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Disastrous Wedding: Part 3/3

Summary: you have to attend your sister’s wedding and things go wrong, as usual…

Warning: Unwanted touching (nothing explicit), unedited (sorry for any errors)

Word count: 7,267

“You know, if I had to choose between eating an entire jean jacket or being your sibling, I’d choose the jacket.”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means you’re infuriating to be related to. You’re so selfish, you couldn’t even remember when I told you earlier that I did ask him nicely to stop!”

“Then you shouldn’t have said anything about it! You could’ve just kept your damn mouth shut and-“

“And let him touch me?!” You yelled, shocked at what your sister was saying.

“Yes! It’s my wedding, goddammit!” She stomped her foot like a child throwing a tantrum. “It’s my day, it shouldn’t be about you!”

You were silent for a long while after that. Flabbergasted that she would say such a thing, although you shouldn’t be, she’s always been selfish.

But you had hoped she would be on your side someday.

‘Oh, I see now. My hope in her was the joke.’

You had hoped.

But not anymore.

You had to take a step back, her words piercing your chest.

‘Why am I so surprised? I knew this was how she is.’

'Because she’s family, so it stings just a bit more than it would were she a stranger.’

“You make everything about you, you haven’t changed these past nine years.” She snarled, staring daggers at you.

You scoffed. “I do believe you’re projecting a bit, dear sister. As You said earlier: it’s your wedding; your day.”

“And you’re trying to take it from me!” She stomped her foot again. “You can’t let me have one day-”

“What are you talking about? I just wanted to get through your wedding with my sanity intact.”

“Then tell me why it had to be today. Why you had to make a big deal today.”

“Are you serious? I didn’t plan for this to happen today, or ever, for that matter.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Your head started pounding, dealing with your sister always left you with a nasty headache.

'Why does she have to be so difficult all the time?’

'She is our parents’ daughter…’

'True…’

“Why would I plan for some stranger to put his hands on me?”

“As I said before: you wanted the attention on you today. I don’t know why, but you won’t succeed.”

You threw your hands up in frustration. “You caught me! My evil plan has been foiled, now what am I left to do?”

“I’m being serious!”

“I know you are, and I don’t know if I should feel sorry for you or-”

There was a knock on the door.

“They’re waiting on you two to return so they can continue the speeches.” Your mother’s voice came from the other side. “We don’t have all day, so finish your discussion quickly.”

You sighed, not wanting to deal with this event any longer, especially if you’re going to be accused of something you didn’t even plan.

Who would plan something so stupid anyway?

If you really wanted to disrupt the wedding and get the attention of the guests then you would’ve shown up with Molotov cocktails…

That plan sounded more fun anyways.

'How annoying.’

'We could fake our death…’

'Doesn’t sound half bad right now…’

"We’ll be right there, mother.” Your sister said, turning to you. “Be on your best behavior and try to keep your mouth shut.”

She straightened her dress, “it’s my day…it’s my day…”

She mumbled that to herself on your walk back into the reception hall.

You caught Eric grinning ear to ear at you when you returned to your seat, making you shudder in disgust.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“What do you mean?”

You pointed at him, “that…thing you’re doing with your face.”

He tilted his head, confused.

“The thing with your face that makes you look happy…cut it out, it’s making me feel nauseated.”

The confused look was replaced with an angry one. “Your mouth is-”

“Gonna get me in trouble, yadda yadda.” You waved him off.

He blew air out of his flared nostrils. “Watch it, you-”

“Let me take a wild guess…I won’t like you when you’re angry?”

“You’re insufferable, you know that, right?”

You smiled, remembering the time you called Leon the same thing. “I learned from the best.”

Your eyes sought Leon out, finding him a few minutes later. He had a worried look on his face, probably wondering why your sister dragged you out of the room. Nodding your head at him, you mouthed “I’m fine.”

He nodded in return, smiling in relief.

He was probably going to go look for you if you hadn’t come back when you did. He’s always been protective of you. Not in an overbearing way, he always wanted you to fight your own battles, glad to support you from the sidelines. But if you were ever in any real danger then he would be at your side as quickly as he could, ready to kick ass.

You squirmed in your seat a little, thinking about Leon always had that effect on you. There was something about him…

'That turned you into a dick sucking whore?’

'Only Leon’s whore though…’

'We’re on the same page for once.’

'It’s kind of scary.’

You felt eyes burning into the side of your face, you looked over at your sister.

“Have I done something already?” You asked sarcastically, feigning confusion.

Your stomach started aching, but you decided to ignore it.

You’d ache too if you had to deal with your sister more than you have.

“I told you that Eric is Brandon’s best friend and the best man, you need to be on your best behavior. Keep your comments to yourself and be nice.”

“I would rather take a bath with my toaster-”

“Y/N. behave.”

'Remind me to steal all her charging blocks from her house.’

'Take her tv remote too.’

'Noted.’

“Alright, everyone. It’s time for the parents of the groom to give their speech, then we’ll move onto the maid of honor and the best man.”

You froze.

‘The what now?’

Then you quickly spun to face your sister, panic clearly written on your face.

“I have to give a speech?” You asked, voice shaking. Your stomach was in your throat now.

Your sister gave you a mean smile, “yeah, did I forget to mention that?”

You narrowed your eyes; it was obvious now. She knew that you hated public speaking ever since you were a kid. Your parents made you give a speech at your aunt’s funeral when you were eight. You barely knew your aunt, she was always in another state with her husband, living as hard as they could. Then one day she was diagnosed with lung cancer, years of smoking cigarettes not helping her case.

The funeral had a lot of people, mostly distant family members that you’ve never met before. Your mother had expected you and your sister to give individual speeches in your aunt’s honor, although you begged her not to make you.

She did.

Your sister went before you. She had just turned eleven years old, her speech clear and concise. Going on and on about having ‘quality time’ with your aunt that obviously didn’t happen, she just wanted everyone to think she was closer to your aunt than she really was.

Your mother nodded at you to step up to the podium once your sister was done.

You stood up, visibly shaking as you made your way to the step stool behind the podium. You tried so hard not to stare at everyone’s eyes, having learned to imagine the audience as potatoes to help ease your nerves. You only got a few strangled words out before you lost consciousness.

Once you woke up, you noticed you had been brought back to the car you arrived in, vomit staining the front of your dress.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Your sister was laughing in your face, holding no sympathy for you.

“What did I do?” You asked her, clearly confused.

“You mean you don’t remember?” She started laughing harder. “You said 'hello’, then threw up on our grandma!”

Heat gathered to your face, embarrassment making your stomach turn in circles.

“Then you fainted and hit your head on the podium! Oh, I hope they got that on camera!” Her laughs turned into guttural cries, “I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!”

Your face was still burning when your parents entered the car, your father staring daggers at you.

“You have embarrassed us once more, Y/N.” Your mother gritted out, sitting in the passenger seat.

“I didn’t mean to, mother, I-”

You were too busy looking down, you didn’t notice how your mother quickly turned in her seat to reach back and slap you across your face.

“Save your apologies.” She straightened back in her seat as your father started driving. “Honestly, Y/N, why can’t you be like your sister? Her speech was divine.”

Your sister beamed, “thank you mother.”

You haven’t given a speech ever since that day, your fear of public speaking was still as present as it was back then.

“It’ll be just like Aunt Cathy’s funeral. You do remember that, don’t you, Y/N?” Your sister smiled sweetly at you. Her fake sweetness brought back memories from when you both were kids. She would act so kind to you, so sweet and innocent. She definitely had you fooled at the time, because behind that fake façade of sweetness lies a selfish, bitter center.

But you weren’t kids anymore.

You knew she was setting you up to embarrass yourself in front of all these people. Why? Probably to make herself look like the better child, the more refined adult that your parents always wanted. She was elegant and well spoken.

And you couldn’t even give a speech.

'Is it bad luck to strangle the bride on her wedding day?’

'No, I think it would be poetic.’

“Excuse me for a moment, I’m going to run to the restroom.” You told her.

“Don’t take too long, you’re up next.”

You didn’t even push your chair in after standing up, you just briskly walked to the women’s restroom, heading straight for the sink. Splashing water on your face as you tried to take deep breaths.

'Don’t pass out, your sister would love for you to embarrass yourself so she doesn’t have to lift a finger.’

'What the hell am I going to do?’

'Do you want to try and fake your death now?’

'With how fast my heart rate is, I don’t think I’ll have to fake it.’

Your chest was hurting, pressure from your racing heart making it hard to breathe. You could hear your blood in your ears, making you nauseated. Your head started to feel light, everything moving slowly around you, like you were stuck in slow motion.

'Get it together, Y/N, at this rate you’re going to faint.’

You didn’t even have a rebuttal for your thoughts, trying not to drown in your panic.

But you were drowning.

You didn’t even hear the bathroom door open.

You had your eyes closed until you felt arms wrapped around you, a distant voice calling your name. The person pulled you into their strong chest and you easily curled your fingers into their shirt, not caring that you would wrinkle the delicate fabric.

A hand started rubbing circles against your back, deep breathing in your ear.

“That’s it, Y/N. Deep breaths.” They said.

You followed their instructions until your breaths matched theirs, your head starting to feel normal again. Your feeling much lighter than before.

“That’s my good girl, you’re doing great.”

You opened your eyes, head craning up to look at the person holding you.

Leon.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked, worry evident in his tone.

“So much better.” You murmured, “but how did you-”

“I saw you jump up in a panic, half-walking half-jogging out of the reception hall. So, I was worried and wanted to check on you.” He kissed your head, “what made you have an attack?”

You smiled and tightened your grip around his torso, you really were an open book to him.

“My sister just informed me that I would be giving a speech.”

“Even after last time?”

You had told Leon about your embarrassing failure of a speech on your second date together, trying to out embarrass each other. He was winning until you told him that you threw up on your grandmother and fainted. You were worried when he went silent, scared that he would never want to see you again. Then he asked you if everything turned out okay, and if you were okay after the traumatic event.

He was the first one to ask you if you were okay about what happened. No one else cared enough to worry what you had thought, how you had felt, how it affected you in the long run.

You were so touched by his question that you started crying. He immediately pulled you out of the restaurant you two were in and took you to his apartment, cuddling you the rest of the night while you clung onto him like a koala to a tree.

You woke the next morning extremely embarrassed, but you explained why you had cried. He smiled at you, rubbing your back and kissing your cheeks.

“You had me worried for a minute there, sweetheart. I thought I said something stupid.”

He stuck with you through everything, listened to your life’s stories, hugged you when you were overwhelmed, took care of you when you got sick, making you laugh when you felt like crying, cheered you on through college, supported you when you interviewed for your dream job, inspired you to create art again, motivated you to achieve your goals, listened to you when you told him your deepest fears, celebrated when you got a job in your dream career.

He really was the best thing to happen to you.

He never tried to baby you or belittle you. He wanted you to succeed by your own merit and wanted you to celebrate those accomplishments. He wanted you to live loud and love your life. He wanted to support you through everything that came your way. He wanted to love you and be yours until the end.

And you wanted to do the same for him.

You pulled his face closer to yours, kissing him. He deepened the kiss, pushing past your lips to battle your tongue for dominance. His grip on your arms tightened and you were sure there will be bruises on them tomorrow.

But you didn’t mind.

You loved it when he left marks.

He stepped away from you after you moaned into the kiss.

“If we keep that up then you won’t be able to make your speech.”

“Can’t give a speech if my mouth is too busy with something else.” You teased him.

He groaned, pulling you close again to put his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

“The things you do to me…”

You sighed, bring his hands up to your mouth to kiss each knuckle with tender love.

“Are you going to go through with it?” He asked, looking into your eyes.

“I guess I have to, don’t want to embarrass myself in front of all these people.”

“If you want, I can go up with you and be your support.”

Your eyes widened, heart skipping a beat.

“You’d do that for me?” You asked, astonished.

“Of course. I would do anything to help you, Y/N, you know that.”

The smile he gave you made you feel so safe, so loved.

Then you remembered: you could go through anything with Leon by your side.

You couldn’t hold back the dazzling smile you gave him, heart feeling lighter than when you had first entered this restroom.

“Thank you so much, Leon.”

You stood on your tippy toes, giving him a loving kiss, putting all your affection in the gesture.

You finally pulled away, grabbing his hand. “We better go before my sister goes on a manhunt for me.”

He nodded as you pulled him out of the restroom and back into the reception hall. You both stood at the back of the room, not too far away from your sister.

“Thank you both for your beautiful speeches.” The announcer clapped the backs of the groom’s parents as they walked off the stage. “Now, we need the maid of honor to come give her speech.”

Your chest tightened when you saw people looking around for you, eyes finding you instantly. Your breathing starting to become shallow and panicked once again.

You felt the hand you were holding tighten around yours, grounding you.

Looking at Leon, you took a deep breath, reminding yourself that you weren’t going to be alone.

He would be there with you.

By your side.

Like he always was.

And you would be damned before you let your sister embarrass you.

The short walk to the stage gave you plenty of time to think of what you were going to say. You took extra care to be mindful of where you were stepping and how you stepped, not wanting to fall. You were pulling Leon with you by your linked hands, gripping tighter when you finally stood on stage.

You walked up to the microphone, Leon at your side. The audience chuckled as you lowered the stand to your height.

Taking a deep breath and looking around the room, you tried to feign calmness.

‘Fake it ‘til you make it, right?’

“Family, friends, thank you so much for coming, I know I speak for us all when I say that today is such a wonderful day for a wedding.” You started, putting a sweet smile on that matched your sister’s. You had plenty of time to learn how to fake a smile while growing up.

You swear the microphone could pick up the sound of your beating heart. Your voice would falter every once in a while, but you sounded clear regardless.

And that’s all that mattered.

“To be honest, I didn’t think my sister would ever get married. I didn’t think any man would be good enough for my sister, but I was wrong.”

“Brandon, when you came into my sister’s life, you changed it for the better, the best even.”

You had no idea, of course. Not having contact with your sister at the time she and Brandon started dating, but the audience didn’t need to know that.

“She smiles so brightly now that you’re in her life. And I’ve seen how she makes you feel, you’ve been smiling all day.”

You looked at your sister, she was smiling at you, but you could tell it was as real as yours.

'She was hoping I’d make a fool of myself.’

‘Probably betting on it, actually.’

Leon let go of your hand, surprising you momentarily before he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, fingers massaging your side as you released a deep breath, stomach in knots.

“I’m so happy for you both. Glad that you were able to find each other in this world. And I’m glad we get to celebrate you both today, as you join as man and wife. May you have many long, happy years of marriage ahead.”

The room erupted in polite cheers, like after every other speech that was given today. Leon tugged on your hand, pulling you off the stage.

He walked you over to your seat, leaning into your ear after you sat down.

“You did amazing, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

You smiled up at him, “thank you.”

He reluctantly let go of your hand, walking back to his seat.

“That was beautiful, I didn’t know you had it in you.” Your sister muttered, annoyed.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t want to deal with her right now, your heart still reeling from Leon’s words.

Eric’s speech was next, but you didn’t pay any attention to him.

You were too busy biting your lip, thinking about Leon, when you started to feel uncomfortably hot.

Your breathing shallowed, coming in quick bursts as you looked down to your trembling hands in confusion.

‘I thought I did a pretty good job, so why is my body acting like this?’

Beads of sweat gathered on your forehead as you swiped at them, the pressure in your chest returning.

It didn’t make sense to you. It was mid-autumn; the days didn’t get above 80 degrees. You never really had a problem with heat, being cold natured made you love the warmth that summer would bring. You and heat got along together like old friends, reuniting after being apart for half the year.

So why were you burning up?

'What the hell is going on?’

'Your guess is as good as mine.’

You excused yourself to the restroom once more, not able to walk straight anymore. You shook your head, immediately regretting it when the world started spinning and you had to hold onto the wall for support.

'I think I’m going to be sick.’

You used the wall to guide you to the restroom, heading to the sink to splash water on your face, just like earlier. You looked up at your reflection as it stared back. Your reflection began shifting slightly as you looked into your eyes, eyes that stared back at you in confusion and worry.

'Did I hit my head or something?’

'Not that I can recall.’

You were getting tired, needing to rest. Leaving the bathroom, you headed toward one of the other doors, there were more empty rooms in this hall, and you didn’t care which one you went to, as long as it had something you can sit on.

'I guess Leon’s face isn’t an option…’

'Not exactly the time.’

You went through the second door down from the restroom, closing it as you looked around, spotting a couch in the middle of the room.

You staggered over to it, sweat running down from your hairline to your neck. You were almost to the couch when you were suddenly on the floor, even more confused.

You looked back and saw a short coffee table that stood in front of the couch, you didn’t even notice it on your way in. You scooted yourself back until your back rested against the bottom of the couch, resting your head back onto the seat of it.

'What am I going to do?’

'Rest for the moment, then see if you can find Leon.’

You nodded to yourself.

'Yeah, he should know what to do.’

Your breathing stayed shallow regardless of the deep breaths you tried to take, heart pounding in your ears.

'I should’ve kept my phone on me, then I could just call him.’

'It’s in one of these rooms, right?’

'Yeah…’

You had set your belongings down in the spare room you got ready in when you arrived at the venue. Your dress didn’t have any pockets, so you left your phone with your bag. The room you got ready in didn’t have a couch in it, though. It only had chairs and accent tables.

Your head was spinning as you closed your eyes.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you left the reception hall, perhaps your sister would come looking for you. She would find you leaning against a couch, then start yelling at you for not being in your seat at the table. The maid of honor was supposed to sit next to the bride, after all.

What a joke.

You shouldn’t have come today. Shouldn’t have been so scared that your parents would do something to you if you didn’t show. You should’ve stayed in bed all day today, snuggling with Leon on one of his rare days off.

But you did come to the wedding, you were afraid of your parents, and you did drag Leon to this stupid wedding on his day off.

“Oh, dear. Are you feeling all right?”

You looked up quickly, the world spinning faster.

“I’m fine,” you squinted at the person, not sure who had entered the room with you. “Just needed a rest, is all.”

You could see them getting closer, walking around the coffee table you tripped over earlier.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?”

The voice was trembling, trying not to sound excited. They wanted to put up a concerned front to mask whatever intentions they had.

The knowledge of this made your blood run cold.

“I don’t mind assisting you…” They rubbed your shoulder slowly.

When did they get so close?

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, head aching from the day’s events. You shook your head, “No, I should be getting back, actually. The bride will kill me if I’m away for too long.”

You pushed yourself up to your feet just as a hand dragged you back down to the floor.

“No need to be in a hurry…” The person gripped your arm so hard you were sure they would leave bruises.

“She is expecting me. I’m sure the speeches are all done by now and she’ll want me there when the cake gets cut.” You muttered, “it wouldn’t leave a good impression on the guests if the maid of honor wasn’t there to support the bride.”

“She’ll be fine without you.”

“Let me go or I’ll set you on fire.” You threatened, although you didn’t have the materials to go through with the threat.

“You know, you have been threatening to kill me all evening, but you’re not so scary when you’re like this.” They said, chuckling.

There was only one person who annoyed you enough today to threaten them repeatedly.

'Eric.’

“What do you want, Eric?” You asked, trying to pull your arm away from his grip.

“I want to help you.”

“Oh really? Because I have a funny feeling that your definition of ‘help’ and my definition of ‘help’ don’t exactly line up.”

“I’ve come to be honest with you, then.” He began, “I have been harder than a rock ever since I first laid eyes on you when we were taking pictures.”

'What a terrible day to have ears.’

He pulled you closer, burying his head in your neck, inhaling your scent.

'Definitely going to be sick.’

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, looking for anything to help you, but you couldn’t focus them on any one thing.

“I’m going to enjoy this.”

Eric kissed your neck before biting down, hard.

He was determined to leave a mark.

'Remind me to kill this fucker when we get out of this.’

'I didn’t have murder on my calendar today, but I can definitely make some time for it.’

You looked around the room again, spotting a vase just out of reach of your foot. You must have knocked it off the coffee table when you tripped over it.

'I don’t want to hear anyone say anything about my clumsiness ever again.’

You carefully maneuvered your foot to pull the vase closer so you could reach it. Your quick breaths masking the sound of the glass being kicked around a tile floor.

“You taste so good, Y/N.”

You had to swallow the bile that rose, focusing instead on getting the vase into your hand. You let out a sigh when you finally got a hold of the vase with your middle and pointer finger, gently pushing it into the rest of your hand.

You had just tucked the vase securely against your leg when Eric pulled back, admiring his work.

“You’re being awfully quiet, what are you thinking about?”

You looked at his face, finding where you would aim the vase. Fluttering your lashes to look innocent, lifting your left hand up to his cheek and running your thumb across his jaw.

“I’ve been thinking…” You began, “about how the world would’ve been like…”

He licked his lips while staring at yours.

“Like what?”

You pulled his face closer to yours, noses just inches apart.

“How the world would’ve been like if your dad had pulled out.”

His aroused look was replaced with anger within a blink of an eye, but you didn’t give him time to act.

You smashed the vase as close to his temple as you could, jumping to your feet once he let go of you.

You stumbled around the coffee table, not wanting to trip on it again. You heard Eric fall to the floor behind you, groaning.

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“Yeah, well, people like you are the reason I’m on medication.”

You began to panic when you heard movement behind you, he was getting up.

“You’ll pay for that, you bitch!”

“Put it on my tab.”

You grabbed the handle of the door, throwing yourself through, you stumbled down the hallway as fast as you could toward the reception hall.

“What is going on here?”

You spotted your sister walking down the hall toward you, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Keep him away from me!” You shouted at her, pointing behind you.

You stopped right next to her, your head trying to catch up with your quick movements as your hands trembled against the wall.

“What do you mean?” Your sister asked, tilting her head at you. “He’s not doing anything to you.”

Your eyes widened, fear sending shivers down your spine.

“He’s chasing me, he-he was trying to throw himself on me!”

Your sister looked back toward the reception hall, then turned back to you.

“Keep your voice down, don’t want to cause a scene.”

“No, I’m pretty sure I definitely want to cause a scene.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Eric finally caught up with you, looking at your sister. “Do you see what she did to me?”

Blood ran down the side of his head, hidden within his hair.

“She smashed a fucking vase into my head.”

Your sister looked at you in anger, slapping you across the face.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I didn’t want this asshole to kiss my neck.”

“You could’ve seriously injured him!”

“That was the plan.” You muttered.

“Eric, take Y/N to one of the spare rooms so she can calm down. Please stay with her, I’m worried she’ll hurt herself in her condition.”

'My condition?’

“How do you know about my condition.”

She smiled at you. “Who do you think gave you the drugs?”

“Drugs?”

“The ones I put in the wine, of course.”

'But the only wine I’ve had was from…’

Eric.

“Although, they told me you shouldn’t be able to move after taking it. I guess you didn’t drink both doses…”

You only had one glass of wine earlier.

So the full cup that sat on the table in front of your chair had also been drugged.

'She orchestrated this whole thing.’

'I’ll add her to the hit list.’

“Why?” You asked, feeling Eric clamp down on your arm.

“I have an agreement with Eric to uphold. You were apart of that.”

Agreement?

She…

“She sold you to me…” Eric whispered in your ear, biting down on your earlobe.

“Do make sure he gets repaid in full.”

“I’ll kill you!” You jumped at your sister, but Eric pulled you back before you could get a hold of her.

She laughed, walking away. “Have fun, you two!”

Eric started pulling you back down to the spare rooms, while you grabbed onto random doorknobs, holding tightly.

“Somebody, help me!” You shouted out, Eric covering your mouth as quickly as he could.

Anger boiled in your chest, replacing the pressure that had previously occupied it.

Anger at yourself for accepting a drink from a stranger you didn’t even know.

Anger at your sister for drugging you.

Anger at this piece of shit who thought he could have his way with you.

Once you felt his chest against your back, you pushed your elbow forward, then ramming it back as hard as you could into his ribs.

He hunched over in pain, hissing.

“Leon!” You shouted, pushing him off you.

You only got a few steps away when your legs were kicked out from under you, making you fall to the floor, hard.

“Leon!”

“Leo-“

Eric crouched down and shut your screams by punching you in the face, stunning you.

“Stop your incessant screams, no one can hear you over the crowd.”

Your jaw throbbed, making your head ache so much that you were sure you would pass out from it. But you were also sure that if you pass out, something bad will happen to you. You fought against the dark spots that dotted your vision, you were panicking again.

But who could blame you in this situation?

You stared daggers into Eric, hatred clear in your eyes.

“Why are you glaring at me so hard?” He laughed.

“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously burst into flames.” You spat.

He straightened, using his foot to push you down until your stomach was pressed against the floor. Then he lifted his leg, pulling it back to deliver a swift kick to your side.

Stars danced in your vision as you tried to curl into a ball, but Eric didn’t let you. He stepped down on your back, adding more pressure every time you tried to move.

“I told you that mouth of yours would get you in trouble.”

“Trouble…seems to be my middle name.” You gasped out, trying to catch your breath.

“With all the trouble you’ve given me today, you better be a good time.”

“Oh, I’ll show you a good time…” You muttered.

‘If only I had some gasoline…and a blowtorch. Then I would be able to show this bastard a good time…’

He roughly pushed down on your back before taking his foot off.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, dragging you closer to the rooms, and you knew you were running out of time. You didn’t think another vase would fall from the sky to aid in your escape.

You had to think.

And fast.

You kicked the back of his knee as hard as you could, forcing him to the ground grunting in pain.

“You bitch!”

“And the sky is blue, what’s new?”

He reached for your leg but only grasped air as you pulled your leg back as far as you could before kicking him in the side of his head. You kicked him again and again and-

“Y/N? What do you think you’re doing?”

You looked over to your mother, briskly walking toward you.

“Hey, did you bring a blowtorch with you today?” You asked her.

“What in the world are you doing to him, Y/N?!”

You looked down at Eric, he was unconscious, blood seeping from his mouth. He must’ve bitten his tongue while you were kicking him.

Good.

“Well, I wanted to show him a good time, but I need a blowtorch for that.”

She reached out and slapped you, hard.

You stared at her wide-eyed, then narrowed your eyes.

‘I’m tired of everyone thinking they can hit me whenever they want.’

“Enough of the sarcasm, just tell me what the hell is going on here?”  

“This…disgusting bastard,” You gritted, gesturing to Eric, “tried to have his way with me, so I did what I had to do, even though I should’ve done much more.”

“He…tried to force you to…”

“Yes.”

Your mother opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

“Apparently, your favorite daughter sold me to him in some kind of agreement they made.”

You placed your hand on the wall for support, head still spinning.

“…Did…did he…?” She couldn’t even get the words out.

“No.” You whispered.

You looked at you for a moment, running her eyes up and down your person, checking for something. You leaned back, leaning against the wall before sliding down to the floor.

“My head is still a bit fuzzy. I’m just glad I was able to do what I did.” You let out a breath.

Leon had been training you in self-defense, but you haven’t gotten very far as of late. Your training sessions always got…steamy, which took most of the time away from the session.

But you weren’t complaining.

Eric groaned, waking up and slowly looking around.

“What happened?”

You held your head in your hand. “You got your ass beat. Or should I say head?”

“You fucking bitch.” He spat. “Making jokes even at a time like this.”

“Where was the joke?”

“I should’ve-“

“Learn how to take no for an answer?” You offered, “I agree.”

“Eric, tell me what happened.” Your mother looked at him.

“Y/N wasn’t feeling well, so I thought I would take her to rest in one of the spare rooms.” He pushed up to a sitting position, glaring daggers at you while rubbing his bleeding head. “But I guess she didn’t want to go, a simple ‘no’ would’ve sufficed.”

You whipped your head around at him, making your vision dance while you glared back at him.

“You have ten fingers now, don’t you?” You asked, tilting your head. “Wouldn’t you like to keep it that way?”

“You see how violent she is towards me?”

“If she isn’t then I will be.”

You smiled, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. You didn’t have to be on the defense, waiting for Eric to make a move against you anymore.

You were safe now.

Leon crouched down next to you, eyeing your bruising cheek.

“Who did this to you?” He gently brushed his fingers over the splotchy red and purple of the bruise.

You grabbed his hand and held it to your face, leaning into his palm.

You recounted everything that happened to him, watching how his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. He moved your hair out of the way to get a better look at your neck, teeth gritting while his eyes glared at each mark he saw. He turned to look at your mother.

“Call the police and tell them to come here quickly.”

“Yes.” She said and ran off.

You’ve never seen your mother run before.

“Do we really need the police?” Eric asked him.

Leon cracked his knuckles, “you will want them here.”

“Oh, will I?”

“You’ll want them to come pull me off you before I make you die a slow and painful death.”

Eric’s eyes widened at Leon’s look of murderous intent.

“Did you want a headstone? Because I was thinking of tying cinder blocks to you and throwing you in the ocean…” Leon turned to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, stay here.” He growled out.

‘I’m definitely sucking his dick later.’

‘You and me both.’

Leon stood, grabbing Eric by his collar and dragging him into the nearest room. He slammed the door shut and you heard the lock click.

‘He’s going to make what I did to Eric look like child’s play.’

You didn’t hear anything coming from the room for a few minutes.

“I didn’t, I-I swear I-“

Those were the last coherent words you heard from that room; his screams filled the silence. You shook your head, trying to shake away the fuzziness. You were slowly getting over the drug in your system, you were glad you didn’t drink from both glasses.

Who knows what could’ve happened to you if you had.

“What the hell is going on down here?!”

Your sister was running down the hall with a pissed off look on her face.

She must’ve heard Eric screaming.

“Bonding.”

“who’s in there with Eric?”

“Leon.”

She ran up to the door and started pounding on it.

“What is your crazy boyfriend doing to him?!”

“Hopefully crazy things.” You spat, pushing yourself to a standing position.

You walked over to your sister, putting your hand on her shoulder. She slowly turned to face you as you punched her as hard as you could. Satisfied when she fell to the ground.

She was always so fragile, never could take a punch or even a slap.

“We were supposed to be family,” you shook your hand, glaring at her. “I know we had a shitty relationship before this, but to do…to plan something like this?”

“This was beyond fucked up.” You crouched down and grabbed her cheeks, squishing them together harshly. “You’re lucky I don’t fucking end you. But that would be a mercy, so you’re going to continue to live but I’ll see to it you rot away in prison.”

Her eyes widened in fear.

“And if you don’t rot in prison…”

You slammed the back of her head into the floor. “Then you better hope I never find you.”

The police came shortly after you confronted your sister. They had to kick the door down and have three men pull Leon off Eric.

You gave them your statement and watched as they arrested Eric…well, you thought it was Eric anyways, Leon had beat him until he was unrecognizable.

They arrested your sister too and took the second cup of wine in to test what drug was used. They asked if you wanted them to escort you to the hospital, but you declined.

Other than a few scrapes and bruises, you were fine.

Eric had told Leon the agreement he had with your sister. Apparently, he and your sister met up the other day, to talk business. Your sister had gone into bankruptcy and needed financial help. Eric was hesitant to help, until your sister offered you as the cherry on top.

“He met up with her as a favor to Brandon, stalling her long enough so Brandon could have a go with his other woman, and he didn’t your sister to walk in on them.” Leon told you, shaking his head in disgust.

Two weeks later:

You were reading an article about your sisters’ arrest. Her mug shot looked like an excellent gift for her next birthday, you’ll have to go shopping for a frame.

Brandon decided to file a divorce against your sister after hearing about her bankruptcy. Apparently, cheating is okay but losing all your money is a step too far.

You haven’t heard much from your parents. Your father wasn’t a very emotional man, so he pretty much brushed it under the rug. Your mother looked more worried, which shocked the hell out of you. She never showed any concern for you before, only anger and hatred. You didn’t try to reach out to them, glad to go back to no contact.

Eric was awaiting his trial, but you didn’t think he would get a long sentence, predators like him usually didn’t. But you had sent a letter to him, informing him to never seek you out, or he would wish Leon had sunk him in the ocean that day.

You looked at the time on the computer and smiled. Leon should be getting home soon after a week-long mission. He was hesitant to leave you so soon after what happened, but you assured him you were fine.

And you were.

You had been lucky that things didn’t go as far as Eric wanted them to. You had to count your blessings where you could.

You shut off the computer and spun around in the office chair. You missed Leon and can’t wait to shower him in kisses once he walked through the door of your shared apartment.

Although you couldn’t remember much from the wedding due to the drugs and your anxiety, you would always remember it as a disastrous wedding.

Ukraine, 26th Feb, 2022

A friend of mine told me yesterday that he didn’t realise how much Ukraine meant to him until now. I posted yesterday about the time we spent there, and we’re all getting super pre-occupied about the invasion. As I said in that post, I can’t get our waitress out of my head. I can sort of remember what she looked like now. She had an undercut. I think maybe her hair might have been blue? But - I will never know if she lives through this, and it’s driving me very slightly mad.

So naturally, my husband spent all day yesterday obsessively researching everything he could about it with the help of his journalist friends, as a way to help me process it.

This post is me putting it all in order, as a way to try and process my own emotional response as much as anything else (I freely admit there is an element of self-indulgence here). Please don’t take me as the spokesperson for Ukraine right now, nor as a solid reliable news source. But, I haven’t seen this stuff except in bits and pieces on Tumblr, so here we go.

(This is also not about why the invasion has happened. This post is solely about what has happened, and how the invasion is going.)

So, Putin and the rest of the world believed that this invasion would take 1-4 days. The plan was to push through fast, take Kyiv, and force Volodymyr Zelenskyy, the Ukrainian President, to surrender. Given Russia’s military might, it really looked likely.

Here is the conclusion of all that’s happened so far:

Ukraine is absolutely nailing this??? Actually???

They managed to defend every single city overnight, including Kyiv. They started rolling out and using these WW2-style anti-tank thingies that look a bit like angry gabbions, look, here’s a picture of one being delivered:

A bunch of spare iron girders turned into a hefty octopus of Russian misery, basically.

But it’s not just tanks they’re taking down, oh no. Ukraine successfully shot down a transport plane 20km from Kyiv. That is, I shit you not, the single biggest hit to the Russian military since the Second Chechen War. Volunteers from Lithuania, Poland, Latvia, Estonia, Azerbaijan and Israel are all entering Ukraine to help fight and bolster the anti-Russian forces, which is probably illustrative of how Eurovision voting is going to run for the next decade. Most countries have banned Russian planes from their air space. To help stop the Russian advance, Ukraine has made and installed new road signs, like this one:

I can only say a handful of sentences in Ukrainian, Tumblrs, but as I understand it, from top to bottom, it says:

“Fuck off”

“Fuck off again”

“Fuck off Russia”

Meanwhile, it turns out the Russian military might we feared is… possibly not quite as advertised?

They’re underfunded and badly trained. Ukraine captured 200 soldiers in one go, and most of them were confused 19 year olds with no training. The equipment is shite. The tanks keep running out of fuel. Russian soldiers keep abandoning their tanks and handing them over to the Ukrainian army. Putin’s plan was to take Kyiv fast and move on, and he didn’t have a plan B - hence these kids, playing soldier. Here is an image of a Russian tank receiving roadside assistance from Russia’s finest, an old Lada.  

No one expected Zelenskyy to survive the night; but he did. America offered him asylum in the White House.

But he said no. 

Zelenskyy remains in Kyiv, with his people.

And Putin, in his desperation to be adored, has turned Zelenskyy into a global icon and hero.

Here is something you may not know about Volodymyr Zelenskyy - he used to be a standup comedian. Was he any good? No idea - but what he IS good at is producing funny short videos he can put on Twitter and that, which are absolutely fantastic for Ukrainian morale. And morale is vital in an invasion like this, and Ukraine are smashing it out of the park there.

They are utilising the internet to its fullest extent. In addition to Zelenskyy’s videos, they’ve made sure that the final words of the Ukrainian defenders of Snake Island are known and now echoed around the world: “Russian warship, go fuck yourselves.” A video has gone viral of Ukrainians mocking a group of Russian soldiers whose tank had broken down and who didn’t know the way to Kyiv anyway, presumably because of all the new road signs. They have created a website that lists every single Russian death they can identify, partly so Russian mothers can have closure (thus also painting themselves as the defenders of decency and humanity), and partly for the enormous morale boost of the world knowing, categorically, that they’ve already killed 3700 Russian soldiers (over 100 of which were from that transport plane.)  Not one word has leaked of Ukrainian casualties. I’m sure they’re devastating, but for morale purposes, they’re being kept quiet until the dust settles. Ukrainians have started setting up fake Tindr profiles to catfish Russian soldiers for intel, and they’re all 19 and lost, so it’s working. Plus, they’re using Grindr to actually track where the soldiers are, because it turns out Putin was not entirely correct about there being no gays in Russia.

So, Russia wants to cut their internet access. Can the Ukrainian Minister for Digital Transformation, Mykhailo Fedorov, shame a billionaire into providing aid?

This is crucial, remember. Atrocities happen best in the dark, and the world is watching - because of the internet. Morale is vital to maintain. Can they convince Elon Musk to help?

Yep.

Ukraine now has the fastest internet service in the world. The fastest, most stable internet service in human history, in fact. Russia cannot now disable it. The world watches.

Which is just as well, because then Anonymous decided to get involved, and have leaked the website database of the Russian Ministry of Defence. Lol. Also this happens:

And then the Russian propaganda channels started broadcasting the truth of what is happening in Ukraine. Double lol.

So what is the political response?

Well, in addition to closing airspace to Russian planes, loads of countries are sending weapons to Ukraine. Those that can’t are offering asylum. They’re also offering asylum to any Russian soldiers who surrender or defect, which is startlingly good tactics, and there are rumours of around 5000 Russian soldiers who have done just that. Germany, of course, has long had a block on lethal weapons transfer; but Germany recognise this shit for what it is. They’ve lifted the block, thus allowing the Netherlands to send weapons. Efforts are now underway to fast-track Ukraine into the EU. I presume they will consider the lack of pint glasses with crowns on to be a worthwhile price to pay.

So what about Russia’s supporters?

Belarusian leader Alexander Lukashenka helped Russia with this invasion. Now, this has happened:

Sviatlana Tsikhanouskaya was actually elected president, but some wild nonsense kept her out of power. She’s now running a government in exile. I have literally no idea what this means or will mean! But my god. She has a spine of steel, and this is not a good time to be happening for Putin. 

And it’s really, really not, because then intel on a meeting of Putin and assembled Oligarchs LEAKS (hello Anonymous, probably). The highlights:

This war is costing Russia $15bn a day

He expected it to take ONE TO FOUR DAYS TO WIN

It’s been two days and he is losing very badly, currently

They will run out of rockets by day 4, maybe sooner

After that they will be down to rifles and ammo

It will take 3-4 months to make more significant weapons, except they need raw materials, and the countries that can provide them… have cut supply lines

If the war lasts 10 days, Russia will have completely run out of money and weapons

It’s only day 2, and Russian soldiers are knocking the doors of random Ukrainian homes begging for food and water because they’ve already run out

So, out of desperation, Putin turns to his greatest, closest and most trusted ally for help: Kazakhstan. 

And Kazakhstan

SAYS NO

And then Ukraine shoots down a second Russian plane.

Anyway, I’m going to finish off with a final point. Morale is vital in this situation, so here is the message from the Ukrainian government at the minute, to everyone watching around the world:

Be VERY SUSPICIOUS of any negative news about Ukraine. Russia uses misinformation and propaganda. They will want to damage Ukrainian morale.

Use your social media to spread news of Ukrainian victories. 

Don’t give oxygen to negative stories. Especially since they might not be true.

That’s genuinely something we can do to help. Every victory of Ukraine, blast it far and wide. So on that note, I’ll leave you with this:

Congrats to Natalia Antonova’s cousin’s son.

MASTERLIST

LEON S. KENNEDY

What Does The ‘S’ Stand For?      NSFW Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Smut, Humor / AO3

Blue Is His Favourite Colour Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Angst, Fluff, Jealousy / AO3

The Super Agent’s Weakness Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Fluff, Playing with Leon’s hair 

The Kennedy Technique Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Fluff, Cuddle with Leon 

Leon’s Favourite Music Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Fluff, Cuddle with Leon 

Five Stages of Fatherhood Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Angst, Fatherhood / AO3

Lost Youth              NSFW Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Smut, Angst and Fluff, Age difference / AO3

CHRIS REDFIELD

Pollen            NSFW Chris Redfield x Reader / Smut, Mid Dub!Con, Sex Pollen / AO3

Working Out BSAA-Style           NSFW Chris Redfield x Reader / Smut, Training with Chris / AO3

Made in Heaven               NSFW Chris Redfield x Reader / Smut, S.T.A.R.S Chris 

Let The Rain Take Your Nightmare Away Chris Redfield x Reader / Angst, Fluff, Rain, slight PTSD

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

Green-Eyed Monster Carlos Oliveira x Reader / Angst, Jealousy

He Shouldn’t Have Done That  (Status: Complete) Part 1 / Part 2 Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Angst, Alcoholism, Depression, Death / AO3

Under Her Extra-Large Umbrella         NSFW          (Status: Complete) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 Chris Redfield x Reader / Fluff, Angst, Smut / AO3

I’ll Make An Agent Out Of You          NSFW         (Status: 2/4) Part 1 / Part 2 Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Smut /  AO3

I Trusted You With My Heart  (Status: Complete) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Angst, Fluff / AO3

Holidays            NSFW (Status: 2/3) Part 1 / Part 2 Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Angst/ Slow Burn/ Smut /

The Four Commandents For Being S*x Friends             NSFW (Status: Complete) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / AO3 Leon S. Kennedy x Reader / Friends with benefits / Slow Burn/ Smut 

Sherry x Jake Headcanon     NSFW

Jill Valentine x Fem!Reader Headcanon   NSFW

RE Boys and their type of girls

RE Boys reacting to their SO taking a bullet for them

Do You Know Your Alphabet? - NSFW Edition feat Leon S.Kennedy

Do You Know Your Alphabet? - NSFW Edition feat Chris Redfield

Jealous! Leon S. Kennedy       NSFW

A section dedicated to my opinions on characters, games, ships etc…

Nothing RE related for now. Though you can find my DMC stories on my AO3 page or on ssson-of-sparda 

The worse this situation in Ukraine is getting the more i hate the jokes americans make about it. All of those "vladdy look at me this isn't u 🥺" "not me living through ww3" and "i don't wanna get drafted" jokes are just in bad taste to me. If it were my country, i would not want people to joke about it this way.

And i see so many of them go "well we use humor to cope" literally from what? What do you need to cope from? The traumatic event of watching the news and seeing footage of something that's happening hundreds of miles away from you? That's no different from any other war that's been happening over the last two decades though. Wars that America has very much been involved in. So why is this different to you? Because "white" countries are involved now?

Before you joke think about what you're saying. American teens and young adults are probably as far removed from this conflict as can be, which is why you find it so easy to joke about this. I have also seen brits and other west europeans make jokes so ofc americans aren't the only ones, but you are the majority. I have yet to see east europeans make jokes though. Why? Because they realize how serious this situation is and jokes don't help.

Meanwhile Ukrainians have to sit and watch their land be invaded. They are losing their homes. I stand with Ukraine 💙💛

three important things to remember right now:

1. do not share ANY information about the place, the state, and the members of Ukrainian army. don't like it, don't reblog it, don't even write about it.

2. if you want to get information, do not look for carrds or twt threads. turn on your tv, read a newspaper, look for journalists and officials. do not trust random internet users and do not spread the disinformation and propaganda that is already circulating around here. double check every account you see talking about what's happening before deciding to share it further.

3. listen to Ukrainians.

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Okay but scariusaquarius writes one of the best leon fics I’ve read, I love them so much 😭

ID Leon when you get a flavoured chapstick mMMMMM- i've got a cherries' one 👀 like the man can't stop kissing you especially when you reapply throughout your day, Leon just HAS to make out with you

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Leon's favorite flavor was cherry.

He figured that out the first time you had ever changed up your chapstick, grabbing a cherry one instead of your usual that you always bought, and when he had kissed you in the morning after you had applied it, the man couldn't stop licking his lips.

It tasted so sweet; just like the cherry pie his grandmother would make for Thanksgiving when she was still alive. Leon had been craving for another taste since he had departed from you in the halls of the DSO to begin working.

When he saw you again, your smile bright as he approached you, Leon didn't hesitate to kiss you again. His hand cupped your cheek, lips pressed firmly against your soft lips, and he realized with glee that you had repplied the chapstick.

Leon had pulled away, licking his lips all the while as you became shy, pressing a hand against his chest and teasing that the two of you were still at work. Leon couldn't care.

His favorate flavor was cherry, so he wasn't going to refuse himself from such a sweet treat.

Every time Leon passed you by or you had to swing by to drop stuff off for him, Leon would give you such firm kisses, licking his lils before sending you on your way.

When the day was done, the two of you meeting up to travel home, Leon went in for anther cherry kiss before your finger stopped him.

"What is it?"

"If you wanted to use my chapstick, all you had to do was ask."

You were holding up the pink stick, a subtle smile on your lips, and Leon chuckled, pulling you close.

"It doesnt taste as good when I don't get to kiss it off your lips."

"Oh, please. You're such a flirt. Take the chapstick, would you? I bought another stick just for you."

Leon shook his head, taking the stick before kissing you deeply, this time rubbing his tongue against your lip and smirking when you softly sighed against him.

"Hm, I'll keep risking professionalism, but thanks for the offer~"