.
"What?"
“Do you want to send me away already?”
"Of course not. You were the one who got up, and I thought you were tired of being here, so I thought you were sending me away.”
“You have to stop thinking so little of yourself. You have to value yourself more. I still have a long way to go before I get tired of your company.” Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing.
“So what did you stand up for? Shall we dance now?”
"To dance? Hmm, it wouldn’t a bad idea. But no. Now, I'm going to take you to my favorite place in the entire compound. And we have to go quickly, it's almost time. Grab my hand.”
"Almost time? From what?” And just like that, the two were in the library. “Seriously, is it time for me to work?” Loki laughed heartily, leaving Y/N not knowing how to react to such a beautiful sound.
“Even if it was your time to go to work, aren’t you off today?”
“Oh yeah. So what is the time for?
“Walk with me.”, he replied, grabbing her hand in his, walking through the book-filled corridors of the place, until he reached a three-seater sofa, purposely facing a huge window through which the place received a lot of natural light, especially in the afternoon.
“Sit down.”, Loki said to Y/N. On the other side of the window the sun was beginning to set. “I will never be able to compare the beauty of Asgard with anything here on Midgard, but the sunrise and sunset are beautiful on this planet.” Y/N sat on the couch as Loki said and agreed with him. At sunset she was always working so she never saw it, but when she finished work andwent to the building where she lived next to the Avengers compound she could see it rising, although she never thought much about what she was witnessing, tired from working all night and in a hurry to go to bed. But now, in this moment, she could appreciate all the beauty of the moment, in Loki's company, something that not even she could have dreamed of. Loki was always beautiful, but the light that bathed the profile of his face in such a warm orange made him even more attractive to look at. Loki felt Y/N looking at him instead of the sun in front of them and, not wanting to lose her face in that light, he turned his gaze to her, almost without moving his face so as not to scare her.
And so they continued, even after night took over the sky, talking with each, one getting closer to the other as time went by, almost without noticing, as if attracted by each other's warmth. Until, after some time in silence, Loki felt a weight on his shoulder. Y/N had given in to sleep without noticing, and her head slowly fell to the side. Fortunately it had fallen on the right side. Loki smiled and, very softly, let his lips meet Y/N's hair. He moved her away from him and, placing himself on the edge of the sofa, let her head rest in his lap, creating pajamas for her and a blanket to cover them both. And he stayed like that, looking at her and delicately running his fingers through her hair that he had released from the hairstyle she had done for the gala. And so he ended up falling asleep in that position after several moments of admiring her face, her half-open mouth breathing very softly, the way her hands clung to his leg during her sleep, after he, as well, started dreaming about what could come next.
summary: Tony Stark hosts a gala for charity that includes a different way of making some money that doesn't please Loki, the newest addition to the avengers.
warnings: A bit of saddness? I think that's it
word count: 1000+
Apparently this went from a one-shot to a short-story because it's getting harder and harder for me to right. I still try to sleep a bit between writing but it just made it worse. This part is really small but I really hope the next one will be the last.
The Auction
After all the avengers were auctioned off, the gala ended and everyone went to whomever made the highest bid for each of them to go have dinner together. Everyone left Stark Tower quickly, except Loki who didn't know who to turn to. After a few minutes of waiting for someone to approach him, he decided that whoever had bin on him must have regretted it, and so he got up from the chair where he was sitting and started walking towards the exit door, among the people who were still enjoying the remains of the party before leaving.
“Loki?”, a voice behind him said, in a very delicate tone. He turned back, finding a woman a little shorter than him, with her hands clasped together, at the level of her stomach. Loki knew that face but, suddenly, he couldn't remember where from.
"Yes? Can I help you with anything?” he asked, peering into your face, which looked down at the ground in shame.
“It looks like we have a dinner to go to.”
“Was it you who bid on me?”
“It seems so.”, she replied with a small smile, showing proof of the winning bid.
“Why did it take you so long to come and talk to me?” Again her gaze swept the ground beneath her feet.
“I didn’t know if I should come to you or not. I saw the people the others left out with. I was embarrassed to come to you. They were all so elegant, so beautiful,... And I don't even have a car to take you to the place where we're going to have dinner.”, she ended up saying. “But if you want, you can say no. I completely understand that you don't want to be seen with me, especially someone like you, a god. They give me my money back. Don’t worry about it.”
“Can you stop that? You don’t need to pretend.”
"To pretend?"
“Yes, I was already expecting my bid to be a sham, just so they could take me off the stage with a bit of my pride still intact. Isn’t that why you bid me?”
"I..."
“Was it Tony Stark who made you bid?”
"No..."
“Was it out of pity then?”
"No."
“Because I don't need your pity.”, Loki finished with a tone a little louder than the one with which he had started the conversation, the idea that a simple mortal could have done something out of pity for him.
“I already said no!”, she finally said with a tone that was also much louder than the delicate way in which he had said Loki's name at the beginning of the conversation.
"So why then?"
“Because I wanted to be able to be with you, talk to you, at least for a few hours.”, again her voice was barely audible. Loki didn't know how to react. No one had ever shown interest to be with him, talk to him, much less pay for it.
“Okay, let's go then. We’ve already wasted enough time.”, he said.
“I still have to call an Uber. I didn't know where you wanted to go.”, her face turned pink which caught Loki's gaze.
“You know there’s a car to take each of us out of here, right? Stark got us a fleet of cars.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. I just hope my driver didn’t get tired of waiting for me and left.”
“But wait.”
"Yes?"
“I don't know where you want to go for dinner but, like I said before, I'm not like the other people who were bidding.”
"What do you mean by that?"
“I can't afford a dinner somewhere too expensive.”, she replied, bringing her mouth closer to Loki's ear so that no one else could hear. He didn't know why, but he had enjoyed feeling the warm air of her mouth so close to him.
"Don’t worry. I also don't think I would be very well accepted in any restaurant in the city. Let’s go, everything is ready and waiting for us.”
“It is?”
They got into the car that, in fact, was still waiting for them and Loki spoke to the driver. “To the avengers compound.”
"Where?", Y/N asked.
“We will be able to have dinner in one of my favorite places where we can be at peace and talk freely.” She wanted to laugh but managed to hide it with a small smile. “What did I say?” he asked curiously.
"Anything. But I don’t think you can eat at your favorite place.”
“That’s why I said it would be in one of my favorite places, not the favorite one.” Loki thought. “But wait, how do you know we couldn’t eat at my favorite place in the compound? Are you some spy?”
"Me? A spy?”, and then she couldn't hide a laugh. “No, I’m just very very attentive to what goes on around me.”, she said with a smile. Loki said nothing more, looking at her sideways and suspiciously. But the conversation stopped for a while. Since the beginning of their conversation, Loki thought he knew her and now, with what she had said, his certainty was greater. Until his mouth opened and a name came out in a low tone. “Y/N.”
“What did you say?”, she asked, turning her face to him a little too quickly.
“I already know where I know you from. Ever since you came to talk to me, I knew I had seen you before, but I didn’t know where.”
"Seriously?"
“The librarian. How come I didn’t remember.”
"Don’t worry. I easily go unnoticed.”
"No. I’m the one who always goes to the library to read because my head is full of listening to the team talk throughout dinner and I don’t look to anyone.”
“But how do you know my name?”
“The same way I know now where I know you from. You can say and think whatever you want but you wouldn't go unnoticed anywhere. And you usually have the tag with your name on it while you’re working.”Y/N didn’t say anything but couldn’t hide a huge smile from appearing on her face. Loki saw it and got lost on her smiling features for a moment before she look at him again.
summary: Tony Stark hosts a gala for charity that includes a different way of making some money that doesn't please Loki, the newest addition to the avengers.
warnings: A bit of saddness? I think that's it
word count: 1540+
This is suppposed to be a one-shot but I got really tired out of nowhere so it will have two parts. Hope to be able to post the second one still this week. Sorry.
The Auction
The day had arrived for the annual gala that Tony Stark organized to try to raise as much as possible to help some institutions that had become dear to him over the years. Everyone was anxious. Everyone knew what the parties and galas organized by Stark were like and everyone liked being able to be part of them, whether as Avengers or as simple employees of the Avengers Compound who, from time to time, had a reason to dress up almost like kings and queens of modern times. And then, of course, all the guests from the richest families in New York. Everyone had to pay a ticket to enter the party, at a price that rivaled that of the Met Gala. In addition, each guest took an object to be auctioned and, at the end, at the most anticipated moment by the guests, the avengers themselves were auctioned or, at least, a dinner with them.
Loki had arrived at the Avengers compound, after a lot of effort on Thor's part, just over six months ago and, despite almost no one trusting him yet, he was always of great value on their missions. But the way those who were supposed to be his colleagues looked at him after he demonstrated, over and over again, that he had changed and that he was now trustworthy, meant that Loki only met with the rest of the team in important meetings or during said missions. He did not run away from them during dinner but ate without speaking to anyone and then got up to hide in his favorite place in the entire compound; the library, especially at night when no one went there. The only place that was never empty was the desk at the entrance where librarians worked on a rotating basis so that this position was always occupied.
“Come on brother. It will do you good to get out of here for a few hours.”, Thor said to Loki as he placed his muscular arm on his shoulder.
“I could spend the rest of my life in here. I don't know if you've noticed but the gardens around here are huge, I have a gym, a doctor, an above mediocre library. I don't have any need to leave.”, he replied, taking his brother's arm off of him.
“Come on. If not for you, for me. You know how proud I am of you, in your change, in the person you have become. I want everyone to see it too.”
“That’s the problem. If not even the people I live with trust me or my change, how do you think those who only know me by name and through the images they saw on television or live of what I did in this same city will react to my presence?”
“They will realize that you are not the same. Some of our missions are public, people know that you are part of them, that you help us.”
“Oh brother, sometimes you can be so naive.”
“Come on, for me. For all of us. To show that we are all united.”
“And I thought I was the liar.” Loki thought for a while, looking at Thor, increasingly desperate as he thought he wouldn't be able to change his brother's mind. "OK I’ll go. But only because I'm feeling sorry for you. A prince, an Asgardian, almost begging. Pathetic."
“It may be pathetic but it worked. Let's get ready. It’s a gala, so no armor or horns of any kind.”
"Don’t worry." And with a small body movement his clothes changed completely, a black tight-legged suit, with a shirt and tie of the same color to go with it appeared.
"I knew it. And you say you’re not a witch.”
“And I’m not.”
“Then you have to stop dressing like one. I’ve told you several times already.”
“That’s just env because you'll never be as elegant as me with all that muscle. Don’t they have to make your suits to measure?”
“Let’s go, everyone is already waiting for us.”, Thor said so as not to have to admit that he rarely found clothes that fit him on this planet.
The gala would take place at Stark Tower and when the limousine with all the avengers arrived at the door, the hundreds of people waiting in line to get in stopped their conversations to see them getting out of the car and passing by them, like celebrities walking past the red carpet. Everyone clapped, everyone offered their hands to be shaken until, suddenly, the laughter and sounds of happiness were replaced by sounds of admiration and fear. What is he doing here? Does he think anyone wants him here? Loki could hear the murmurs around him, especially because no one tried to be discreet. "Yes brother. I'm really loved and I haven't even entered the building yet.”, Loki said to Thor while looking at the guests from the side. "Don’tt worry. You'll see that as the afternoon goes on, things will get better. Especially when the auction starts.”, Thor ended up saying, almost running away from Loki. "Auction? What auction? Thor Odinson. Come back here immediately.”
The gala took place with perfect organization, a room dedicated to the objects gifted to be purchased by others with secret offers and, finally, lunch at which the now dreaded auction would take place. At the front table were all the members of the team, followed by several round tables with guests from the city's richest families and, at the end of the room, the tables with everyone who worked at the Avengers compound on a daily basis. Tony took the stage to thank everyone for coming and to start the auction.
“Good afternoon everyone.”, he said followed by a round of applause. “Firstly, I want to thank you for your presence and your help to all the institutions represented here today. We can be considered heroes because we have powers and we are better than everyone else,” he continued with his usual charm and sarcasm, getting a laugh from everyone, “but today you are all heroes too, for me and for all those whose lives will improve because of your help. And now, let's get to the moment everyone has been waiting for. The competition to see who takes Captain America home.” Again a wave of laughter arose. Only one face remained impassive. “I think I'll go home.”, Loki said to Thor as he stood up. “Don’t even think about it.”, he replied, returning him to his chair. “Do you really want to see me humiliated? Do you think anyone will pay anything for me?”, Loki continued with a slightly more irritated tone. “Hey, you deserve to be there like any of us. You are a hero, even if these people still don't accept you. And you won't get out of here alone.”, Thor reciprocated. "Oh no. If someone auctions me off, do I really have to leave with them? Oh, so it’s much better if no one gives a cent for me.”
And the auction finally started with Captain America, to make the most of it while people still had their wallets full. The person acting as auctioneer began by stating the starting price.
“And to begin with we have Steve Rogers with us.” A wave of feminine screams was heard, making Steve not know how to react, despite this happening every year. “The starting price is $15,000.”, Soon a racket rose up. “We have 15,000 there. Who gives 15,500?” Another racket that was ahead of all the others. “15,500 there at that table. Who gives more?" A young girl stood up from her chair, racket in hand, shouting “20,000. I’ll give you $20,000.” And so it continued for some time. Captain Rogers ended up being bid of for $45,000, Thor for $45,500, Natasha for $53,000, Wanda for $40,000, Hawkeye for $20,000, from a voice strangely similar to that of Laura Barton, to whom Clint winked to very surreptitiously... Until it was Loki's turn to take the stage. He tried everything he could to make sure that didn't happen, but when he noticed, he was already climbing the stairs to the podium. “And here we have Loki, Thor's brother and the latest addition to the Avengers. We will start, as with everyone else, with $15,000. Who offers 15,000?” The silence was deafening and Loki didn't take his eyes off Thor in a threatening way. But over time and without any bidding, even when the man next to him lowered his minimum value, the threatening look also began to overflow, albeit involuntarily, with a touch of pain. Even though Loki always said that he loved solitude and that other people's opinions didn't matter to him, being there, in that situation, was becoming painful. “I offer $5,000.” A voice was heard as a racket rose from the back of the room. “And we have 5,000 for Loki.” And so the auction continued. And although everyone made a point of standing up when they managed to bid for an Avenger to show themselves to society, the person who bid for Loki didn't do so, and no one had managed to understand who she was. They only knew it was a woman because of her voice.
summary: Frankie Morales meets a woman with whom he falls desperately in love but destiny had other plans for him. With the help of his old friends (William, Santiago), and a few new ones, he tries to accept that sometimes things just don't go our way. A lot of characters created by me and the female!reader won't appear for a little while.
warnings: Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+
word count: 2200+
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Chapter 9
Frankie rejoined Santiago and Isabel and together they went home.
Frank entered his apartment, threw the keys on one of the pieces of furniture there, took off his coat and threw it on the couch and loosened the knot on the tie he was wearing. Without looking at anything else, he went to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, face down, arms and legs apart. Fatigue took over and overcame him. He fell asleep without noticing and stayed like that for several hours. When he woke up, the day had already turned to night and the clouds had left the sky, giving way again to summer and allowing him to see the stars that spread out in the darkness of the hour. He got up and went to the window, where the light from the street lamps came in. He leaned on it and thought. He thought about everything that had happened and what was yet to happen.
Frankie had to make a decision. It wasn't easy, but it had to be done. Or that's what he believed. And so, the difficult became easy and the decision was made. He put on his coat again, took his keys and left the house towards the street. He wandered for hours until he returned home with everything he needed. Decisions and materials.
He went back to bed and tried to sleep, but it was no use. His eyes insisted on remaining open, always looking at the ceiling that seemed to be collapsing on him. Closing his eyes was like a trip through memories he didn't want to remember. Not at that moment. He didn't want to remind Sandra so he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of her with his decision.
The next day he got up early, took a shower, grabbed everything he needed and left the house. He got into his car and stayed there for a while. Where would he go? He did not know. Suddenly he remembered. He turned the key and started the car, leaving at full speed. He even thought about taking a taxi. He didn't want anyone to see him there and suspect something but he decided to go in his car. He didn't know what could go wrong and it was a good idea to always have transport nearby.
He took the same path he had taken three days before, the path that took him to the corner where Sandra had been killed and abandoned, the alley where he had found her dead. He had to find Ricardo but he didn't know where he lived. He had to go through there. It was Frankie's only hope. He was going to pass that way. Since the day before, at Sandra's funeral, the image of her remorseless face had haunted his thoughts. Something had to be done.
He stopped the car and waited. The seconds became minutes, the minutes became hours, and the sun had already set when the wait bore fruit.
At the end of the street a man was heading towards where Frankie was. He quickly got out of the car and went to meet him. As he got closer, the certainties increased. It was Ricardo. He stood in front of him, blocked his path and looked him in the eyes. It was him. He was there in front of him. Ricardo looked at him with contempt.
“Who are you? Do you want to get out of the way?”
“No.”, Frankie he said promptly, looking him in the eyes.
“Look at you. Do you know who you're talking to?”
“I do. With a son of a bitch whose about to die.”
Ricardo looked at him for a few seconds before starting to laugh.
“Me? About to die? Get out of my sight and get back in your mother's arms.!
“You killed her.”
“Who? You need to be more specific.”
“Don’t make a fool of yourself because that’s something you’re not. You killed Sandra and still managed to go to her funeral as if nothing had happened.”
“Sandra? Hmm. So you're Frankie. The one who is more of a man than I will ever be. Sandra must have been really blind. How could she compare the both of us? Get out of here.”, he demanded while hitting him on the forehead with the back of his hand.
“This won’t end like that. You will pay for what you did.”
“Pay? How? The police has no evidence against me. They have no idea about my relationship with Sandra. They don't even know I exist. I will continue as I have until now. Free and happy that I no longer have to see the face of that bitch who wanted to leave me, because of you.”
Frankie couldn't bear to hear that and the tears came out in an sign of anger and suffering.
“Are you going to cry now? Do you want a tissue?”
Frankie reached behind his back, put his hand inside his coat until he reached his pants and then took out a gun and pointed it at Ricardo's head. He raised his hands in surrender.
“Hey, hey. What are you doing? You're not going to do anything stupid, are you? You won't get anything out of this. You won't be able to bring her back. It’s not worth it. You're going to rot in prison because of some slut. Think well. She wasn't worth that much. Come to your senses.”, Ricardo suddenly started to beg.
Upon hearing these words Frankie looked at the gun and slowly lowered it. Ricardo sighed with relief.
“That’s right. That’s the best decision. You just do away and I forget this happened. I won't do anything to you. It's as if nothing had happened. Get out of my way. Go away.”
Frankie looked at him and, in a rush, raised the gun again and shot Ricardo in the chest, who instantly fell to the ground.
“Do you like it?”, Frankie questioned the man in the floor. “Do you think Sandra felt that way too? Or was it worse? Did it hurt her like it hurts you?”
Ricardo couldn't answer. Blood invaded his mouth. Soon Frankie put another bullet into his arm, slowly making him suffer.
Ricardo was still unable to speak, spitting in vain. Frank bent down, placing his ear against Ricardo's mouth.
“What? I can’t hear you. Is it hurting? Sorry. It was not my intention.”
He got up and shot both legs, one at a time.
“Does it still hurt? Or is that better?”
Ricardo was kicking around on the floor, in a pool of his own blood.
Another shot was heard. David pointed right between Ricardo's legs.
“You won’t miss it at all. You weren't a man even with that.”
And in a last act of revenge he pointed the gun towards his head, thus firing the shot of mercy.
Ricardo remained there, in the middle of the street, covered in blood and with a look of terrible suffering.
Frankie dropped the gun to his side and turned away. He got into his car and left.
Contrary to what one would expect, he did not take the route home. He walked along other roads until he stopped at the beginning of a long, wide street.
In the background you could see the police headquarters.
Frankie spent almost an hour in his car, looking at the police station. Hands on the steering wheel, head between them, he thought about what to do, what to escape from. He started the car and got out of there. He drove for a while until he reached the edge of the beach. He parked there and left, walking for hours, lost in his thoughts. Ricardo's groans of pain never left him, filling his ears and disturbing his ideas.
Every second, he relived those moments of revenge and hatred that completely blinded him and transformed him into someone he didn't know. That wasn't the man he saw when he looked in the mirror, it wasn't the man Sandra had fallen in love with, it wasn't the man he wanted to be.
He felt dirty and unable to get rid of that dirt. He felt empty and without anything that could fill him. He rubbed his hands without stopping, trying to get Ricardo's blood out of them, which he saw there, even though his hands were clean. He looked at his fingers and saw them holding the weapon that had taken a person's life, as if it were part of his body, a continuation of the hand that pressed the trigger.
PAM
A bullet pierces his memories of the last few hours. He closes his eyes in an act of desperation, in an attempt to stop those ideas from entering his head. The tears run down his face in an endless path. How could he do that? How? How could he do this to Sandra's memory? Whenever he remembered her, he would also remember the life he stole because of her.
PAM PAM
Frankie falls to his knees in the wet sand. The same sound persists, giving him no rest, making him despair. He again looks at his arms and hands. Ricardo's blood continues, in his eyes, to stain his skin red. He rubs his body until it leaves a wound.
He gets up and runs into the icy water of the sea that stretches out in front of him, which rebels just as much as he does. The waves form far away and die right in the sand, with strength and brutality.
Frankie enters the water more in strength than in agility, washing away all the dirt and rot that he felt taking over his body. He took his hands to the water and threw it against his body, which was shaking incessantly. When he came out of the water, he lay down on the sand, face up, looking at the black sky that covered the stars, still shaking and crying compulsively.
When he managed to recover himself, he left the beach, staggering like an alcoholic and got back into his car. As soon as he started the car he was about to cause an accident, but nothing serious happened. He headed to Santi’s and Isabel's house. The path was filled with the sound of horns and lights from other cars heading towards him. Frankie walked around, not knowing what to do.
He finally arrived at his destination, without really knowing how. He parked and entered the building. He headed to the elevator where he entered and presses the button to the floor of her friends' apartment. Hee arrived at the apartment and rang the doorbell without stopping, waking up Santiago and Isabel, who got startled.
They both got up and went to the door. Still in his boxers and bare-chested, Santiago went to see who it was through the door, and Isabel, wearing a summer robe, followed behind him. When they saw who it was, they immediately opened the door.
Frankie was all wet, his eyes were swollen and he was shaking from the cold. The two of them were very worried and urged him to enter. They took him to the living room where he sat on the sofa and Isabel went to get a towel with which she helped him clean himself.
“What happened?”, Santiago asked. “What have you been doing?”
“I don’t know.”, he answered truly. “I do not want to know. I don't want to remember.”
The panic he felt with the memories was mirrored in his eyes. Santi realized this and a sudden fear took hold of him. The fear that Frankie had done something terrible, something he already feared would happen.
“Frankie. Talk to me. What did you do?”
He couldn't answer. He just swayed his body back and forth.
“Tell me.”, Santiago shouted at him while grabbing his wrists, bringing him back to his senses
Frankie stood up, slowly looked at his friend and replied.
“I killed him.”, he said almost imperceptibly.
“What? You can't be serious. Repeat that.”
Frankie lowered his head and shook it negatively.
“Repeat that to me.”, Santiago screamed, leaving Isabel herself amazed and scared.
“I killed him.”, he responded crying. “I killed him. How was I able to do this? How? Tell me. Please.”, he asked while grabbing Santiago by the arms and looking into his eyes which mirrored pain and suffering that were at this moment in his own eyes.” How?”
Santiago didn't know what to say. He just hugged him and let him cry as long as the tears persisted.
They continued to talk and comfort Frankie, while comforting themselves as well, still not aware of the true proportion of the whole situation. It was already morning when Frankie got up to leave.
“And what are you going to do now?”, Santi questioned.
“What has to be done.”, Frankie said without looking at his friends.
And saying this he left, leaving them worried.
He got back into the car and took the opposite route to what he had done a few hours before. This time he didn't stop at the end of the street. He stopped right in front of the police headquarters and went inside, thus handing himself over.
summary: Frankie Morales meets a woman with whom he falls desperately in love but destiny had other plans for him. With the help of his old friends (William, Santiago), and a few new ones, he tries to accept that sometimes things just don't go our way. A lot of characters created by me and the female!reader won't appear for a little while.
warnings: Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+
word count: 2000+
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Chapter 8
Santiago and Isabel arrived at Frankie's apartment and rang the doorbell. Nobody answered. A few minutes later they gave up and were about to turn around and leave when they heard a really loud sound coming from inside the apartment. They turned around and, once again, rang the bell and knocked on the door.
Hearing Santiago' hands hitting the front door, Frankie woke up from the trance he had fallen into. He shook his head and looked around, finding several things broken and the room in disarray. Slowly, he walked towards the door which he opened letting Santi and Isabel inside.
“Hey, Frankie. Are you okay?”, Santiago asked first thing he saw him. And when he asked this he looked inside the apartment.
“What happened here? What did you do? Did you talk to Sandra?”
Upon hearing this name, Frankie stared into space and the tears he thought no longer existed began to flow again. Isabel ran to him hugging him. He didn't react. They made him sit on the couch. Isabel sat down next to him and Santiago, taking a chair, sat down opposite him. Frankie rested his head in his hands, with his elbows on his legs.
“Frankie, talk to us. What happened?”, Isabel asked, putting her hand on his thigh.
“Sandra didn’t want to listen to you?”, Santiago continued.
Frankie thought for a while and, after managing to put the words together, he replied.
“Yes, she listened to me.”, he said with a small smile on his face.
“And?”, Santi pushed.
“I explained my reaction to her and said that I loved her, regardless of what she did and that I would help her, at any cost. And she gave herself me, the man who swore to protect her.”, he said as an expression of anger invaded his face. “I swore to protect her, Santi. I swore I would help her and I was unable to do so. I failed. I failed.”, he was almost screaming.
And again he lowered his head, almost as if with the weight of the tears that flooded his eyes. Isabel hugged him, placing her face on top of his head.
“What happened”. Santiago questioned. “Tell us. We can help. Let us help.”
“You can’t do anything. Nobody can do anything. She died.”
Isabel and Santiago were left without reaction upon hearing these words.
“What?”, Isabel asked, not knowing how to react.
“She died.” he responded, almost shouting at Isabel. And I didn't do anything to protect her. I wasn't even with her. When I spoke to her, we promised to go talk to Ricardo, the pimp who kept her trapped in that world, to confront him. Both of us. Together. I don't know why she saw him alone, without me. But it was because of me. She spoke to him because of me. She died because of me. I am the only one to blame for her death.” And when he finished saying this, he got up, starting to kick whatever appeared in front of him again, punching the walls and screaming desperately. Santiago got up to try to stop him while Isabel sat, crying, shocked by such an image.
Santi grabbed him by the arms, trying to reason with him.
“Frank. Stop it. It wasn't your fault. Stop.”, he repeated struggling a bit more to control him.
“Of course it was.. You don’t understand. Get out of here. The both of you. Leave. Now.”
He put his hands on Santiago' torso and pushed him against the door, but he soon recovered and, in a desperate act, punched him, throwing Frankie to the floor.
“Stop it. It wasn't your fault and just because you don't accept it doesn't mean that it will change. If Sandra died it's because she loved you and wanted to protect you. You can't do this to her. You cannot destroy yourself in the face of such proof of love.”
Frank cringed and, sitting on the floor, leaned against the wall crying, as he listened to his friend's words.
“She died for your love.”, Santi continued. “You can't ruin it like that. You have to fight so that your love and Sandra's sacrifice were not in vain. You have to live and be happy. For you, for her, for what you lived together.”
“But I can’t build happiness on someone else’s sadness.”
“And who told you she was sad? Contrary to what you might think, she didn't die for you, she lived because of you. You were the one who taught her what love is, you were the one who showed her that she, too, could be loved. You gave her life and she gave hers for you.” He snuggled in and lifted Frankie's face, which was looking at the ground.
“You saved her. She died knowing what love is because of you. She died happy because of you. Don't let her down now. Live. Just live and be happy. For her.”, Santiago ended up saying.
Frankie hugged Santiago, crying uncontrollably.
“I don't know if I'll be able to.”, he started, still sobbing.
“Of course you don’t know. But you will. With each step you take, you will discover that you are capable of it and that you will.”
Frankie moved his body away from Santiago and, with a new expression, said something that had been stuck in his mind for a long time.
“Not until Ricardo pays for what he did. He has to pay.”
“And he will pay. Don’t worry. He will pay.”, Santi replied, afraid of what his friend had just said.
Isabel got up from the sofa and with Santi, hugged Frankie again, who was now calmer.
The day turned dark. The blackness of the clouds overcame any ray of sunlight that penetrated them, and the wind heightened the feeling of impotence towards the forces of nature. Nothing reminded Frank that this was just another summer day. It seemed as if all the suffering and pain had come together in that atmospheric display.
He woke up and, getting up, went to take a shower. The hot water ran through his body, reviving memories of moments spent in that shower, just two days before. He felt Sandra inside him again and a wave of relaxation ran through his body, soon ending in the image of Ricardo. He turned on the tap and left the cabin, wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the bedroom.
He opened the wardrobe and took out some hangers that he placed on the bed. He cleaned himself up and looked at the outfit he had chosen. He tighten his jaw up in an attempt to stop the tears from falling and got dressed. His all-black costume was reminiscent of death itself, on a walk through the world of mortals, on his way to say goodbye to yet another soul that was going to meet him.
Santiago and Isabel went to his apartment to accompany him during that day and that bitter farewell.
After the funeral mass, they went to the cemetery where Sandra would be buried.
From the cemetery, on top of a hill, he could see the entire city that stretched out at his feet, immersed in the darkness of the day, which was turning into night long before its normal schedule. It looked like the graveyard was so high up there so that the souls crying there would be closer to heaven, thus making their journey shorter and less painful.
Little by little people began to arrive, few, that’s true, but driven by the same feeling. The love for Sandra. They were people she met every day, in search of a normal life. Pedro and his wife were there, the owners of the supermarket where she shopped, everyone she came across and fell in love with her.
Frankie remained apart, always in the company of Santiago and Isabel who shared his sadness in an attempt to alleviate it. It was of no use, though. On the outside Frankie was serene and calm, but inside a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions was unleashed.
The large deposits filled the green of the place, making it gray and heavy. The floral arrangements on each grave hid the past of those who now lived there, making them visible to everyone, people dear to their loved ones, even when this was not the truth.
The funeral ceremony began when the priest and the coffin arrived close to the hole that would become her last home on earth, where whoever loved her would cry and where her body would disappear over time, leaving only her memory there.
At the first words of the priest who recalled Sandra's memory, a man arrived accompanied by two women, one on each side. They cried, in contrast to the man who expressed no sadness. Everyone there was wondering who it was. They had never seen him. But one person knew who he was as soon as his eyes met him.
Frankie immediately knew that it was Ricardo, the murderer who stole Sandra from him. The person who took away the happiness in his life. How did he have the courage to be there? How come he was still free?
When they noticed Frankie's change in posture, Isabel and Santiago also knew who he was. Isabel grabbed Frankie's arm and looked him in the eyes, trying to calm the anger that invaded him with such a baleful presence in that place where someone's life was being celebrated.
Frankie felt himself shrinking, he seemed to be swallowed up by the whole situation. The sacred images that protected the graves around him grew until they blocked any view of the sky, they walked around him in an infernal whirl. He could hear nothing except the rhythm of his heart accelerating, beating wildly.
Santiago came to his side and he too grabbed his arm, although, unlike Isabel, it was not to calm him down, but to stop him from doing something.
The silence that embraced Frank was broken with the sound of the coffin slowly descending, while the people around him cried in sadness at the loss of such a short life, of a woman so young and beautiful. When the coffin hit the bottom, a shower of flowers fell on it, leaving it full of color and ready to be covered by the earth and eaten by animals. One of the women who accompanied Ricardo threw a rose and a handkerchief, which had once belonged to her. And as she did this, she turned her back and walked away with everyone else. Santiago and Isabel also thought it best to stay away, giving Frankie time to say goodbye to Sandra.
Before the earth began to fall on the coffin, the handkerchief that was there was caught by the wind and carried on a journey to Frank's feet. He bent down to pick it up and brought it to his face, breathing in its scent.
When the gravediggers left, Frankie approached the mound of earth that covered Sandra's body and knelt before it. Once again he smelled the handkerchief and placed it there, under a bunch of red roses, which stood out from the predominant color of the cemetery. He looked at them as if at Sandra's face and smiled, speaking to her from the heart, through the words that were forming in his mouth.
“I just wanted to tell you two things. Thank you and sorry. Thank you for loving me and for letting me love you, with all my passion and with all the strength I didn't know I had. And sorry. I'm sorry I made you think you needed to protect me. You didn't need to. I should have protected you and I didn't. I’m so sorry. I love you so much. And your life will not be forgotten with your death. Never.” He got up and, turning his back to her, left that place of pain and despair, with a path mapped out and an objective defined.
summary: Frankie Morales meets a woman with whom he falls desperately in love but destiny had other plans for him. With the help of his old friends (William, Santiago), and a few new ones, he tries to accept that sometimes things just don't go our way. A lot of characters created by me and the female!reader won't appear for a little while.
warnings: Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+
word count: 1699
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Chapter 7
Isabel and Santiago were at their home, having just enjoyed a candlelit dinner, in an intimate and romantic atmosphere. Their love always remained alive, because it was renewed every day with small attentions and attempts to break the routine, with small gestures and actions. The entire room was dark, only lit by the candles spread across the table and throughout the room.
“So.”, Santiago started. “What did you think of the dinner?”
“Hmm. It was low on seasoning. You don't have a very good hand for this.”, she said as a challenge
“You never complained about my hands at all.”, he replied as he ran his hand down her leg, under the table.
“It’s just so I don’t let you down. But you could get a bit more training.”
“Do you think so?”, he asked as he continued his journey along Isabel's legs.
“Well, I think you're starting to get the hang of it.”, she said already having difficulty breathing.
“Do you think so?”, he continued with his mouth pressed against her ear.
“Mm hmm.”, she responded by shaking her head affirmatively.
“Good.”, he replied as he took his hand away and got up from the table, leaving Isabel amazed and panting. Because I made the dessert as well.
He walked away from the table towards the kitchen. From there, he continued to speak, in a louder tone to make himself heard.
“Your favorite.”
“Chocolate mousse?”, she asked him while catching her breath and trying to compose herself.
“No.”
“No? So what is it?”
Santiago replied as he entered the room again with two bowls in his hand.
“Chocolate mousse accompanied by a beautiful, dark, muscular man.”
And saying this, he placed a cup in front of Isabel and one on his place.
“Hmm. I see. It was exactly what I needed. Chocolate to make up for what said “beautiful dark, muscular man” didn't complete.”
“Didn’t complete yet. The night is long.” he said kissing her chocolate lips.
They continued to talk and tease each other as they enjoyed the mousse, sharing it among themselves, and sharing it in the long encounters of their lips.
On the radio that was on, the song changed and then Santiago smiled.
“I don’t know why, but I don’t like that smile of yours.”
“Come on. Just this time.”
Isabel shook her head negatively and with a hint of fear in her eyes.
“Then I’ll show you everything my hands can do. Nonstop.”, he teased her.
I”Lately you’ve been really wanting to dance.”
“It's a good excuse to feel your body on mine. Especially in public.”
Isabel thought for a while and turned to Santi with a curious face.
“You won’t stop at the next demonstration, right.”, she asked.
“Never again.”
Isabel didn't even need to respond. She was the first to get up from the table and, this time, she was the one who offered him her hand to get him up too.
They placed themselves in the center of the room, next to the table. The candles illuminated their bodies together in those sensual and joint movements.
Santiago held Isabel close to him, swaying her to his rhythm, and to the rhythm of the music. He grabbed her left hand and, in a small blow, made her move away from him and then, immediately, twirled her body towards his. She turned her back to him. Isabel placed her head on Santi's shoulder and he traveled her neck with his breathing, which was now increasing in intensity.
He turned her around again and took hold of her lips. His hands left her body and went to her clothes, which he began to take off. He started unbuttoning her little blouse, button by button. Isabel took off his coat, quickly going to the button on the jeans that he was wearing.
After untangling themselves from their clothes, they kissed each other slowly and deeply, moving towards the support furniture there.
Santiago pushed away what was there to the floor and, picking up Isabel, sat her there.
“Let’s see what my hands can really do.”, Santi said without waiting for a response from Isabel.
He gently placed his hand on Isabel's right leg, starting to move up until he reached her inner thigh. Isabel opened her legs a little wider and Santiago began to caress her. Isabel was about to let out her first sighs when he silenced them with a possessive kiss.
They stayed like that until Isabel was about to reach her first orgasm of the night. She was exhausted by the pleasure his fingers provoked on her and left her hear fall on his shoulder. He picked her up again and rolled her over, to the sound of the music, making Isabel lean back, while he ran his fingers over her breasts.
He leaned her against the wall and placed her on the floor. His hand began to caress her again. Isabel moaned softly, in a tension that had lasted too long. Once again, before Isabel reached orgasm, Santiago stopped the movement, this time picking her up and placing her back on the support furniture. He slowly opened her legs and entered her, putting an end to both of their suffering. The movements that started out slow and considered, quickly evolved into fast and instinctive thrusts. They reached their climax at the same time.
They hugged each other for a while, after which they went to the room they both shared, where they loved each other again, until they couldn't take it anymore.
The sun was already up when Isabel and Santiago woke up in each other's arms. Their bodies maintained a perfect symbiosis, giving and receiving what they had and what they needed.
“So beautiful.” Santi said while kissing her lips repeatedly. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby.”
“Really? Do you know what babies like?”
”Hmm. What?”
Santiago looked at her with a naughty face. He pulled back the sheets and smiled.
“What do babies like?”, she asked pretending to be worried.
“You still don’t know?”
Isabel shook her face in denial.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“No.”
Santiago looked at her for a few seconds before answering.
“To eat.”, he replied as he finished pulling the sheets back and getting up from the bed. “Just stay there. I'll be right back.”
“You are very funny. Very funny indeed.”, she said trying to cross her legs to feel some pressure on her already wet pussy.
“I know. That's why you love me.”
“And for other things too.”, she replied while patting his ass as he passed by her.
“It’s very shapely, isn’t it?”
“With all the exercise you do.”
“And with the one you help me with?”, he walked away laughing.
Isabel just smiled and Santiago went to the kitchen.
A few minutes later he entered their room again with a tray in his hand. He walked around the bed and lay down next to Isabel again. On top of one of trays was a napkin, which prevented her from seeing what was there.
But Santiago soon dispelled her curiosity. He picked up the napkin and took it out.
“What about a bit more chocolate?”
“I don’t know. You know that too much chocolate isn’t good for you. I’ll end up getting an overdose.”
“You’ll only be able to overdose on me.”
And so they kissed again.
“But what do you say? Yes?” he asked with a boyish face and pouting.
“Ohhhh. Poor little thing. Ok, don’t want you to beg too much.”
“I knew you couldn’t resist my charm.”
Santi picked up a spoon and dipped it into the bowl of mousse in front of him. He took it to Isabel's mouth, which he soon covered with his.
Isabel brought her index finger to the mousse and then to Santiago’s chest, where she spread it. She moved the tray to the side and, laying him down, sat on top of his waist. She took the mousse in her hand and continued to distribute it all over his body.
“Let’s see who tortures who today.”, Isabel started with a wicked smile on her lips.” And, under these words, she began to gently pass her tongue along the paths traced by the errant chocolate on that body in which she used to lose herself.
She started at his neck and slowly moved towards his navel. When she reached his waist, and saw Santi already sighing deeply, she stopped, raised her face and laughed.
“Do you like it?”
She didn't give him time to respond. She repeated the same route, over the remaining chocolate, and stopped again when she reached his waist.
“It’s good, isn’t it?”, she provoked him.
But Santiago didn't let her repeat it a third time. He grabbed her arms and lifted her off of him, placing her beneath his erupting body. He passionately penetrated her and, once again, they loved each other.
Finding themselves covered in chocolate, they went to take a shower and after they were ready, they decided to have lunch.
The passion and tension between them was visible to everyone. They loved each other and were proud of each other and the feeling that united them. A pure and unbreakable feeling.
When they finished having lunch, they went for a walk through the city streets.
“Do you know where Frakie is?”, Santi asked Isabel.
“He must be enjoying his time with his great passion.”
“I hope so.”
“Why do you say that?”
“At the beginning of the week he came to talk to me because of her. He discovered something that disturbed him a lot but the love ended up being stronger. At least on his part. I hope everything has been resolved.”
“If they love each other, everything can be resolved. Everything will work out.”
“I think so too. But I'll call him to see how everything is going.”
“Yeah, just to be sure.”
Santiago picked up his phone and called Frank, but on the other end of the line nothing could be heard other than the ringing tone. And the same thing happened all afternoon. Frankie showed no signs of life.
Concerned, they decided to go to his house to see what had happened.
summary: Frankie Morales meets a woman with whom he falls desperately in love but destiny had other plans for him. With the help of his old friends (William, Santiago), and a few new ones, he tries to accept that sometimes things just don't go our way. A lot of characters created by me and the female!reader won't appear for a little while.
warnings: Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+
word count: 2255
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Chapter 6
Her blood froze in her veins, all the heat was taken from her body. Ricardo was there, in her house. What could he want? He never went there.
She tried to compose herself and act indifferent to his presence.
“What are you doing here?”, she asked as she walked around the room, putting her hands on her head and taking off the towel that was there. “The office hours didn’t star yet.
“It seems like they ended late.”
“What do you mean?”
“Get dressed. Let's take a walk.”, Ricardo said turning his back to Sandra and putting his hands in his pockets.
Sandra looked at her watch worriedly. In two hours she would have to meet with Frankie. Ricardo followed Sandra's gaze, noticing her concern.
“Are you looking at the time? Do you have a date or something like that? Any special clients?”
“No. Of course not. I was just wondering if I still had to listen to you for too before going to work.”
“Don’t need to worry about that. Get dressed.”
“With you here?”
“I wouldn’t be the first man or the last to see you naked. Don't act like a prude with me.”, he sair with a smile.
Sandra didn't answer. She took off her robe and tried to get dressed as quickly as possible.
“I'm ready. Let's go?”
“So. Won’t you put on your makeup? You can't go out on the street like that. You never know what could happen. You always have to look your best.”
Sandra looked at him even more fearfully. Where was he trying to get with all that?
She went to the bathroom and started to mask herself for that moment. Ricardo went to her and leaned against the door, enjoying her every movement.
“o you know you’re beautiful? It's a shame your intelligence doesn't keep up with the rest.”, Ricardo started.
“What do you mean by that? What have I done?”
“You’ll know soon enough. Now finish that.”
Sandra got ready and, finally, they left the house. Ricardo took Sandra by the arm, pushing her forward. They reached the car and got in.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To a place that you know very well. Don’t worry. I'm not taking you to any slaughterhouse.”, he replied with an ironic smile.
A few minutes after leaving Sandra's house, they arrived at their destination. Sandra didn't understand Ricardo's intention. Did he just want to scare her? Well, he was successful on that. They were on the corner that Sandra knew so well.
“What are we doing here?”
“Wasn’t this where you agreed to meet him?”
Sandra felt her strength disappearing. It was with difficulty that she remained standing. She didn't want to fall at that man's feet.
“What are you talking about?”, Sandra asked, trying to hide the shaking in her voice.
“Sandra, Sandra, Sandra. Take a good look at me. Do you think you're fooling me? Do you think you could go a night without showing up here after going out with a supposed client without me knowing? You should know better by now.”
Very slowly, placing one foot in front of the other, very calmly and heavily, he approached Sandra and placed his arm on her shoulder, making her walk beside him.
“So, beautiful. Who is he?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’ll try one more time. What's his name?”
They arrived at the alley that was hidden in the corner, a dark alley empty of life. He pushed her against the wall, placing himself in front of her. He leaned against her with a hand on Sandra's left shoulder.
“Who is our little Romeo?”
“There is no Romeo.”
Soon her head was pushed against the wall behind her. She tried to hide the scream from the pain, the blood starting to fall on her exposed neck.
Ricardo remained very calm in the face of Sandra's expression of pain.
“You don't understand the rules of this little game.”, he told her. “I ask a question, you answer that question. If you don't give the correct answer.....” Once again he stuck Sandra's head against the wall. She cried profusely in pain, physical and emotional.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that hurt? Sorry. Let me think.” He placed his hand on his chin and showed an expression of concentration on some thought.
“Oh. I know. You answer and I no longer need to hurt you. Deal? What is he like? He must be a poor guy, an unfortunate guy to fall in love with someone like you. A bitch with nothing in her life except the body she sells every night. That's how he fell in love, wasn't it? Did he pay you for a fuck?”
Sandra was beginning to feel angry.
“You don’t believe that someone can love me for who I am?”
“For who you are? But this is what you are. Body and sex. Just that.”
“That’s what you think and what you always made me believe. You led me to believe that I was worth nothing other than what they paid for me. But Frankie loves me. Without anything else. He loves me.
“Frankie. Beautiful name.”
Sandra couldn't believe what she had just done. She had revealed the name of the one she tried so hard to protect.
“Don’t do anything to him. Please. He has nothing to do with this. If you want to make someone pay, just make me pay. Not him. Please.”
“Look at you, so in love. Protecting her knight in shinning armor. You are mine and he will never have you. You're mine and he can't continue to be an obstacle to me. When he shows up here I'll have a nice surprise waiting for him.”, he concluded as he walked away from Sandra turning his back to her.
Upon hearing these words, Sandra went after him, throwing herself at his neck and throwing him to the ground. That attack didn’t do anything to him, other than the excuse to vent all his accumulated anger on Sandra. He got up and started using Sandra as a punching bag. Each punch thrown at Sandra caused a spurt of blood that was expelled in all directions.
There were several blood marks on the walls and pools of red liquid that filled the floor. Sandra was powerless, either to ask for an end to such a horror scenario, nor even to breathe.
Ricardo breathed heavily, while he brought a hand to her mouth, wiping the sweat that ran down his face. He looked at her and smiled satisfied. He leaned over and grabbed Sandra by her arms, like a rag doll, with no control over her movements, lifted her and placed her against the wall so that she could lean on it. He looked at her and spoke very sweetly, still panting a bit.
“I’m sorry, my dear. That was just so you could learn your lesson. Just so you know who your man is. Who you are and to whom you owe obedience to.
Sandra, even though she was down, was not defeated and fought back.
“How can you call yourself a man? You're not even half the man Frankie is. And I will never be yours nor will you own me. I am Frankie's, from the first moment he loved me, through just one look.”
And saying this, she spat out the blood that filled her mouth.
In a fit of unmeasured anger, Ricardo attacked her one last time, with such violence that she immediately fell to the floor, while he didn't stop hitting her neck on the trash can that was there.
When Sandra's body rested completely on the cold floor, the heat of life had already left it and nothing more than a dead body was there. Sandra was lying on the floor, soaked in a pool of her own blood, with her body dressed in black, a sign of the violence to which she had been subjected to.
Ricardo still thought about waiting there for Frankie but he didn't want, in any way, to be linked to that death, so he decided to leave. He would meet him later.
The day was overcast, the heavy and gloomy clouds blocked any light, leaving the street in an unusual darkness at that time of day. It had started to rain.
A suffering and violent scream echoed on every corner, in every alley, in every empty space. A crude and deep sound, which made the hardest of beings, the most insensitive of creatures, shudder.
Frankie was on his knees, mourning over Sandra's dead body, on his beloved's deathbed.
After Sandra left her apartment, Frankie returned to the shower where he recalled the moments spent there a few minutes earlier. He tasted Sandra's lips again, felt her skin all over, heard her moans of pleasure and her labored breathing repeatedly. He got dressed and left the house, taking a walk around the city, to relax and think about what they were going to do at the end of that day. He didn't know if he was prepared to face a man like Ricardo but he had no other choice. The image of Sandra's simple and pure face filled his mind and soon all his doubts disappeared. He would face him, even with little certainty of victory. She deserved it. She deserved everything he could and couldn't do for her.
After the short walk he returned home where he rested for a while and quickly left the house to meet Sandra.
He parked the car a little before arriving at the agreed location, so that no one would notice anything strange. He got out of the car and went to the place on foot, at a quick pace. From afar, he could see the empty corner, without anyone, without Sandra. He started to get worried. He quickened his pace and, crossing the small alley, came close to the lamp. He looked around and didn't see her. There were no signs of her. He paced back and forth without ceasing. As he crossed the alley again, he looked inside. At that moment Frankie died with Sandra. His life was over.
Sandra's torso swayed in an endless movement, trapped in Frank's arms, who pressed her against his chest in a voraciously and secure way.
His face, wet from the rain, hid the path of the tears that fell without stopping. Only his moans and screams betrayed his situation. His crying was suffocating, its sound was distressing.
He took Sandra's face and placed it safely around his neck, hugging her in an attempt to bring her back to life with contact with the heat of his own body, with contact with the strength of his passion. His eyes closed in a final display of pain, at the sound of his unhappy and tormented scream.
Nobody passed on the street. How was it possible for no one to pass by that street? How was it possible that no one had seen her there, lying lifeless?
He placed her head slowly on the floor and looked at her sweetly. When he saw that her skirt was up, he slowly lowered it, trying to preserve some honor for her body.
He got up and walked, lost, along that alley, under the torrential rain that was now falling on him, like a reflection of the skies of his wounded and tormented, broken and shattered interior. In an instant an image flashed across his eyes. That of the animal that had done that to Sandra. Imagining him there, he started punching everything around him, the trash cans, the wall itself. His knuckles were bloody but he didn't feel the physical pain. Only anger and fury kept him standing, like a drug that runs through our veins, filling us with new energy.
After spending all his energy, he let himself fall, remaining sited on the floor, leaning against the wall, with his legs stretched out and his gaze fixed on the ground, while he let out his last tears.
After regaining some of his strength back, he got up and, taking Sandra's inert body in his arms, he headed to the nearest hospital. He didn't know what else to do. He just knew he couldn't leave her there.
Because of the storm that had set in, there was no one on the street. Frankie walked down one street, and another, with the woman he loved in his arms, her limbs swinging from side to side.
He arrived at the hospital and let himself down there. He laid her on the ground outside the building and said goodbye to her forever.
“Sandra. We loved each other for a short time, but with more intensity than my heart could handle.”, the tears started flowing again. “How could someone do something like that to another person? How? Even with all the wounds and all those bruises, he couldn't hide your beauty, which shines through these marks of hatred and madness. From this moment on, you will be, for me, like the wind. I won't see you but I will feel you and know that you are with me. Now and ever. And the memories of your body and your joy will remain with me forever. I love you. I love you so much.”, he said against her already pale lips.
He hid his face, which was crying profusely, and, laying her down slowly, he got up and, forever, turned his back on Sandra's body, whose soul would always be with him.
summary: Frankie Morales meets a woman with whom he falls desperately in love but destiny had other plans for him. With the help of his old friends (William, Santiago), and a few new ones, he tries to accept that sometimes things just don't go our way. A lot of characters created by me and the female!reader won't appear for a little while.
warnings: Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+
word count: 2400+
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Chapter 5
The next day he went to the company where he worked at and, at lunchtime, he went to the place where he had seen her for the first time. He got there and looked around. He didn't see her. Soon his spirit faded but was quickly restored. He couldn't give up at the first setback. He still had a lot of fight ahead of Him and he had to be strong and go after what he wanted and what he loved. He went to the counter and called Pedro.
“Hey, how are you?”, Pedro happily asked.
“One foot after the other.”, he said. “Was Sandra here today by any chance?”
“Sandra? I haven't seen her here in three days. She sometimes spends some time without coming here”.
“Really? OK, thanks.”
And so he turned his back and left, head down.
The next day he repeated his route. The achieved result was the same. This was his routine all week. Waking up, going to work, waiting for lunch time and going to the cafe to look for Sandra, going back to work and returning home in an attempt to sleep peacefully. An then, Saturday arrived. David, once again, got up and went to his usual cafe, in his usual fatigue, in his daily ritual. From the cafe he followed his route that took him to the park where they had been a week before, which made him visit all the places they had visited together, always in vain. At the end of the day he returned home and, lying down on the bed, he stared at the ceiling that seemed to descend on him. The entire room seemed to shrink, suffocating him in that tight, confined space, empty of Sandra, empty of her smell, empty of her body.
On impulse, he got up and, taking his car keys, he left the house. He was going to do something that really scared him. He got into his car and started to drive through all the dark streets and hidden corners. He had already been lost for hours and his strength was beginning to abandon him when he began to walk down the street that bisected the city and that led him to the corner illuminated by the sickly yellow light of the lamp where Sandra was leaning.
This image sent a cold shiver through Frankie's entire body. He quickly stopped the car and stayed there for a few minutes trying to compose himself and deciding whether he was going to talk to her or not. He brought the car to life again and, walking a little further, parked in front of that body that he knew so well and that was exposed there, waiting to be bought by anyone. Sandra approached while she waited for the vehicle's window to roll down as it always did. She had to wait a little while the driver decided what to do. When the window finally opened, only one sentence was heard from Sandra's mouth.
“What are you doing here?”, And upon this question She turned her back and ran down the street. Frankie got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. A few meters further on he caught up with her and stood in front of her, blocking her path. She turned her back again trying to get out of that ambush but it was of no use. Frankie grabbed her and saw her look him in the eyes.
“We need to talk.”, he said. “It's not over between us yet.”
“Don’t do that. Not here.”
“Come with me.”
He grabbed her by the left wrist and led her to his car where he made her get in. She closed the door and he entered too. He took her to his house. She stormed into his apartment and, when she reached the end of the room, she turned to Frankie very nervously.
“You couldn’t have done this. You didn't have that right. Have you ever wondered if anyone saw it? If anyone witnessed that scene, Ricardo will already know by now. You don't understand what that means, do you? You have no idea what that entails. The danger that comes from this.
David – I don’t know. Not at this moment. And that's why we have to talk. I need to know why you refuse my help, my offer.
Sandra walked around the room shaking her head at each new word Frankie said.
“ I need to know why you refuse my love.”
At that moment, Sandra stopped moving and, with difficulty, raised her eyes until they met Frank’s.
“Your what?”, she could barely speak.
“You know very well that I love you. You always knew it. I've always been honest with you and I've always told you. It's not just because life has been and continues to be cruel to you that my love would fade.
“But I lied to you. I hid my truth from you. I sell myself on the street to anyone who wants to pay. How can you love me?”
“ I already know all of this and, believe me, it was difficult to accept. But suddenly I realized something. I don't need to accept it. I just need to understand in. And I do. And I love you, so I accept everything about you, from the first moment I had you and loved you. These days without you were a torment. I looked for you everywhere, without finding you. You don't know how much it cost me, looking for the shine in your eyes and not finding it, needing the warmth of your smile and not feeling it. You are the one who gives me the joy of living and it is from you that I draw the strength to move forward. I can't abandon you, I can't separate myself from you.
Sandra cried when she heard the true words that Frankie said. But fear still reigned in her chest.
“But we can never be together. You don't understand. Ricardo will never let me go. He will never let me live my life with someone who loves me for who I am and not in exchange for a few bucks.”
“He has to. He doesn't own you. He can't force you to do anything. And if he tries something, just go to the police. What he does is a crime and he can't go around without paying for his actions.”
Upon hearing about the police, Sandra retracted all her muscles. If Ricardo even suspected something like that, his actions would be terrible. She didn't try to dissuade Frank from his idea because he knew she would never win. She accepted his idea.
“You’re right. Tomorrow I will talk to him and face him. This cannot continue like this.”
“I will stand up to you. I will not abandon you at this moment.”
“Of course.”, she said although, inside she knew that wouldn't happen. “I don't know how I could doubt the strength of your love.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that behind that woman I saw on that corner a while ago there is a woman who loves, who needs to be loved, who deserves to be loved and who is loved. Now and ever. I love you.”
“I love you too.”, she replied between tears and sobs.
Their profiles came together in a long, soft kiss.
Their bodies were palmed by each other's hands and soon their clothes were scattered on the floor.
Making their way to the bedroom, always without leaving their lover's lips, they reached the bed where they lay down.
Frank was on top of Sandra's delicate body, while kissing her and running his fingers over her breasts and belly, in a delicate and attentive way. Each kiss was prolonged and each movement was careful. He wanted Sandra to feel loved like she had never been loved before. Passionately and sweetly.
They rolled over each other, leaving Sandra on top of him. She sat on top of him and for a moment, she glimpsed at him, enjoying every inch of his body that vibrated with excitement and pleasure. Slowly lowering her head, she kissed his lips and then went on to discover his chest. Her thin lips ran over Frankie's skin, leaving him in a state of total alert. Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed Sandra by her arms and placing her beneath him, he gently opened her legs and penetrated her, in a moment she had long desired.
Sandra could feel him entering her in a slow movement but she knew it was controlled, so as not to possess her at the pace of his desire to satisfy his needs. The movements accelerated and, after they could no longer hold back, they reached their orgasm, one after the other, lying on the bed, hugged and happy.
It was already daytime when the two woke up with the sun rays coming through the window shining on their faces. With the sheets only covering half of their bodies,Frankie lay with Sandra's face resting on his chest. His fingers ran through her long black hair that contrasted with her clear and, at this moment, serene skin and her smile reflected all the happiness she was feeling. Frank looked at her, so calm, and, tilting his head, he placed a small kiss on her forehead.
“Good morning my angel.”, he said after waking her up.
“Good morning.”, she said while twitching in an act of laziness.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I haven’t slept like this in a very long time. Feeling the warmth of someone's arms. This only used to happen with my mother. The only person who truly loved me.
“Not anymore.”, he replied while kissing her.
“You don't know how good it makes me feel to look around and see you, always ready to help and support me, always with a word of comfort, always with your love to give me.”
“Then you will feel happy forever because by your side is where I will always be.”
He leaned over Sandra and took hold of her lips, letting himself fall on top of her. Sandra gently pushed him away.
“Stop.”, said between fleeting kisses. I have to go take a shower. I can't stay here all day.
“And why not?”, he asked as he kissed her. “We are so warm in each other's arms.”
“I know. How I know. But I have things to do. Shopping to do, things to pack. And I have to get ready to go talk to Ricardo.”
“We have to go talk to Ricardo.”, he replied while letting go of her lips, looking at her very seriously. “Together.”
“Yes. I know. It was just a way of talking. But now”, she began as she stood up on her back, taking the sheets with her, “I'm going to take a nice, long shower to relax my muscles. After tonight they are very tired and tense.”
“Why is that? I didn't notice anything strange during the night.”, he responded by going after her, carried by the sheets.
“Oh. Of course you didn't notice. You were sleeping. But as you fell asleep so quickly and I still had so much energy, I went for a little run, to stretch my legs and to use up the accumulated energy that you couldn't handle.
“Really?”, he asked, very offended. “And is there still any of that famous energy left to satisfy the hunger of a poor lover?”
“If you come and take a shower with me you will know.”
“I don’t know if I want to. What will I get in return?”
Sandra didn't answer. She just let go of the sheets that were held in her hands and let them fall to the floor, thus showing herself naked to Frankie's eyes. She turned her back and headed towards the bathroom.
“Hmm. I think that's enough.”, Frankie laughed, going after her. He went into the shower that Sandra had turned on and which was already running hot water. The heat of the water turned into steam when in contact with the cold air in the bathroom and formed a dense curtain on the glass of the cabin surrounding the shower. Their silhouettes moved in a unique and sensual dance, while the water ran over their bodies.
After loving each other again, Sandra got dressed and left Frankie's apartment to go to hers.
“I'll stop by your house tonight and we'll talk to Ricardo together, ok?”, Frank asked.
“There is just one small problem.”
“Which one?”
“You don’t know where I live. You've never been there.”
“Yeah, i forgot that.”.
“Don’t worry. I'll talk to him alone.”
“Don’t repeat that. I won't leave you at that man's mercy. I know. I will meet you at the place where you usually are. This way, no one will suspect anything.”
“Are you sure you want to do this? Think about it Frankie. Ricardo is not a man to joke around. This is serious. This is real.”
Frank approached Sandra.
“You are real. My love for you is real. The rest doesn't matter.”, he told her once more. And saying this he kissed her passionately.
They agreed on the time they would meet and said goodbye.
Sandra seemed to be walking on a street made of flakes from the clouds that hovered in the sky. She felt free and complete for the first time in many years.
She got home, put on more comfortable clothes and left the house to go shopping. After everything was done she went back to her apartment. She turned on the radio and started doing some tidying. Her voice sounded clear to the sound of the music coming from the radio speakers. Her body danced a dance of never-ending joy. She felt like a child again, living the youth that was stolen from her, being happy as she always deserved to be.
After having everything tidied up, she undressed herself and took a long bath, to prepare for the confrontation that was getting closer and closer.
She didn't hear the key in the lock. She didn't hear it spinning. She didn't hear the door open or close. She was not aware of anyone's presence in her room. Very slowly she got out of the bathtub and, putting on her bathrobe, she dried her hair and went to the bedroom. She stopped. She screamed in surprise and fear. Ricardo was in front of her, in her room, sitting on her bed, waiting for her.
summary: Frankie Morales meets a woman with whom he falls desperately in love but destiny had other plans for him. With the help of his old friends (William, Santiago), and a few new ones, he tries to accept that sometimes things just don't go our way. A lot of characters created by me and the female!reader won't appear for a little while.
warnings: Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+
word count: 2671
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Chapter 4
While the tears flowed more persistently, Sandra didn’t say anything. She let them flow like a river, snuggled in the bed of Frankie's lap. When the constancy of the tears lessened and she finally felt able to speak, she lifted her body and looked him in the eyes. In them she saw passion and fear. Fear for what he didn't know, fear for what she might be going through, fear of not being able, in some way, to help her. Frank brought his face closer to Sandra's and gently kissed her lips that couldn't express what she felt. Neither the passion nor the fear she felt about his reaction. After separating their mouths from each other, Frankie looked at Sandra once again and, once more, repeated the question he had already asked so many times.
“Tell me what’s wrong with you. Let me help you.”
“You can’t help me. And I can't let you into my world. I can't allow myself to do that.”
“Don’t you think that should be a decision made by me? I want to enter your world and everything around you. Please.” His gaze was pure and reflected, like a mirror, what was happening in his heart, the certainties that flooded him and the doubts that haunted him.
“Please.”, he repeated.
Sandra took a deep breath and got up from the bed where she was sitting. Slowly she went to the window and stayed there for a while, searching for the words she should use in this heavy confession.
Finally she began to speak, still without looking back, with the landscape that stretched out in front of her as working as a mental escape. The horizon where the sun slowly started setting.
“Life is not always what we dreamed of when we were little, you know?”, Sandra started without looking at him. “That world of light and happiness that everyone desires, within our blissful innocence.”
Frankie stared at her profile, so sweet and soft, and in that moment, as if she was traveling through other worlds, through her past and lost interior.
She continued.
“I was 17 years old when my mother died. She had a sudden myocardial attack and couldn't stand it. It was such a shock.” The tears began to flow intensely and the words began to come out with difficulty. “She was always so healthy and it was so sudden. Nobody was prepared for that situation. On the day of her funeral the church was full. Family, friends, simple acquaintances. Everyone wanted to show their sadness and grace us with their presence. An enormous pride filled my chest. My mother was loved by many, and those people wanted to show their love for her in that last moment of tribute.”
On the street that Sandra was looking at, a child was running. She followed her with her eyes until she met a lady who was waiting for her a few meters away and who hugged her as soon as she was close to her.
“It was a very complicated few months, especially for my father, for whom she was his whole world. He was never the same again and he spent his time looking for her in other women. When he found one who accepted him, he abandoned everything and everyone. She abandoned me to my fate, at just 17 years old, with no one. At that point I turned to my family. The same family that supported me so much or, apparently, pretended to support me after my mother's death, hid from me the hand I was looking for and the help that would come with it.
“Sandra.....”, Frankie tried to talk.
“I was alone, I had no way of supporting myself, I had nothing. That's when I met Ricardo. He was so sweet, so friendly, he just wanted to help. At least that's what he made me think. When I realized the truth, there was no way back. I was trapped in an endless network, on a path of no return. All those men tasting my body, doing what they wanted with me, satisfying themselves with me.”
Shock took over Frankie and his tears also began to flow from the fountain of his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He must have been jumping to conclusions.
“I tried to leave, forget everything I went through, but Ricardo never allowed me to and and never will. I am his, his property and he will never part with me.”
She turned away from the window and looked at Frankie who was still sitting on the bed, now with an expression of pain, expressing the sensation of the floor having been stolen from beneath his feet. That vision froze Sandra's heart. What she didn't want to happen was happening at that very moment. He was suffering because of her.
“This bruise is the result of my most recent attempt to abandon this life. You spent a really good night with your friends in a beautiful restaurant. I spent the night in a crappy room in a disgusting man, being raped after having said no to him, one of my clients. For the first time I couldn't be with another man. Not after being with you and being loved. Do you think I ever thought someone could love me? Do you think I had any intention of having someone like you with me? Of course not. And of course, Ricardo soon found out what had happened and couldn't leave the matter in someone else's hands. This was the payment for my effrontery. I even told him that I couldn't continue doing that, not now. But he wanted to know more, the reason for such a decision. I wasn't able to say it was because I fell in love with someone. I couldn't let Ricardo know about your existence. And so today, while I was waiting for you, I made a decision. That's what I wanted to tell you a moment ago. I wanted all this to end without having to expose myself in this way but I couldn't. I couldn't resist you once again and now I'm here, opening up to you and seeing the regret on your face for asking me to tell you the truth. But this is the truth. There’s nothing left. I'm a whore and nothing will make this reality change. Nothing and no one will be able to rescue me. Sorry Frankie.
Before he could regain his ability to react, Sandra took her coat and walked out the door, without saying goodbye. She knew that one last kiss would make everything much more difficult. She wouldn't be able to escape that feeling.
His eyes saw everything around him in a blurred and unclear way, through the tears that left them and coming from his mind that was at this moment confused and lost.
He wandered, wandering, in a world of his own, full of doubts and empty of certainties. His eyes didn't close in fear of what could form in the darkness of a closing eyelid. The entire scenario that surrounded him seemed to rotate in an endless whirlwind, it seemed to collapse with every word that Sandra had uttered and that he was remembering.
His breathing began to accelerate, his heart palpitated violently. How? How could she have hidden such a thing from him? Would he accept it if he knew the truth from the beginning? Would he accept it now? There were several questions that remained unanswered. He couldn't think, he couldn't form a train of thought, only loose ideas wandered through his mind. Images and memories, smells and senses, words and pain.
His body fell back and remained like that, fruitlessly trying to fall asleep in the hope that, when he woke up, he would see that everything had been a nightmare. Sandra would be beside him, smiling as she slept sweetly, still with the flushed face of a loved woman.
His sleep was filled with ghosts and fears. He woke up the next day and, still pained, went to work. He entered the office room and, unlike the other days, didn’t say anything to anyone. He was deaf to the world, he was blind to what was happening around him. He sat at his desk and mechanically turned on the computer and stared at it, as if he were hypnotized by some image.
Little by little, he began to hear what seemed to him like a voice coming from the deepest pit. The sound became clearer, bringing Frankie to reality. Will was next to him calling his name, in an attempt to capture his attention, attention that seemed lost or non-existent.
“Frankie.Frankie. Are you okay? Is there something wrong?”, Will started by asking.
He placed his hand on his shoulder, giving him a small shake, finally managing to wake Frank from that pernicious dream.
“Frank. Is everything okay with you?”
“Um? What? Will? What did you say?
“I asked if everything is ok with you. It doesn't seem like it.
“No. Don’t worry. Everything is fine.
“And you expect me to believe that? Look at me. I'm old enough to fool me that easily.”
“I don’t want to bother you with my problems. Seriously. I don't even want to talk about this right now. Please. Don't ask me anything now. Let me try to digest this first.”
“Of course. But you already know. If you need anything, I'm at that desk right in front of you, ok? You get to the roundabout, turn left and get there straight away.” he tried playing, gesturing with his arms.
“Thank you. I won't forget.”, Frankie finish with a small smile on his lips
William walked away and Frankie leaned back in his chair, putting his hands over his face and taking a deep breath. He really needed to digest the whole situation to be able to decide what to do next.
He tried to throw himself into work but without success. His gaze was constantly diverted to the wall clock in front of him. Its hands moved as if in slow motion, delaying the normal speed. Each tick of the seconds seemed to take an eternity, its movement seemed heavy to Frankie's tired eyes, the world around him seemed static.
Finally, lunch time arrived and, with it, another memory. Every day at that time, Frank met with Sandra to love each other over and over again, to talk and to share their emotions and thoughts.
No longer able to keep all that suffering inside his chest, he picked up his cell phone and called Santiago.
“Yes?”, Santiago answered.
“Hello my friend. How are you?”, Frank asked.
“Hello Frankie. Everything is fine. And you?”
“It could be better. That's why I called you. Do you have plans for tonight?
“Tonight? No, I’m free.”
“So, can we meet right after work? I really need to talk to someone.”
“Of course. But what's wrong with you?”
“I prefer to talk about this face to face. I don't feel like talking about this topic on the phone.”
“Okay then. As soon as I get off work I'll come to you straight away. Could it be in your apartment?”
“No. It's better in the bar at the end of the street. Do you know which one it is?”
“Of course. I'll be there.”
“Thank you, my friend.”
“You’re welcome. See you later.”
“See you later.”
And he turned his cell phone off . On the other side, Santiago was worried about his friend and couldn't wait to meet him.
Like in the morning, the hours passed too slowly, second by second, in a long and sluggish race.
The work day came to an end and, immediately, Frankie packed his things and got up towards the door. The only thing he managed to do was respond very suddenly to Will's “See you tomorrow.”
He arrived at the bar. Santiago hadn't arrived yet. He sat at the counter, placed his briefcase on the chair to his right, loosened the knot of his tie and, leaning on his elbows, called the waiter.
“Bring me something with alcohol.”
“Could it be a beer?”, the employee asked.
“Anything.”
His feet stamped fervently on the floor, his hands, with fingers intertwined together, went to his forehead and hit the counter again. When the waiter arrived with the beer, David took the bottle and, in one go, filled the glass in front of him. A long drink followed. He was interrupted by the feeling of a hand on his left shoulder.
“Already drinking at this time?”, Santiago asked.
“It’s just a stress reliever.”
Santi walked around the bench where he sat. Soon the employee came asking what he wanted to drink.
“I can keep my friend company here.”
The employee nodded and walked away.
“So, Frankie. What's happening?”
Frankie continued to tap his feet, nervously. He responded to Santiago without looking at him, always looking at the glass of beer he had in his hands.
“She is a prostitute.”, Frankie coldly said.
“What? Who are you talking about?”
“Sandra. The woman I fell in love with is a prostitute.”
“Are you serious?”, he asked while receiving his beer from the waiter.
“Yes. And I still can't believe it.”, he said as a tear began to form.
“How did you know that? When?”
“Yesterday. When she started talking, telling her story, I couldn't imagine what her conclusion would be, how could I have imagined? I forced her to talk. Of course. What could I do? She had a black face, disguised by makeup. I had to know what had happened. I deserved to know. And she told me. She has been a prostitute since she was 17. She's been a prostitute for 8 years, and hadn’t told me anything.
“But that’s normal. She was afraid you'd walk away.”
“I know. Her mother died and her father abandoned her. She was left alone with no one to help. The inevitable happened. Some guy tricked her and took advantage of her. He forced her into prostitution and never let her leave. Apparently the black bruise she had was a gift from her pimp for trying to abandon that life because of me, Santi. She got beaten because of me. She was attacked because of me, and she hid my existence so he wouldn't come after me.
Santiago put his arm around Frankei’s shoulders and tried, in some way, to comfort him.
“This is just proof that she really loves you.”, Santi tried to reason. “She wanted to protect you above her own physical integrity.
“I know, I know. And that makes everything even more difficult. She tried to protect me but she also lied to me. I could have help her, I could make her leave that life.
“Maybe you can’t, Frankie. She must be sure that you can't help her and that's why she didn't want to tell you anything, she didn't want to make you make any thoughtless or irrational decision.
“But what about now, what do I do?”
“What do you do? Do you love her?
“if I love her? The second I saw her my whole world turned upside down. A new will to live was born in me. With each touch, each kiss, each caress, each new moment of pleasure, each trace of perfume that clings to me, my love for her increases and I become more attached. If I love her? From the first smile I saw on her face.”
“Then I think you know what you have to do. You have to go talk to her. You need to understand her concerns better and find out if there really is any way you can help her.”
“You’re right. Thanks. Thank you very much. I knew what I had to do but I didn't know if I was capable. Thank you so much.”
Santiago squeezed him by the shoulders again and they stayed there a little longer, finishing their drinks, and gaining courage for the next step.
summary: Frankie Morales meets a woman with whom he falls desperately in love but destiny had other plans for him. With the help of his old friends (William, Santiago), and a few new ones, he tries to accept that sometimes things just don't go our way. A lot of characters created by me and the female!reader won't appear for a little while.
warnings: Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+
word count: 2100+
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Chapter 3
That same night, Sandra was experiencing a very different situation. While Frankie was getting ready to meet his friends at the restaurant, she was preparing herself, physically and psychologically, for another night of work.
She took a long shower and remembered all the moments she spent with Frankie that day. His perfume, his touch, his body. How is it that after having loved and been loved for the first time, she could give up control of her body again? The idea of being possessed by any other man disgusted her more than any other night. Her body was Frankie's and it couldn't be anyone else's. But what could she do to change her future? It was impossible to go against Ricardo's decisions and wishes.
After removing all the foam from her body, she got out of the bathtub and, wearing her white robe, went to the washbasin where she leaned over and where she cried, with the feeling of helplessness and the suffering accumulated over many years. She got dressed and, going back to the bathroom mirror, combed her long black hair and applied makeup to her white, candid skin. The eye-liner slowly outlined her brown eyes and the crimson red lipstick filled her thin, perfect lips. This was her daily routine, like a clown who, even though dead inside, puts a mask of happiness on his face and gives new joy to those who look for him. The makeup. A mark of happiness tattooed on a sad and abandoned face of warmth and dignity.
She put on a coat and, looking in the mirror one last time, turned around and left the house.
She walked slowly towards her corner and stayed there, leaning against the lamp post where she rested. But for just a few minutes. Soon a car stopped and a window opened.
“So, cutie.”, a man said. “How much do you take?”
After her answer and the man's satisfaction with it, Sandra got into his car and they headed to the decrepit residence she was already used to. They entered the room and soon he unbuttoned his pants and, grabbing Sandra, threw her onto the bed. He grabbed her pantyhose and ripped them off without contemplation or care. He opened her shirt and searched for her breasts with his lips while he lifted her skirt and took off the small thong she was wearing. Sandra's inert body did not react to any stimulation until the moment the client began to enter her violently.
“No. I can't do this.”, she said as she pushed him back.
“What are you saying?”
“I can't keep doing this.”
“I don’t care if you can’t do it or if you don’t want to do it. You’ll do it because I pay you to. Right now your body is mine. You have no choice.” And saying this, he grabbed her again and spread her legs aggressively. He penetrated her and with quick, hard movements he reached orgasm amidst Sandra's screams and attempts to free herself from his body. After his wish was satisfied, the client slapped her and left without giving her anything, leaving her abandoned and sobbing bitterly.
After minimally composing herself, she left the residence and returned to the street. When she arrived at the usual corner someone was waiting for her. It was Ricardo, who had received a call from Sandra's client. When she got to the edge of it she didn't even open her mouth. Soon a closed fist went to her face leaving her prostrate on the floor. Ricardo picked her up and threw her into the body of his car, taking her to his house.
“What happened today?”, Ricardo started. “Do you want to ruin my business?”
“Sorry. That was not what I wanted.”
“Not what you wanted? You don't want anything, do you understand? Not when you're working. Customers pay for you, you give them what THEY want. It cannot be any other way.”, he responded by shouting at her face.
He moved away from Sandra who was leaning against the wall and with his hands on his head, he walked around the room while muttering barely perceptible words.
“I don’t know what to do with you. What were you thinking to deny someone a fuck? Do you have self respect now, is that it?”
“I’m sorry.”, Sandra said through the tears running down her face. “But I can't keep doing this.”
“What was that? I don't think I heard you right.”
“I can't continue on the streets selling myself like this.”
“Are you serious? And why is that? Uhhh? Answer me.”, he yelled in her face.
“Don’t ask me that. Just forget what I said. I promise this will never happen again.
“I really hope not.”, he said by grabbing Sandra's neck. “For your own good.”
Ricardo let go of her and sent her away.
She left devastated by what had happened to her and didn’t return to the street that night. She went home and sought comfort between her sheets and Frankie's thoughts and memories.
Sandra woke up the next morning with a feeling of terrible helplessness. She got up and went to her bedroom window which overlooked a small garden. There, people were smiling, children were playing, and everything was well, as it always should. Faced with this scenario, a small tear ran down her snowy face, dying in the crook of her gazelle's neck. As she brought her hand to her face to wipe the path of her tears, she felt pain and remembered Ricardo's fist, his anger, his strength and what could have happened to her. She turned away from the window, took off her little nightgown and, after reaching the bathroom, got into the bathtub that she had filled. After managing to relax a little she removed the foam that covered her body and got out of the water to prepare for her meeting with Frankie. She walked past the mirror without looking at it and, after drying the drops that were on her skin, she got dressed. She finally went back to the bathroom to do her hair. When she looked in the mirror she saw the image of a woman she didn't know and who she never wanted to have met. Her face was covered in black. Ricardo had left his mark, not only on a psychological level but also, and more visibly, on a physical level. Slowly, Sandra brought a hand to her face and, with her fingertips, caressed her skin, which was dressed in black. With each simple touch, a pain, deeper than that of her body, invaded her. She quickly remembered that in a few hours she would meet Frank. She couldn't let him see her like that, she couldn't let him even suspect anything. She had to try to hide the marks from the night before. She took the makeup that she used every day to deceive clients and herself, this time to deceive the man she loved, hiding the truth of her life from him and protecting him from her reality.
After hiding her black eye as best as possible, she took her coat and left, hoping that the mark would go unnoticed.
Slowly, she walked the distance between her apartment and the park where she had agreed to meet Frankie. When she arrived he wasn't there yet. She had gotten there early. She sat on a bench and, looking around, thought about everything that was happening to her. How would she get out of this situation? She couldn't bring Frankie into her life, into her world of pain and violence. She loved him too much for that. The moment she made her decision the tears came loose again and her heart became heavier than what she was used to. She felt the pain, a pain like pins piercing her raw flesh, but there was nothing more she could do.
When she wiped her tears, she looked at her hands, which had the makeup residue stuck on them. She went to her purse where she took out some dust and a mirror. She opened it and covered the bruise again. Through the mirror she saw someone arriving. Frankie was approaching her. She quickly packed everything in her purse and pretended she hadn’t seen him.
Without making a sound, Frank came close to her and, very affectionately, leaned over Sandra's neck, which he kissed sweetly. A shiver ran through her body, causing her decision to weaken for a moment. But she soon recovered.
Frankie walked around the bench and sat down next to her. He brought his hands to her face and pressed his lips to hers, passionately invading her mouth. Sandra returned the kiss with redoubled intensity, already thinking that this would be the last kiss shared between the two of them.
“Mmmmmm.” Frankie sighted. “I already missed these sugar and honey lips of yours.”
“I missed yours too.”, she said with a smile on her lips.
“I knew that coming here to work was my best option and I am increasingly sure of that.”
“Yes.”, she replied with a sad smile. “But, tell me, how was last night with your friends?”
“Very good. I already missed being with Santiago and Isabel like this, calmly, to have dinner and talk for a while. Those two are great friends of mine. And it's great to see the complicity and passion that unites them. Seeing them dancing yesterday reminded me of you. How I wish we were the ones sharing our bodies to the sound of music.
Sandra smiled in an attempt to prevent, once again, the tears from having more force than her will. She approached Frankie and kissed him again so he wouldn't see her red eyes.
“Maybe one day that will be us.”, she said with the certainty that that would never happen.
They got up and walked through the park, side by side, like a couple in love, although, in Sandra's mind, there was always the fear of being seen by someone who knew her from the night and who would address her in a less appropriate way. Even worse than that, that, somehow the news would get to Ricardo. It was this idea that scared Sandra the most. That Ricardo would became aware of Frankie's existence.
After some time getting to know the entire park and its wonders, they headed to Frank's apartment. When they got there, they took off their coats and then he went to Sandra, kissing her passionately. Sandra interrupted him.
“Frank, I need to talk to you.”
“Does it have to be now?, he asked as he ran his silky lips over Sandra's neck and face.
“Stop it. Yes, it has to be now. I really need to talk to you. This can't......”
Sandra stopped talking when she felt Frankie's hands caressing her breasts even over her blouse, losing her train of thought.
He kissed her mouth again and, taking his hands to her face, he looked into her eyes, saying sweetly but passionately that he loved her and wanted her more than ever.
As he ran his fingers over her face, he removed some of the makeup that covered her skin, revealing the blackness that invaded it.
Frank looked at his hand and then at her eye and a heavy sight took over his expression, which was, until then, one of pleasure and happiness.
“What is this?”, he asked, lightly brushing the stain with his fingers.
“That’s nothing.” she replied, turning her face away from him. “Nothing much. Don’t worry.”
“Don’t worry? Do you try to hide it from me and then tell me not to worry? What happened?”
“It was nothing. “Just forget it”., she asked in a pleading way.
Frankie walked towards her, grabbed her wrists and turned her towards him. He looked at her deeply and once again repeated his previous question.
“Sandra. Tell me what happened. Please.”
The tears that had previously been repressed gave way to their strength and overcame her will. They abandoned her eyes and walked their usual path.
“Frankie. There's a lot you don't know about me.”
“So tell me. I want to know you completely.”
“You don't. Believe me. And more than that, I can't let you know. I can't do something like that to you."
“Sandra.”, he said, entering her soul through the window of her eyes. “I love you, you are everything that is good in me, you are the joy where there was only sadness, you are a presence where there was only emptiness, you are company where there was only loneliness. Please. Let me enter your world and, if necessary, let me rescue you from it. I deserve this chance. Don't deny me this.”
Sandra couldn't say anything. She hugged him and then let her tears flow freely, finally feeling safe for a brief moment.
summary: Frankie Morales meets a woman with whom he falls desperately in love but destiny had other plans for him. With the help of his old friends (William, Santiago), and a few new ones, he tries to accept that sometimes things just don't go our way. A lot of characters created by me and the female!reader won't appear for a little while.
warnings: Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+
word count: 2000+
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After sitting down in front of Sandra, the man looked at her intently for a few seconds. She was starting to feel uncomfortable.
Chapter 2
“I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I don't know why, but I had the feeling that I had made you upset. I just really wanted to help. I’m sorry.”, the man started by saying.
“It’s okay. I just found it strange such an act of chivalry these days. But thanks.”
“It was a pleasure. By the way, my name is Francisco but everyone calls me Frankie.”, he said while offering her his hand.
“Pleasure. I’m Sandra.”
“Sandra? Beautiful name. Greek origin.”
“Really?”
“Yes. A cousin of mine is called Sandra. She is very given to these curiosities. It means “woman who helps humanity”. I'm sure you’re a great woman."
“I'm not so sure about that anymore.”, she responded with a sad look on her face.
“Don’t say that. If you haven't had that opportunity yet, you will. And if you don't help humanity, you will help someone with your life and that will be enough for you to be considered a very special person to that someone. You will still trace the destiny of many lives. Believe it.”
“And how will I do that? I have nothing to offer.”
“Again, don’t say that. All you need to do is smile and you can brighten up someone else's day. That's what happened to me yesterday as soon as I walked through that door and saw you smiling."
Sandra didn't know what to say. She just smiled shyly.
“But I've never seen you around here before.”, she said trying to change the subject.
“It’s normal. I work at a mediation company and was transferred to the branch here in the city just a few weeks ago."
“Really? And are you getting used to the life in the big city?"
“Yes. A friend of mine has been working here for a few years and I've also known his girlfriend since they've been together, for the last three years. And I immediately started getting along really well with a guy who works in the same company as me, so I already feel integrated. And you? What do you do?”
“Me?”, she asked very flustered. “At the moment I'm unemployed.”
“But you will certainly be able to find a job very soon.”
“Yes. Let’s hope so.”
And after a few moments of talking, they had to say goodbye.
Frankie returned to the company where he worked. There, he immediately found his colleague.
“Hi Will. How are you?”
“Always great. And you?”
“ Wonderfully well.”
“Woman?”
“What?”
“That smile can only mean one thing. There is a woman.”
“No, there is no woman. There is a lady.”
"A lady, hum? When did you meet her?
“Yesterday, in the cafe at the end of the street. I'll tell you one thing. That woman is beautiful. She’s tall, thin, long black hair, a snow-white skin complexion. Perfection.”
“Well, I have to see that for myself.”, Will laughed.
“Hide the claws Wolverine. That woman is mine. From the moment I saw her.”
“Ok, not saying anything else. But you should, you know, ask her first what she thinks about that.”, he said with a big laugh. “But the best thing now is to get back to work. Otherwise you'll be sent back to your little town.”
“No way. Not now.”, Frankie replied with a dreamy look on his smiling face.
Frankie stuck to his work and at the end of the day he stopped by the cafe hoping to see Sandra once again. But she wasn’t there.
Sandra was at home getting ready for another night, but this time with a wide smile on her face that occasionally disappeared with a shake of her head in an attempt to chase away more fanciful thoughts of a life filled with passion and stability.
The next day the same thing happened. The two met in the same cafe, at the same time. After getting to know each other better and, no longer resisting the call of the bodies, they went to Frankie's house.
When they arrived at Frankie's apartment, Sandra entered and looked around in amazement. This was a bachelor pad, where he lived alone, but everything was in impeccable taste. While Sandra admired the house, Frankie took off his coat that he placed in the cloakroom and, placing his hands on her waist, leading her to the living room.
When he got there, he stood in front of her and, very slowly, began to bring his lips closer to hers.
“I think it’s better not to do this.”, she said, moving away from him. “You do not know me.”
“But I want to get to know you more and more.”, he replied. “Starting with the taste of your lips.” And placing his eager mouth on Sandra's, they kissed passionately, as if they had been doing it all their lives.
Still lost in each other's lips, they walked around the room until they tripped and fell onto the large sofa at the end of the room. Sandra fell on top of Frankie and, being in this position, she tried to move away from him and get up but he gently grabbed her arms, looking at her deeply.
“I know you want it as much as I do. Don't give up on this moment.”, he pleaded.
And finishing the sentence, he took over Sandra's mouth again as she was preparing to respond.
Sandra's goose bumps were a mirror of the desire she held for Frank. With each new touch, new life was renewed in her being.
He turned around and, laying Sandra on the sofa, unbuttoned and took off her pants, tracing her now bare legs with his hands, which were shaking with excitement. Then he took off his pants and shirt and lay down on Sandra's body again. Slowly, he placed his hand on her belly and, reaching under her shirt, firmly grabbed one of her breasts. Sandra quickly took off the thin piece of clothing she had on and began to travel across Frankie's chest, a journey of which she didn't know the end.
Starting with Sandra's mouth, Frankie traced his lips along her body. When he reached her waist, he grabbed the small thong that he slowly took off, followed by his own boxers. As he kissed her ardently, he began to slowly open her legs and after several advances and retreats, he penetrated her firmly but sweetly. A long sigh left Sandra's mouth and a tear rolled down her face.
She had shared a bed with many men but had never been loved before. Love. This was what Frank was giving her at that moment, through his body that asked for hers.
His pace increased until they reached a joint and much desired climax, from the first minute they crossed paths. Frankie dropped his face onto Sandra's chest and they stayed there for a while.
After loving each other again, they took a long bath together and left his house, each one going their way and agreeing to meet up the next day.
Frankie returned to work with a huge smile on his face.
“What's that face?”, Will asked his friend.
“It’s the face of a happy man.”, he replied. "Very happy indeed”.
“Did you win the lottery?”
“Do you think I would have come to work if I had won the lottery?”
“So it’s about a woman, right?”
“I said that woman was mine from the first minute I saw her.”
“I see that you’re not wasting any time.”
“Never, especially with her. Especially when I know what I want. And she's the one I want.”
“This is great. You've just arrived here and you're already in love. What a Don Juan you turned out to be.”
“Not a Don Juan. I'm a one-woman man.”, he said with a huge smile on his lips.
At the end of the work day, Frankie went home to take a shower and get ready for dinner with his friend and his partner at a restaurant in the city.
When he got there, he saw the two were already sitting at a table in the corner of the room. He entered and, greeting them, sat down.
“We thought you weren’t coming today,” Santiago, one of his oldest friends, said.
“I’m sorry. I left work late.”
“That’s okay. And how has this week been? Are you getting used to the city?”
“Yes. I'm already used to all this hustle and bustle, the beautiful air of the big city.”
“And apparently it’s doing you good.”, Isabel, Santiago’s girlfriend, continued.” You look really happy..
“Yeah. But believe me when I tell you it's not because of the city's air.”
“I believe you.. A shine like that only has one reason.”
“The same one I have since I met Isabel.”, Santiago intervened kissing her lightly.
“And from the day I met Santi here.”
And as she said that their faces came closer and their lips came together in a sweet and more passionate kiss.
“Is it that obvious, uh?”, Frankie asked.
“I can say it is. Yes.”, Isabel laughed.
“That’s true. I met a beautiful, friendly, sweet, perfect woman.”
“I'm happy for you.”, Santiago simply said.
“Me too.”, Frankie replied.
“But when will you introduce us to the cause of such happiness?”
“I don’t know. It's still very early. We have only just started seeing each other. Let's see where this goes. Then we’ll talked about it.”
“Exactly.”, Isabel spoke. “First you have to get to know her. We have time. We just want you to be happy. You deserve it.”
“Thank you.”, he said as he stretched across the table kissing Isabel on the cheek”
“Hey. Get your girl and leave mine alone.”
“ And there it is. The animal they like to call man. The territorial protection of what is his. Or that he thinks it's his.” she said in an ironic tone.
“I don’t think you’re mine. And do you know how?”
“No. How do you know?”, she flirted a little.
“Because only someone who is just mine would be loved like you are, every ... single ... night.”
“Kids, please.” Frankie said. “I'm still here and I don't want to know any of this. Behave and save your animal instincts for your bed.”
“Or to the dance floor.”, Santiago started.
“What?” Isabel jumped on her sit. “This is a restaurante. Not a dance floor.”
“Isn’t there music? And no one will care. They’ll just get a free show.”
“Don’t do that to me.”, Isabel pleaded.
“Of course not.”, Santi answered. And, saying this, he stood up, buttoned his blazer that was open and offered his hand to Isabel who, with great difficulty, accepted it and stood up as well.
Santiago positioned himself in a free space between tables and, stretching out his arm, grabbed Isabel's hand, making her spin around herself until she met his chest. In this movement, Isabel's hair flew sweetly to the rhythm of the music. Glued to Santi’s torso, she was enveloped by his arms that held her securely, as if he wanted to protect her from the world, keeping her just for himself.
He kissed her lightly on the neck and then moved towards her mouth, which he took possession of, in a passionate and slow gesture, tasting her calmly. In a quick movement he turned her around and pressed his chest to her back. Santi’s hands immediately began to palm Isabel's belly, while his mouth made Isabel shiver with his longing breath on her skin.
Turning her around again, Santiago placed one hand on Isabel's waist and, with the other, grabbed hers. Isabel, in turn, dropped her head, resting it on his chest.
Frankie witnessed this moment of intimacy with a feeling of happiness for his friends and anticipation as he imagined himself in the same situation with Sandra, showing his love to anyone who wanted to see it.
At the end of the dinner, the three friends left together and a few hours later they separated, each going to their own home.
