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upat4amwiththemoon · 3 years

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The Scary People Next Door

Summary: Two women move to the neighborhood, it seems like there’s more to them than meets the eye.

Pairing: ? x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2312

Prompts (taken from thecharactercomma.com): ”Our new neighbors are simultaneously the scariest and nicest people I’ve met.”

a/n: New story! I don’t know how many chapters this’ll be, but I hope you’ll enjoy this. I don’t know yet who to make the love interest, so now you have a say in this matter. Who would you like it to be? Feedback is always appreciated :)

Y/N stares at the moving truck opposite from her house. Two women, both redheads, are taking boxes from the truck and taking them into the house. The house had been empty for months and Y/N was excited to finally get some new neighbors, as the older ones aren’t really that neighborly.

One of the women turn around to look straight at Y/N as if she knew they were being watched. Y/N’s eyes widen as she ducks under her window, closing the curtains.

“Shit.” She mumbles, embarrassed she got caught staring. Waiting a moment, just to be sure, she peeks through the curtains again. Only to see both of the women staring at her. “What the fuck!” She hides again, crawling to her bed.

As she sinks into her bed, her phone starts ringing. Groaning, she picks it up. “Hey you!” A cheerful voice comes through, Darcy Lewis, her best friend.

“Hi.”

“Why do you sound like that? What happened?”

Of course she’d know something was wrong just from a greeting. She knows her so well, sometimes a little too well.

“I totally embarrassed myself in front of my new neighbors.” Y/N presses her face into a pillow, letting out muffled sounds.

Darcy laughs. “Not surprised at all. When did they move?”

“They are moving the boxes right now.”

Darcy manages to laugh even louder at that, making Y/N groan. “Not even 24 hours have passed and you’ve already made a fool of yourself.”

“Shut up.” She mumbles.

“Oh come on, you know I love you.” Darcy’s voice is playful, but there’s some sincerity behind it. That’s how she showed her love, through jokes. “I actually did have something to tell you, me and Monica are going on a date today!”

Y/N gasps, lifting her head from the pillow. “Finally! It took ages for you two to confess your very obvious feelings.” She teases, smiling from ear to ear for her friend. “I’m really happy for you guys.”

“Thanks.” Darcy chuckles quietly. Even though she had a confident demeanor, taking compliments and expressions of happiness directed for her were still difficult. “Anyways, that was it. Update me on the neighbor situation when something interesting happens!”

“Will do. Bye!” Y/N hangs up and throws the phone onto the bed.

She looks at her window, thinking enough time has passed, she decides to make her way towards it. Opening the curtains carefully, she sees the moving truck is gone. She notices movement from the upstairs’ window opposite from her own bedroom’s window. The taller redhead was putting stuff away from the multiple boxes in her room.

Y/N knows she shouldn’t be staring, but she couldn’t help but be captivated by her new neighbors. They seemed like nice people. Nice people with multiple guns and magic powers.

She gasps loudly, eyes widening. “What the hell.” She stares at the woman in the window moving things, guns included, with red mist coming out of her hands. Y/N shrieks loudly when the woman’s eyes meet hers. She closes the curtains and locks every window and door in her house. Her mind goes to the scariest situation. What if her neighbors were serial killers? Or part of a mafia? Was she going to be killed now that she saw the weapons?

Panicking, she dials Darcy’s number. “The have guns and magic and a lot of guns, please help me, they’re going to murder me!”

“What are you saying? What happened?”

“They have multiple weapons and magic! She was moving stuff without touching them!”

“Are you high right now?”

“No!” Y/N grips her phone tighter. “No normal person has that many guns. They’re going to kill me!”

“No one is going to kill you, Y/N.” Darcy sighs, pausing for a second. “Monica and I’ll come over, okay? Just stay put.”

“Okay.” Y/N takes deep breaths. “Okay, thank you.” She hangs up the call, but doesn’t let go of her phone as she sits on her bed, shaking.

On the other side of the road, Wanda Maximoff is cringing at the window. She didn’t hide her powers and now someone saw. It had to be a record on how fast someone can compromise a mission. She walks down the stairs. “Natasha?”

Natasha Romanoff hums from the kitchen, where she’s putting away dishes.

“Please, don’t be mad.”

Natasha turns around, brows furrowed. “What did you do?”

“It was a total accident! I wasn’t thinking nor paying attention to my surroundings. I also didn’t think she’d peek for the third time, like seriously, she already got caught.” She rants on, ignoring the look Natasha is giving her.

“Wanda.”

“Right. The girl from opposite of us saw me using my magic. And most likely all of the weapons that I was putting away.” She looks at the ground, not daring to face Natasha. She knew the look on her face, she looked like a disappointed mother.

“Wanda! We talked about this, only use your magic when the curtains are closed.”

“I’m sorry! It was a total accident.”

Natasha sighs, rubbing her temples. Now they had one more thing to worry about besides their mission, which was difficult enough without random people seeing them.

“Okay, we’ll go to her house and threaten her or something.”

“We can’t threaten her because of my mistake.” Wanda frowns.

“What would you like to do then? Manipulate her?”

“No, let’s just be nice neighbors and show that she doesn’t have to be afraid of us.” Wanda conjures a pie with her magic. “Come on! We have a neighbor to impress.” She smiles and walks out of the house, Natasha behind her.

A knock on the door brings Y/N out of her head. She rushes downstairs, but stops right in front of the door. It takes Darcy and Monica a lot longer to get to her house. She looks through the peephole. Seeing the two women behind her door, she clamps her hand on her mouth to silence herself.

The taller woman waves with a wide smile and a pie in her hands. They already knew she’s behind the door, there’s nowhere to hide now.

Y/N opens the door ever so slightly. “Hello.”

“Hey!” The one with the pie waves again, trying to move her head to see Y/N better from the small crack. “We just moved to the house opposite of yours and wanted to come say hi.”

Y/N stays quiet, inspecting the two. The shorter one seemed much more intimidating, like she didn’t want to be there.

The taller woman elbows the shorter one to the ribs, giving her a small look. “Right, yes, hi. Could we come in? We brought pie.” She gives her a small smile before turning her face back into a stoic one.

“Now’s not really a good time.”

“I’m Wanda! This is Natasha.” She nods towards the shorter redhead. “We really mean no harm.”

She glances between the two. She knew she should just slam the door closed, but something in the back of her mind said to let them in, that they wouldn’t be harmful. So, Y/N opened the door wider, letting the women in.

“Here you go!” Wanda gives her the pie as she steps inside with Natasha.

She shows them to the living room. “Do you, like, want a piece or something to drink? I don’t have a lot, but there’s water and tea.” She asks as the redheads sit down to the couch.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Wanda and Natasha turn to stare at each other, almost like they’re having an internal conversation.

“Yes.” Wanda says in a slightly more commanding tone. “We would love some pie and water, please.”

Y/N goes to the kitchen, cuts up three pieces and takes three water bottles from the fridge, bringing them to the living room.

“So,” Wanda starts, grabbing her plate. “You might’ve seen something that you shouldn’t have and we wanted to tell you that there’s nothing to worry about.” She smiles as she eats a forkful of the pie.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I only saw you two move the boxes in the driveway.”

Natasha groans. She hasn’t even touched her piece. “We know you saw the guns and maybe little something unnatural in Wanda’s room.” She states, tired of the ‘nice neighbor’ approach Wanda wanted to do. “You won’t tell anyone about it and we won’t have a problem.”

“Natasha.” Wanda frowns and gently hits her shoulder.

Before Y/N can open her mouth, the doorbell rings.

“Who’s at the door?”

“Probably my friends. I might have called them when I saw what I saw.” She explains, covering under the harsh glare Natasha is giving her.

“Don’t open it.”

“She’s not leaving until I open the door.”

Natasha mumbles something incoherent, rubbing her face. She looks very pissed. “Then open the door and tell them everything is fine.” Wanda is trying to calm her down by saying that everything is fine. It certainly didn’t feel like it.

Y/N stands up slowly and goes to the door. Putting on her best smile, she opens it. Darcy and Monica are standing behind it, both of them having concern written all over their faces. They did, after all, just get a very worrying call from her.

“Hey you! Going to your date, huh?”

Darcy glances at Monica, who is looking at her. Everyone except Y/N seemed to be telepathically communicating today.

“Are you okay?” Darcy tries to look inside, but Y/N is blocking the view with her body.

“Yes! It was totally a misunderstanding, I saw wrong, everything is fine.”

“Are you sure?” Monica speaks up. “Darcy said you sounded really panicky on the call.”

“Totally! I was just being the paranoid person I am and saw things that weren’t there.” She giggles quietly, internally cringing at herself. She wasn’t making the situation any better. “I am fine! You two can leave and enjoy your date. Okay, bye!” Y/N closes the door, not letting them say anything else to stop her. She takes a deep breath and goes back to the living room. “Crisis averted.”

“Well, I suppose we should head out then. Thanks for having us!” Wanda stands up, somehow still smiling. “I hope to see you soon again.”

“Remember not to say anything, you saw those guns we have.” Natasha points at her.

“She’s kidding.”

“No, I’m not.”

Wanda lets out a forceful laugh. “Please, don’t be scared of us.”

Y/N gives her a tight lipped smile and shakes her head. She leads them to the front door, opening it for them.

“Bye!” Wanda and Natasha walk into their house together.

Y/N closes the door, leaning her back against it. “What the fuck just happened.”

Few days pass with no problems. Wanda and Natasha, mostly Wanda, visit Y/N’s house every day, bringing some baked goods with them. Y/N was sure that was only a way to keep her quiet, though, she didn’t complain. The pastries were amazing and she had yet to die from poison, which was always a win in her book. Y/N felt bad for not never really doing anything nice back to them, she wanted to, but they were scary.

“I’m telling you Darcy, the new neighbors are simultaneously the scariest and nicest people I’ve met.” Y/N mumbles as she paints her nails while talking to Darcy on the phone. “Should I give them something? Just to make sure I stay on their good side.” She told Darcy everything that happened the next day. She knows she promised not to say, but those never include best friends, right?

“No.” Darcy scoffs. “I have no idea why you´re still talking to them.”

“What part of ‘staying on their good side’ do you not understand?” She blows on her nails, trying to dry them quicker. “Flowers or glitter?”

“Flowers.” She comments, knowing Y/N means what to do to her nails. “Shouldn’t you just, like, I don’t know, call the cops or move.”

“I don’t have that kind of money.”

“I could help you.”

Darcy has tried to help her financially for years, as money wasn't a problem to her, being an astrophysicist and all. Y/N never wanted her money, she wanted to be able to do things on her own, even when she knew help was going to be needed. That’s why Darcy usually didn’t give her a choice on whether or not she was coming over to help, but money wasn’t something she could force onto her.

Y/N sighs, carefully tapping her fingers to her leg. “You know I don’t want it.”

Darcy hums. “Well, me and Monica are here for you.” A silence falls between the two best friends.

“Yeah, thanks. Bye then.” She stops the call. Groaning, she lays down. She didn’t want to have these weird interactions with Darcy. They made them both uncomfortable.

Y/N didn’t get a lot of time to dwell on her problems as a loud, and weirdly violent, knocking comes from the door. Y/N frowns, walking downstairs to the door. She looks through the peephole. Four men with very dark and covering clothes. Opening the door slowly, she leaves only a small crack to it.

“How can I help you?”

“Have you seen these two around here?” One of the men shows a picture of Wanda and Natasha. “They are very dangerous.”

“Nope.”

The men start talking in a different language, leaving Y/N confused. The conversation seems to get heated. They are talking fast and harshly. One of them points at her, saying something that silences the rest.

“This all could’ve been easier if you just told us the truth.” One of the men sighs before knocking Y/N out.

#marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu #fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #the black widow #the scarlet witch #darcy lewis #monica rambeau #darcy lewis x monica rambeau

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wellimaginethat · 4 years

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Bruises: Chapter 1

SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 5 FINALE OF CHICAGO MED!!!

Pairing: Crockett Marcel x (female) Reader

Word Count: 2246

Author’s Note: SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 5 FINALE!!! This happened because of Chicago Med’s season finale the other night. I got this idea and it just stuck. I couldn’t shake it so I had to write it.

Trigger Warning(s): MENTION OF CHILD’S DEATH (Dr. Marcel’s daughter, Harper), ABANDONMENT, divorce, CAR ACCIDENT, MENTION OF BLOOD (in later chapter), slight injury (in later chapters), hospital stay (in later chapters), bad medical knowledge because I’m not a doctor (yet, maybe someday, lol), Dr. Manning is a noisy brat (no hate, maybe a little shade, but no full on hate), DEPRESSION (in later chapters), mention of alcohol abuse, mentions of self harm (in later chapters) Marriage problems, slight arguing

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Summary: This is probably, kinda, sorta AU because I’ve missed some of Chicago Med (the others too due to work) so I’m just going based off what I know and research (which has come up that we don’t know much about Marcel’s past, other than this shocking new tidbit). Also, the name is from the song Bruises by Lewis Capaldi, which is the song I was listening to while writing this

Y/N = Your Name

PRELUDE FOUND HERE

~ And every breath that I've been takin' since you left feels like a waste on me; I've been holding on to hope, that you'll come back when you can find some peace ~

You should’ve woken up by now, or at least that’s how it seemed, but when he checked the time it had only been a little over an hour since you were moved into a room.

For the first three years, he had wondered about you. Then he tried forcing himself to stop. But there was always the ‘what ifs’ lingering in the back of his head. What if Harper never got sick? What if it had been caught sooner? What if she hadn’t died? What if he hadn’t started drinking so much after she died? What if he had been there when you went to leave? That last one was the most frequent to pop up. He wondered if maybe he could have stopped you.

As the thoughts started to build up, he forced himself back to reality. Some might think it weird, that he still cared for you after so long, that he had never fully given up. But you don’t give up on a love like the two of you had.

Part of him prayed that maybe somehow your paths would cross again. He never would have thought that him being accused of murder would be the cause, funny how the world works. A small amount of hope sparked in his heart, that maybe the two of you could talk and work it all out. It was a hope that he hadn’t realized he’d held onto all these years.

He looked at your face, you looked peaceful, like you were sleeping. If it wasn’t for the gauze covering the gash on your upper forehead and the slight bruising, he could’ve sworn you were just sleeping.

When he saw you earlier that day, so many memories and feelings came rushing back and he was faced with the realization that he never truly got over you. He had forced himself to move on, even if you weren’t technically divorced. That was just another question to add to the list he had for you. His first question, why you left, was practically answered for him.

And seeing you there, in the hospital bed, bruised and with little cuts on your arms, made him realize just how much he didn’t want to lose you again.

He reached out to touch your arm gently, to reassure himself that you were in fact there, and technically okay despite the injuries you suffered.

And that was when you started to stir.

He stood up and carefully placed his hands on your shoulders. “Careful.” He spoke gently when he thought you were conscious enough to understand him.

“What happened?” You managed to say despite the dryness in your throat. It started to come back to you before he even opened his mouth.

“You were in a car accident.”

You groan some as you shift in the bed, looking anywhere but at him. You swat his hands away weakly, but it was enough to get him to move them.

“How do you feel?” “Like I was hit by a car.” You retort dryly, finally looking up at him, unable to hide the small smirk.

You could see him smile a little and roll his eyes. “You know what I mean.” “I feel fine considering the fact that I was, in fact, hit by a car.”

“Technically your car was hit by another car and you were inside.”

“True, guess I’m just lucky, huh?” That right there assured him that you’d be fine, you were still able to be as sarcastic as ever.

He sat back down, his eyes never leaving you.

“So how long have I been here?” You asked, looking over at him the best you could given the way you were laying and the fact that your muscles were sore.

“About two hours.”

“Oh, that’s not bad. I was afraid it was like a week or something.” You paused for a moment, expecting him to speak but since he didn’t, you did. “So how have you been?”

He shook his head some before looking down at his hands, clasped together as he was leaning forward slightly, resting his forearms on his legs. He looked back at you. “Earlier you couldn’t stand to even look at me, let alone talk, and now you’re asking me how I’ve been?”

“Well I’m assuming I’m stuck here, and I’m assuming you aren’t gonna leave until I talk to you, so yeah, I’ve decided to kill time by making small talk. But never mind.” You huffed, shifting so that you were now looking at the ceiling.

Time passed by slowly, what felt like an hour of silence was probably only five minutes. You were getting ready to speak again, but just as you opened your mouth, a nurse walked in.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” She asked, and almost stepped back out.

“No.” The two of you answered in unison, too fast for it to not put an awkwardness in the air.

The nurse nodded slowly. “Okay…” She moved over to the side of your bed. “How’re you feeling?”

“Fine, all things considered.” You answered her with a slight smile. “My head hurts a little, and my body’s a little sore, but it could be worse.”

“Alright, if it gets any worse just press this button.” She motioned to the clicker thing on the bed, to which you nodded. “Is there anything I can get you?” “Some water would be great, my throat is getting pretty dry.”

She nodded and after she checked a few things and made a few notes, she left the room.

The awkwardness however, did not. You felt unsettled, like there was something you were supposed to say but didn’t know what. The air seemed stale and you hoped the nurse would get back with your water soon so you would at least be able to drink the water and pretend like you were calm.

Time ticked by slowly, and soon enough. Crockett was standing up. “Well since you don’t seem like you want to talk, I guess I’ll just leave you be.” He stated as he headed towards the door.

“I tried talking but you just got annoyed with me.” You retorted back, huffing and crossing your arms.

He turned towards you. “Well I’m sorry if I don’t want to make small talk with my estranged wife after I haven’t seen her for seven years.”

“Did you think that maybe I was easing into the difficult topics? That maybe I didn’t want to just jump right into an argument with you?”

“Well it seems like your plan backfired on you because we’re arguing now.”

“Well we don’t have to be!” You huffed again, making a point of crossing your arms even more and looking away from him.

Seconds passed without either of you saying anything.

He finally broke the silence. “Why did you leave?”

You groaned, you did not want to talk about this now. Not here, not now, maybe not ever.

He huffed. “Fine, don’t tell me.” He turned to walk out again.

“Wait.” You called after him with a sigh. “I told you earlier that I felt abandoned. I felt like I was living with a ghost, I’d wake up and you were already gone, and you’d still be gone when I got home. You’d come home late at night. I started wondering when you’d stop coming home at all.” You admitted that last part quietly, your eyes straying from his.

“How could you think that?” He asked after processing your words. “I always came home to you.” “Yeah, you did, but the way things were going I didn’t know if it would stay that way. After Harper died, you shut me out. I get that you were grieving, but so was I. We both lost her.”

“I’m aware of that.” He replied tightly.

The nurse must have either really bad timing or really great timing, because that was when she walked in with your water. She smiled at you as she walked over and handed you the styrofoam cup.

“Thank you so much.” You smiled at her, taking a sip of the water through the straw as soon as the cup was in your hands.

“Not a problem, if you need anything else just hit the call button.” She walked out then and that’s when you noticed that Crockett slipped out while you were distracted.

You sighed sadly, setting the cup on the little table tray thing and leaned back into the pillows, replaying the conversation in your head.

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You didn’t see him again, and the next morning you were released from the hospital. You got a taxi, since your car was totaled and probably in a junk yard somewhere by now, and went back to your hotel.

You considered leaving, but something made you stay there, an inner voice maybe, telling you that you had to talk to Crockett before you left. That you had to finally resolve things and end your relationship with him completely, so that nothing tied you to him. The thought of it alone made your heart hurt, sure you had tried to move on from him, went on dates with other guys and stuff, but he was your first real love and a part of you still loved him, maybe more than a part.

You let yourself slip into a daydream, one where the two of you were able to work it out and go back to how things used to be. You missed those days, back when you were dating, and when you were engaged, and even in the first few months of being married. Things were good between you two until Harper got really sick. At first you both were hopeful, but the sicker she got, the less hopeful you got, and he had tried to remain optimistic. When you snapped out of the daydream, clouded by thoughts of the past, you found yourself wondering what would’ve actually happened if you hadn’t left. Would he have stopped staying out so late? Could you have fixed your marriage?

That’s when you decided what you needed to do.

So you called for another taxi and headed to the hospital, when you got there you asked the driver to wait because you’d only be a minute, you just wanted to give him your cell number and tell him to call you and you two could talk.

But when you walked in, you saw him chatting with another doctor, a female doctor. You couldn’t help but feel a little defeated, but you figured he had probably moved on so you didn’t let it stop you from going over to the front desk and smiling at the receptionist. “Hi, I was wondering if I could leave a note for Dr. Marcel?” The receptionist nodded and grabbed a sticky note and pen for you, which you quickly scribbled your number and ‘call me - Y/N’ on it before handing it back to her.

Natalie couldn’t help her curiosity, she never could, and she noticed he was acting a bit odd, so she approached him.

“Are you okay?” It was an innocent question, she was one of the few people who knew at least most of the story, the fact that Y/N was his wife and that they had a daughter named Harper who died when she was young.

He let out an exasperated sigh, running his hand over the bottom half of his face before looking at her for a moment. He was about to say that he was fine, but he knew that she wouldn’t let it go at that. “Not really.” He almost had to force himself to admit it.

“Do you need someone to talk to?” She was just trying to help, trying to be a friend.

He had to think about it for a moment, which might have been the reason she was quick to speak again.

“Sorry, I’m not trying to overstep or anything, I just want to help.”

“It’s okay.” He assured her with the barest hint of a smile. “She left.” A sigh. “Again.” He added in an even more defeated tone.

“Oh.” Natalie wasn’t sure what to say right away. “Did you try talking to her?” He nodded solemnly. “I did, but it didn’t go well.” He sighed again. “We’re both still hurt and it just ended up with us arguing instead of talking it out.”

Natalie looked at him for a moment. “You still love her, don’t you?”

He paused for a moment before nodding. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving her, I’ve learned to move on and continue with my life, but she’ll always be the one that got away.”

She was a bit shocked, this was the first he’d ever opened up to her. She nodded to him and watched as he walked over to the front desk to check the files of patients.

“Oh, Dr. Marcel, a lady left you a note a few minutes ago.” The receptionist held the sticky note out to him.

He took the note and looked at it, reading it before nodding to her. “Thanks.” He put the note in his pocket.

“Was it from her?” Natalie asked, having been just a step behind him.

He nodded silently as he resumed working just like that.

#chicago med imagine #one chicago imagine #crockett marcel imagine #crockett marcel x reader #dr crockett marcel x reader

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imacrowcawcaw · 5 years

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Blood Brothers (Sanny)

*Smut alert! Smut alert! Also blood drinking during the smut!*

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover - Rockfic, luluthechoosingcrow- AO3, theladylovingcrow - Wattpad and Deviantart, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow writing/art Tumblr, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny)

Word Count: about 2500

Warnings/Tags: Vampire AU, blood drinking, gay pairing, smut (finger sucking, rim job, anal sex, masturbation), soulmates, cuddling, fluff, kinda angsty beginning, hurt/comfort, sweet ending

Summary: "He leaned forward to nuzzle his face into the crook of Sam's neck, smelling the coconut oil in his hair and the rich rush of life flowing just below his skin. Danny licked at his jugular, giving it a small, almost affectionate nip before grabbing Sam's arm that was around his back and bringing it forward."

Author's Notes:

Inspired by this post with @satans-helper 's tags and just her generally lovely self:) https://satans-helper.tumblr.com/post/188261333372/edyaleda-greta-van-fleet-by-lewis-vorn

Ahh I finished this hours ago but my phone died before I could post it and I was away from home :( But here it is! Hope everyone enjoys the smutty content lol

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"What do you *mean* she got away?" Sam screeched, looking, just for a second, like a crazed, homicidal *creature*.

Danny shrugged helplessly, running a nervous hand down the front of his faded red jacket. The dried blood on his sleeve was barely noticeable on top of the fabric.

"I don't know! I mean, I was about to go through with it, but then she- she..." he paused, big eyes staring pleadingingly at Sam. "Her mom called her, and she asked for just a minute because she never, ever misses one of her mom's phone calls. And she sounded so happy, so full of life and love and I just couldn't take that from her."

Sam looked back into Danny's slightly wet eyes, and sighed. He wanted to be mad - they hadn't eaten in weeks - but he knew that he would have done the same thing in that moment. Jake was by far the best at getting food.

"We gotta get better at this, babe. You know we can't afford to keep letting them go, not when Joshie and Jake are gone. We have to be tough."

"But it's not right! You know I can't do that to someone! I'm trying to be strong but I'm just too weak. I can't do this, Sammy."

"You're not weak, love, you have a fiercly gentle soul. Nothing can change all the care and compassion you have for people. And I love that you're still so soft, it's one of the most beautiful things about you." In fact, Danny had gotten even gentler as the years passed.

Sam pulled Danny into a hug, mindful of not breaking anything. Just because they could heal ridiculously fast didn't mean he was going to hurt his brother on purpose.

"I just- I feel like I'm not fit to be this, to do this. I'm not ready, and I probably never will be. Wouldn't you want someone else?" Danny whispered into Sam's hair, holding onto him tightly like he was afraid Sam might actually banish him.

"You fit because you're *you*, I wouldn't want anyone else. *We* wouldn't want anyone else, Danny," Sam amended. It didn't matter what his conscious was telling him, Danny had been a part of their family from the very start, way before, even. "You're stuck with us forever now, whether you like it or not. "

Danny chuckled softly, but it was a melancholy laugh, not one of genuine amusement.

"But that means you guys are stuck with me, too. And I can't, can't *hunt*" he forced the word out of his throat like it physically pained him to say it.

"Alright, enough of this self deprecating bullshit. I love you, big man. I'm *in love* with you, which means that I love your quirks, look past your flaws, and accept you for as you are. You can't hunt? You know it's hard for me too, but between the twins and what I can manage to do we'll have plenty, you don't need to. I want you with us because you belong with us, not because of the survival advantages or whatever animal bullshit you're thinking this is. Stop it! I love you, we love you, and we want you here with us!"

It was rare for Sam to get angry, and even then it was often more out of frustration and failed communication than true malice. He didn't know how else to get it through Danny's hair-padded-head that he was as much a part of their family as anybody else.

"Alright, you sap, I get it!" Danny muttered, sounding a little lighter. Sam knew from the tone of his voice that he didn't entirely believe him, but it was a start.

"I *am* sorry I didn't get her, though. I'm really hungry."

Sam sighed and pulled back to look at Danny, arms still around his waist. He didn't want to make him feel worse, but Sam was also seriously needing nourishment. They might technically be starving, actually, and not just in the oh-my-gosh-im-soooo-hungry way.

"Well, I don't think we're gonna be able to get anymore tonight, but there is still..." Sam trailed off, raising a provocative brow and tilting his head so his long tresses swung back, revealing the tendons of his neck.

Danny frowned again. "Sam, you know I wouldn't ever harm you like tha-"

"You wouldn't be! We've talked about this, honey, I've even researched it. It's completely, one hundred percent safe. It's just a little comfort, okay? I know that it won't really satiate the hunger, but I want you, you want me, and it will make us feel good for a while, you know it will."

"But- but we... I... fuck, Sammy," Danny murmered, protests all but forgotten at the sight of his favorite treat: his Sammy.

He leaned forward to nuzzle his face into the crook of Sam's neck, smelling the coconut oil in his hair and the rich rush of life flowing just below his skin. Danny licked at his jugular, giving it a small, almost affectionate nip before grabbing Sam's arm that was around his back and bringing it forward.

Sam's breathing got heavier as Danny rolled up his sleeve, running his hands lovingly over the baby soft inside of his wrist. He could feel his blood pumping, at this point less in his body than there should be as a healthy creature of the night much less a regular mortal. Their diet the last few weeks had been sparse thanks to the two main hunters of their family being gone on what they referred to as a "business trip".

Danny looked up right as he was about to attach his mouth to Sam, eyes shy but laced with a burning hunger he couldn't disguise. It was so endearing how he always cared for Sam - looked out for him, checked with him to make sure everything was all right when no one else would - even as he was about to feast on his blood.

Sam smiled encouragingly at him, eyes heavy lidded and arousal starting to thrum throughout his lower half. They'd discovered that this, the act of sharing blood with eachother, could be incredibly erotic and intimate. Another reason Danny didn't like "hunting" for victims: it was only something he wanted to share with Sam. Even if he didn't let the other person drink from him or have sexual intercourse, it was just too much like cheating to his tastes.

The taste of the blood, however, was sweet. Danny tried to remember what his taste buds were like before; couldn't. Nowadays, everything else was rather bland and muted, everything except blood. It was thick and bitterly sweet, like dark chocolate melted into a bowl and stirred up with sugar.

He drank, knowing he couldn't take much and so savoring every drop that Sam offered him. Danny kept his mouth latched onto the bite, couldn't release to breathe even if he wanted to, lest anything dripped onto the floor. Wouldn't do to waste what they had so precious little of.

Sam made a noise in the back of his throat, a strangled moan of both pain and pleasure. Danny finally pulled back, first holding Sam's wrist above his mouth so that the few drops of blood that could escape before the wound healed could be caught.

Danny was panting heavily, having drunken for nearly a minute without so much as a second-long break. His puplis were beautifully dilated, hiding most of his hazel irises, and they looked at Sam with such a strong message of love and devotion it nearly made him sob.

Now Danny presented his own arm to Sam, running his fingers over Sam's soft, full lips. He felt Sam's mouth part, his sharp canines running over his own skin and nearly slicing open the tip of his thumb.

Sam carefully pricked and sliced each of Danny's fingers, laving his tongue up and down them to catch the blood. He sucked down the digits with hollowed cheeks and hooded eyes, a sparkling of something ethereal, carnal, deliciously sinful glowing from within him.

Danny kept their otherworldly eyes locked, groaned low for Sam to hear how he was effecting him. He carefully curled his fingers within Sam's mouth, running over his palate and tangling with his tongue. Sam sucked him in deeper, swallowing around him and letting Danny feel the convulsions.

Danny laid a hand on Sam's throat, right below his jaw, and the other cupping his cheek, feeling him work. He rubbed his knuckles against Sam's teeth, reslicing them now that the cuts had healed.

Sam kept licking and drinking and sucking and swallowing, enjoying Danny's uniquely rich flavor of blood. Maybe it was because they were mates - by blood, by soul, by heart and mind - that all others paled in comparison to each other.

Sam pulled off of Danny's hand, taking a step back and hurriedly shucking his dark, expensive clothes carelessly, not giving a damn about the ripping fabric from his desperation-boosted-already-superhuman strength. He started helping Danny remove his own clothing before he got with the program and quickly undressed, too.

Danny spun Sam around, pressing him up against the wall in the living room. He snarled when Sam ground his ass back onto his erection, gripping a skinny bicep in one hand and using the other to hold Sam's wrist to the wall. Danny used his body to flatten Sam until he couldn't move, biting lightly - not enough to break the skin, they *never* drank from the throat, despite what some might believe (they werent *killers*) - at the side of his neck where Sam had flipped his hair side.

Keeping the one hand on Sam's bicep and moving the other to push on his back and keep him still, Danny slowly kneeled down so that his face was level with Sam's ass. He bit into the left cheek, drinking the blood that spurred out, then moved on to even more delicious things.

Sam nearly screamed when Danny's mouth closed over his hole. His mouth let loose high pitched groans and a startled yelp when Danny actually went inside the ring with his tongue, forcing him open on the slick muscle.

Danny ate him until he was sloppy and begging for more, the position bringing out Sam's more submissive side. The fingers that were on his arm joined Danny's mouth in exploring Sam's ass, one gently circling and then sliding inside. He moved it in and out for a time alongside his tongue, then added another.

Danny's fingers worked in a V formation, his tongue flicking at the rim of Sam's hole in between them. As he added the third finger and really started to stretch, Danny pulled back so he could watch how Sam's ass clenched down on him. Sam was moaning and thrusting backwards, chasing the brushes of Danny's fingertips against his prostate.

"I'm ready! Please, baby, fuck me, I'm so ready for you."

Danny stood up, keeping his fingers inside of Sam. "You want it? Gonna take me in, love me, hold me? Want you to," he said into Sam's ear, pumping his fingers hard and fast, the weight of his body the only thing holding Sam up against the wall. "Wanna be inside you, fuck you til you scream my name. Fuck, Sammy, so pretty, so sexy. Love you so much."

Danny removed his fingers, and Sam whimpered at the loss as he was turned around again. Sam wrapped his arms around Danny's neck, bringing his heaving chest against Danny's broader one and drawing him into a kiss. They kissed pationately, lips sliding against each other.

Sam pulled away with a gasp, letting Danny hitch him upwards so he could wrap his legs around him. Danny used one hand to guide himself inside of Sam below their connected hip bones, slowly easing the head in as Sam threw his head back and groaned.

They set a slow pace at first, Sam gripping Danny's shoulders nearly tight enough to break the bone. He moaned with his head thrown back, long column of his throat inviting Danny to suck hickeys onto the expanse of skin.

"Fuck! Faster Danny, c'mon an' do me good, honey..."

Danny grunted and sped up in compliance, effortlessly holding Sam up with one arm so that his other could run through Sam's lustrous hair. He snapped his hips, angling down just a little so that his cock rubbed at Sam's prostate.

"Danny! Oh, my god! DaaAANNNNNYYYY!" Sam shrieked, the name of his lover being pounded put of him and drawn out into a scream of intense pleasure.

Sam circled the head of his dick with his fingers, letting it gain the friction he needed to come from their moving stomachs. He orgasmed with the most beautiful expression Danny had ever seen on his face.

Danny fucked him through it, pistoning his hips right against his sweet spot and letting the rhythmic clenching take him over the edge, too.

"Ugnnn, Sam..."

They stood there - or, Danny stood there with his hands on Sam's ass and his mate's skinny legs hanging limp on either side of his hips, foreheads together. Sam panted against Danny's mouth, coming down from his orgasm with a blissed out, satisfied look on his face.

"I love you," Danny said to him, kissing his cheek tenderly.

"I love you too, so much," Sam replied, rubbing their noses together in a feline kiss.

Sam sighed when he got down from his perch on Danny's canted hips. They kissed again, soft and sweet this time, licking at the dried blood smeared across each other's mouths.

"C'mon, come lay down with me."

Danny took Sam's hand, let him lead them down the hall towards the giant memory foam king in the room to the left. Jake said it was ironic that they nearly maxed out a credit card on nice mattresses and bedding when they didn't sleep, but that didn't stop him from enjoying his own. Sam reminded him that there were other things one can do in a bed besides sleep, and that he'd definitely heard Jakey 'use' his mattress in that way.

Danny curled around Sam, wrapping his long limbs around him and pulling up their weighted comforter.

"Hey, why were you wearing a suit? Planning on going out?"

"Planning on *taking* you out," Sam corrected, noting the slight hint of not-quite-jealousy-not-quite-curiosity in Danny's voice. "I was thinking we could go to that nice German restaurant we drove past on Tuesday, I've been craving that schnitzel from the pub in Frankenmuth Village."

"You know it won't taste like it used to, Sammy, even if it was made by Herr Michels."

Sam sighed, "Yeah, I know. But, I still wanna go somewhere nice with you. Show off my man."

Danny laughed softly, tightening his arm around Sam's abdomen.

"Okay, we can go in a little bit. I wanna hold you first, though."

Sam rolled over in his arms, giving Danny an affectionate look. He kissed him, then rested his head on Danny's shoulder. They lay there, basked in the glow of the rising moon, not able to sleep but enjoying each other's company.

They were as connected as connected could be. No longer could anyone say that they weren't brothers, weren't related. They were blood brothers, blood lovers, soulmates for eternity. Their family would continue on in it's love forever.

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Bruises: Chapter 2

SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 5 FINALE OF CHICAGO MED!!!

Pairing: Crockett Marcel x (female) Reader

Word Count: 3121

Author’s Note: SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 5 FINALE!!! This happened because of Chicago Med’s season finale. I got this idea and it just stuck. I couldn’t shake it so I had to write it. (I know I said it would be posted at 21:00/9PM central time but I was playing cards with my mom, sorry!)

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Y/N = Your Name

Y/EC = Your Eye Color

~ I've been told, I've been told to get you off my mind; But I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind ~

You didn’t know what to expect. Whether you thought he would call you or not, which led to a lot of pacing back and forth in your hotel room. You actually hoped he would call, having decided that if anything, you would at least be able to bury the lingering feelings so you could officially move on.

You figured Crockett already moved on, and you didn’t blame him, you were the one that actually left.

Part of you wondered if you had stayed, if your marriage would have survived. If you would have been able to work it out, grieved Harper and moved forward together. You wondered if he would’ve stopped staying out so late, if he would’ve stopped avoiding you.

You then started to think of how nice it would have been if you guys could have worked it out and gone back to how things had been before everything happened, sure it wouldn’t have been exactly the same, but back to how loving you two had been towards each other.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you were startled when your phone started buzzing on the bed. You grabbed it to look at who was calling you and were greeted by a number you didn’t know, hoping it was your estranged husband, you slide the answer button across the screen and put the phone up to your ear.

Pausing to take a breath before you said anything, you prepared yourself for it to be him, but you were also ready for it to be a telemarketer. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Once his voice came across the line, your chest tightened and you forgot how to breath. It almost felt like when you first started seeing each other, how you’d get all excited just by his voice. “Hello? Y/N?”

You cleared your throat. “Sorry, bad reception, you kept breaking out.” You lied, not wanting him to think you were the giant dork you were. “I wasn’t expecting you to actually call me.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to leave your number.” Came his response with a slight chuckle.

You smiled, glad that he didn’t seem upset right now.

“So do you actually want to talk or are we just going to make small talk again?” You could hear the apprehension in his voice.

“I want to talk. Like actually talk. I think the only way for us to fully move on and leave things in the past is for us to talk.” You responded, trying to swallow around the sudden lump in your throat.

He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Do you want to have this conversation over the phone or are you free to grab a cup of coffee?”

“I could get behind grabbing coffee.” You nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

“Do you want to meet up tonight or tomorrow morning?” He asked after you told him the hotel you were staying at.

“What would work better for you?”

“I think I’d have more time tonight, I have to be at the hospital pretty early tomorrow.”

“Then tonight’s fine. Want me to meet you there?”

He paused. “Do you need a ride? Since your car…” He trailed off.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about my car being totaled. Great.” You sighed. “No, I can get a cab.”

“Cabs are expensive.”

“Really? I haven’t really noticed, they didn’t seem that bad.” You said offhandedly, then after you heard him sigh, you stopped. “If you want to give me a ride, you can pick me up at the Dayside Hotel.”

“I can be there in a half hour, I’d like to go home and change first.”

“Okie dokie.” You replied with a smile, then mentally kicked yourself. “I’ll see you then, I’ll meet you out front.”

You were pretty sure you heard him breath out a laugh, like he was trying to suppress it. “Alright, I’ll see you then.” And with that, he hung up.

You made sure the call was over before tossing your phone back onto the bed and falling forward on it, groaning. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” You huffed to yourself, mentally kicking yourself for letting yourself daydream before the phone call, and for letting yourself get flustered by his voice. You knew you needed to get this over with and get out of Chicago and put some distance between the two of you before you got yourself hurt.

You pushed yourself off the bed and went into the bathroom to take a look at yourself, leaning towards the mirror to make sure your makeup was still decent, then you ran your hands through your hair. You didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard, but you didn’t want to look like you just rolled out of bed either.

After you were done getting ready, you still had twenty-eight minutes to kill before he was supposed to be there. You just then realized that you should have insisted on taking a cab, because you started to doubt that he’d want to give you a ride back after your talk.

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He was there right on time, you started to walk towards his car as he drove into the hotel’s parking lot. As soon as you got to his car, you took a deep breath before opening the door to get in. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He greeted you, waiting until you were in the car and buckled up before he pulled out of the parking lot. “How’re you feeling?” He asked

“Hmm?” You turned to look at him.

“How’re you feeling?” “Fine.” You assumed he meant because of the accident. “My head still kinda hurts and I’m still a little achy but I’m fine.”

“Good.” He nodded as he turned his full attention back to the street ahead of the car.

You nodded once before turning your attention away from him and directed it out of your window, wishing you would have just taken a cab, it wouldn’t have been so awkward. And it was going to be even more awkward if he did give you a ride back to the hotel.

Soon enough he was parking the car on the side of the street, you couldn’t get out of the car fast enough, practically throwing yourself out once it was in park.

He walked over to the meter and put a few quarters in. “I think I have some quarters.” You piped up, going to dig in your purse.

“It’s fine, I’ve got it.” He told you with a small smile, turning his attention away from you to finish what he was doing.

You nodded reluctantly and stood there a bit idly, waiting for him to finish so you could head in to the coffee shop and get this over with.

He walked over to you once he was done and motioned for the two of you to carry on up the sidewalk towards the coffee shop.

You began walking and he fell into step next to you, neither of you talking yet.

Once the two of you got to the coffee shop, he hurried a step ahead of you to open the door for you.

“Still the same gentleman you always were, I see.” You commented with a bit of a smile and he nodded to you, letting you walk in before following you into the coffee shop.

You headed over to the counter to order your coffee, and you made sure to have your card ready to swipe it before he could even think about trying to pay for the coffee.

“I would have gotten it.” He told you.

“And that’s why I made sure to be ready.” You smirked a bit.

“Y/N.” He sighed.

“Crockett.” You retorted in the same tone of voice.

You could see him slowly give up this silly argument and you felt a small sense of victory.

“Don’t look so smug, I’m just trying to keep you in a good mood so you don’t run out.” He told you under his breath as soon as the barista turned away.

You huffed as you frowned up at him, getting ready to throw a snide comment when you stopped yourself. “Well a victory is still a victory either way and I won this argument.” You tell him in a soft voice, meaning it as a joke.

He heard the slight humor in your voice and smiled down at you.

The minute his eyes met yours, your heart clenched and you had to turn away, facing back toward the front counter, waiting for your drinks.

Time seemed to slow down as you watched the barista make your drink and bring it over, she handed your drink over to you.

You took it and turned to Crockett. “I’m going to grab a table.” You just didn’t want to stand there next to him and pretend this isn’t awkward.

He nodded to you as he waited for his coffee.

You found a table near the wall, away from the others sitting in the coffee shop, and took a seat. He joined you within moments and took a seat across from you, you could feel his eyes on you but your eyes were trained on your drink.

“So are we going to talk or are we going to sit here in silence?” He asked after a few minutes of complete silence between the two of you.

Your Y/EC eyes met his brown ones, and you nodded. “Yeah, just trying to figure out where to start.” You breathed out. “I don’t know how to start.”

“The beginning would probably be a good start.” He commented, not taking his eyes away from yours. “I’ve asked you twice now why you left, and while you did answer me, you could probably elaborate on that.”

You sighed. “I don’t-” You stopped and ran a hand through your hair, looking away from him for a moment before looking back at him. “I don’t know how.” You tell him honestly. “I don’t know how to explain what was going through my head at that time. All I know is that I felt like you stopped caring about me. It felt like you shut down completely. Harper died and you cut me out.” You stopped yourself and looked out the big front window, willing yourself not to cry. Your eyes were filling with tears but you blinked them away, you didn’t want to draw attention to the two of you by crying.

“I never stopped caring about you.” He whispered out, his hand coming across the table to rest on top of yours.

You looked back at him. “It sure seemed like it.” You replied quietly. “You were never there. You left me at the hospital and then you were never home and it felt like you just...shut down.”

“I did.” He said quietly. “But I didn’t stop caring about you. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to grieve her and be there for you.”

“I wanted us to grieve her together. I was scared of losing you too. I was scared that one night you weren’t going to come back home.”

He stopped. So that was what you had meant, not that he was going to find someone else. “When you said that yesterday I assumed you meant that I’d find someone else.” He admitted quietly.

“Well I was afraid of that too.” You admitted just as quietly, a bit sheepishly in fact. You sighed. “It was always a fear. But I was more worried that something was going to happen to you, you were drinking every night and you were grieving on top of that, I was worried something bad was going to happen.”

He nodded to you before sighing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“And I’m sorry I left.” You told him honestly, your eyes meeting his. “But there’s not much we can do about it now, it’s in the past.”

He nodded. “But we can still talk about this.”

“Or maybe we can just leave it at that and move on.” You didn’t even realize you had said it until you saw his expression turn into a pained one, but he quickly masked it. You swallowed hard. “I think we owe it to ourselves to leave the past in the past and move on, to part ways on good terms and go our separate ways.”

He was quiet for a moment, studying your face before he finally spoke. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” You breathed out the lie with a definitive nod. “Yes, I think that’s what’s best.”

“But is that what you want?” He asked again.

You paused, it wasn’t what you wanted, but you weren’t going to go down that rabbit hole. “Yes.”

He nodded. “Then that’s what we’ll do.” You could see the change in his demeanor, he straightened up, slowly pulling his hand away from yours. “We can get some divorce papers drawn up and sign them, it shouldn’t be too difficult since we’ve already been separated for seven years and living separate lives.”

You cleared your throat and nodded. “All we’d have to do is sign the papers and then it’ll be over and we won’t have to worry about it anymore.” You gave a halfhearted shrug. “I, um, I’m gonna go.” You said quietly after a moment. “I’ll just get a cab back to the hotel.” You stood up.

“Y/N.” He stood up, only to be met with you holding a hand out to stop him, shaking your head.

“It’s fine.” You said quietly, heading towards the door. You were looking back as you walked out, seeing him sit back in his chair, and ended up running right into someone. You quickly turned to face them. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you okay?” You asked the woman in front of you quickly, recognizing her as the female doctor that Crockett was talking to earlier, this must be a frequent coffee spot for the hospital staff, or maybe it was their place. You felt a twinge of pain at that thought but pushed it away.

The brunette smiled at you and waved it off. “It’s fine.” She assured you. “You’re Crockett Marcel’s wife, right?”

You cleared your throat. “Soon to be ex wife, yes.” You nodded to her, hating the sound of it.

“Oh.” She seemed shocked by that statement. “I thought the two of you were going to work it out.”

You tilted your head and raised a brow at her. “Why would you assume that?” You hoped that didn’t sound as rude as you feared it did.

“Well, he just...seemed like he wasn’t over you.” She said uneasily, then shook her head. “I’m sorry, it’s really none of my business.”

“It’s not.” You replied with a slight shrug. “But you two seem to be friends, so it’s okay.” You brushed it off. “What do you mean he seemed like he wasn’t over me?”

“Well when we were talking earlier, when he thought you left without saying anything, he was hurt.” She told you.

“Oh.” You barely spoke out as you looked around a bit, shocked by this new information and not sure what to do with it. “I’m sorry, I’m Y/N.” You offer out your hand to shake hers, which she does.

“Natalie.” She told you with a smile, releasing your hand.

“Well Natalie, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry if I’m not more friendly, I’m just…”

“Going through a lot, obviously.” Her smiled turned warmer, almost knowingly.

You nodded. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Well with everything that’s going on, plus the car accident you were in, I can imagine you might be a little frazzled.” Natalie commented with a slight shrug.

You nodded again. “Yeah…” You trailed off, a slight silence falling between the two of you and you were getting ready to make your exit.

“Again, I know this is none of my business, but if you still care about Crockett, I think you should talk to him. You guys might be able to work it out, if that’s what you want of course, because I’m pretty sure that’s what he wants.” It was obvious that she knew this was none of her business, and it was obvious that she was overstepping, but you couldn’t be mad because it was obvious that she was just trying to help.

You offered her a smile. “I’d love nothing more than to fix my marriage, but I don’t see that happening. There’s a lot of hurt there and I don’t think we’d be able to move past it.” That was a lie, you wondered if it was obvious. “And I don’t want to cause him any more pain than I already have.”

She nodded, she looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t.

You smiled a bit wider at her. “It was nice meeting you, Natalie, but I should really get going.” You stepped away then. You heard the door open as you were walking away and spared a glance back to see your husband step out, you had expected it to just be Natalie walking in. You quickened your pace, not wanting him to try to stop you from catching a cab.

Crockett saw you retreating from the cafe, then saw Natalie standing there, looking like she had just meddled.

“You should go after her.” Natalie told him, looking up at him with a friendly smile.

He looked at her for a moment before sighing. “Listen, I know you’re just trying to help, but don’t. She obviously doesn’t want to talk, much less work things out.”

“But she does.” Natalie insisted softly, still looking up at him. “I just talked to her and she does.”

“Please just stay out of it.” Crockett sighed.

Natalie sighed then too. “Fine, I will, but not before I say this. I just talked to her and she wants to work things out, she’s just scared.”

“And did she tell you what she’s scared of.”

“Being hurt and hurting you more than what’s already been done.” Natalie told him. “Don’t give up, you have a chance to work things out and get her back. I know if it was me and I had a chance to get my husband back, I’d do whatever it took.” She spoke softly, reaching out to squeeze his arm before stepping around him and walking into the coffee shop, leaving him standing there on the sidewalk alone with his thoughts.

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