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psychospore · 2 years ago

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Speak Now

A/N: Hello Weekend! First of all, just wanted to say thank you to everyone who continues to support my fics here. You guys rock <3 (PS Special shoutout to @lokisgoodgirl for her amazing work and guidance towards new fic writers like me. xx)

A bit inspired after hearing Speak Now :D

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Summary: Falling in love with your best friend scared you so much that when he confessed his feelings, a series of misunderstandings followed leading him to almost marry a princess from Alfheim.

Word count: 1570

Pairing: Prince!Loki x Asgardian!Reader

Warnings: Angst, bit of fluff

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You have known Loki since you were kids. Being a noble-born, you had the privilege to visit the palace and spend your time reading books and practicing magic along with him. He was your best friend and you knew you were his too.

Realizing your growing feelings towards him as you both reach young adulthood, you were alarmed that this might put your friendship at risk. You were concerned that it's only your heart flutters every time he walks around the room, how you feel special when he shows you secret places around the palace that only he knows just so you could both read your books together in silence.

You were worried that he won't reciprocate those feelings and outright reject you - ending your friendship with him. You tried so hard to hide away these feelings, but the more you hid them, the stronger it grows.

Unbeknownst to you, Loki also felt the same - the same growing emotions and the same fear of getting rejected. You don't know how much he appreciates seeing your wide-eyed wonder as you gaze at the moonlit skies of Asgard. How he's the reason you laugh every time he tells you of his crazy adventures and mischief around the palace.

With the pressure your parents are putting on you in finding a suitable partner, you decided to receive offers from suitors, thinking it's a good idea to distract you. You obviously told Loki about this, and he didn't really like the idea of you meeting random men who you don't even have a connection with.

After several failed attempts in finding a suitor, you gave up. Most were just creepy guys who either just wants you for your body or for your family's position. There are a few who seemed decent but they haven't really followed through after your first meeting.

Most really didn't care how about your wits and magic - they only want a meek and submissive trophy wife to bed - this irked Loki just thinking about it. In a pang of jealousy, he decided to finally confess his feelings to you once and for all.

Odin already nagged him for quite some time about getting married, stating the political advantages for a person in his position. He tried holding it off as much as he can since he was well aware his heart already belongs to you. But he can't go on with all this uncertainty, not now when Odin has plans to betroth him to a princess from Alfheim.

He invited you for a walk in his mother's garden. You were still frustrated with your failed attempts in dating and you were ranting all about it to Loki when you noticed his stern expression staring at you, You asked him what was wrong as you both stopped in your tracks to face each other. He leaned closer to you, his one hand cupping the small of your back, the other cupping your face. His warm breath caressed your face before his lips lock into yours for a kiss - your first kiss. Your eyes slowly shut as your tongues snaked against each other, moaning in each other's mouths. What could be more perfect than this?

It felt like time has stopped at that moment. Only the moon and the starry sky bore witness. You almost melted in his arms, only to be replaced with a wave of panic when a stray thought came to mind. Was he just doing this out of pity because you can't find a suitor? You pushed him away as your eyes stared at him - like a cornered prey. You felt your whole body jittered and before he could even explain himself, you ran straight home - not even looking back.

Loki was perplexed - he didn't know what went wrong but it was a clear sign of rejection for him. His head hung low at what just happened, solidifying his resolve to move on from you and entertain the betrothal offered to him instead.

Months passed and you never saw Loki again. You spent your days secluded from the rest of the world that your parents were starting to get worried about your condition. You heard from the servants that he met the Alfheim princess and he was fallen head over heels for her and that he wanted to get married as soon as possible.

You received an invitation to his wedding, written in the finest parchment with fancy lettering in the darkest ebony ink. It felt like daggers piercing straight through your heart hearing such news and seeing his name along with another in an announcement of marriage but then again, he was your best friend and he deserved to have your blessing on his wedding day.

Despite looking deathly pale and sickly, you managed to find enough energy to consume food on the days leading to his wedding. With barely enough energy, you managed to fit into a beautiful emerald gown and covered yourself with makeup, your hair carefully coiffed with the help of your chambermaids.

You arrived at the hall, people from different realms were there but no sign of Loki. Soon, different men started to hound you - them knowing full well that your hand is still open for marriage and they wanted to take this opportunity to converse with you. It felt overwhelming having not seen a lot of people these past few months when suddenly they made way for a particular person to walk towards you.

Loki - he looked exquisite in his fine Asgardian garb. His hair was neatly slicked back and he never looked more regal than before. You mustered your courage to give him a tight smile and a curtsy.

"Prince Loki" you bowed down, "Congratulations on your marriage"

"Walk with me," he commanded.

You strolled in silence for a bit in the garden outside, until he broke the deafening quietness with his soft voice, "I'm sorry for what happened that night. I shouldn't have done that"

"I understand, it's alright. I knew you were just doing it for me out of pity - for my lack of marriage potential," you half-jokingly said.

"Darling, it's that what you think it was?" his brows furrowed

"Is it not?"

"No - why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared, I've been in love with you and I don't want to lose our friendship because of it"

He cupped your face, which caught you by surprise, "Darling, why do you think I scared all those suitors away? I was jealous - and I've been falling hard for you, that's why I invited you that night - to confess my feelings but I was at loss for words and I hoped that kiss would clear things up - but it did not."

"you're saying - you had feelings... romantic feelings for me too?"

"Yes - and I still do. I thought when you broke away from that kiss in sheer terror, you were outright rejecting me. It broke my heart so bad, and I tried reaching out to you but your servants told me that you won't see anyone. That is when I decided on accepting my father's proposal of getting married to the princess,"

You felt tears flowing out, heat emanating from your eyes upon hearing his words, everything was just a series of misunderstandings and it was too late for you - both of you.

A servant walked towards you, and you hurriedly wiped down your tears. He informed Loki that the ceremony was about to start. He looked at you crestfallen after hearing your confession, but you faintly smiled and urged him to go inside first.

You wanted to break down and cry there but you knew that had to wait for now. You took several deep breaths before going back inside, making sure there are no traces of your tears left, and finding yourself a seat just as the ceremony was about to start.

Loki was standing so wonderfully in front as his bride slowly walks down the aisle. They are a perfect match, highborn royalties - you could only imagine yourself in her place but you halt the thought as it started crushing your heart again.

He took her hand and whispered something in his ear, which made him look in your direction. You smiled at him before they both turned towards the officiant.

A part of you wanted to stop the wedding, now that you both know that you are in love with each other - but it was too late to speak now. Your head drops as they were about to start their vows - there was silence and a gasp shortly followed after.

The bride was walking towards your direction and gently grabbed you by the wrist and whispered, "he told me all about you - I think you both deserve to have a second chance in love" she gently smiled.

"But.. the wedding... all these people" you protested.

"I didn't even want to have this wedding in the first place knowing full well I am not marrying for love, Loki made me realize that. Rest assured, all is in control and there would still be a wedding," she winked as she hands you the bunch of flowers she was holding.

Your face blushed as she leads you to the aisle, and hands you over to Loki.

The ceremony ended with you marrying your best friend, sealing it with kisses, rings, and vows of forever, and merriment following shortly after.

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kellycataclysm · 5 months ago

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for a while now, i've been feeling like writing a sdv story myself, as i've been reading many fics lately (yours included and by far my favorite) and daydreaming a lot (i need escapism). however, it's been a loooong time since i've written anything like this. when i was 15/16, i wrote an entire (unfinished) original story that haunts me to this day, but i lost the original files and now it lives only in my head. it's been 8 years. so far, i had many original ideas that i long to write, but never do, but i have never written fanfiction and that makes me a little insecure. why did you decide to write lyra and harvey's story? i'd love to hear your takes on writing fanfiction, as i really look up to you in a way. xx

ps. there's another detail as i desire to write in english (everything i read is in english), but i am non native, as i once told you, and even though i write in english all the time in university (english major anyone?), it dreads me to fuck things up and embarrass myself.

Thank you for asking this. I am so humbled that you thought of me. I am so honoured and grateful to you. As I always say, thank you for loving my two dorks.

Why did I decide to write? I was once referred to as ‘a writer without a story’. I could write if I put my mind to it. However, I needed an idea. My sister, who is a prolific fanfic writer for another fandom encouraged me to try fanfic. In her words, if she could do it, then so could I.

I started playing Stardew a few years ago but only began reading fics at the start of 2023. I spent nine months consuming everything but it wasn’t until I was in a period of stress at work that I realised I needed some escapism

I was inspired by many writers, but there were a few who were a huge influence. Their writing helped me to develop the characterisation for my version of Harvey and at the time, my nameless farmer. (Lyra got her name about four months after I started her story). The fics I read also helped to determine the story I wanted to write. I was drawn to a number of angst/ mutual pining fics that seemed to suit the melancholy mood that my ideas were taking at the time. In fact, the first story idea I had was a break-up story in which my farmer would leave Shane for Harvey… exactly what I had done in my save file at the time.

BUT then, the idea of a slow burn within an established relationship came to me. I didn’t want to follow the path within the game, but wanted to use the valley as if it was a real world location for a struggling relationship. I used elements of the fandom to suit the things I wanted to explore. All the spicy fics came later because I read many and was curious to try writing it. I then realised that I could have a little fun with this, using year one spicy fics to explore the relationship I was saving in my long fic.

I still love writing both the melancholy content and the fluffy/ flirty spicy fics and have so many tropes and ideas I would love to explore. I love that a fandom like Stardew allows you to choose the elements you want to play with. For me I use real world elements but I read so many fics from writers who develop beautiful AUs or work with the supernatural/ fantasy elements that the game offers.

I am finding that within this little universe, the possibilities are endless. I have friends who have written huge casts of original characters, and have other friends who are already developing their next farmer for their next fic. You could set a story in the future, in the 1950s, or during the Regency. I didn’t know that fanfic gave us this opportunity to explore so many avenues and I only wish I’d found it years ago!

When it comes to writing, many people have different ways of working, and you make it suit yourself and your schedule. I write almost every day (no set word count) so that I can stay with their story until it is finished. If I am too tired or don’t have the mental capacity to write, I read what I am working on so that the ideas stay fresh. I am quite structured in how I do this, but this is to suit me so that I can finish Lyra and Harvey’s story and I fully understand that this wouldn’t suit everyone. I haven’t read much since I started writing and have a reading list I want to get back to soon. It’s almost time to feed the creative brain cells!

As to your writing, it is so amazing that you wrote an original work before. I think that once the muse awakens, you can feel comfortable that everyone here is trying their best and trying to have a little fun. There are no rules. You can also join online communities of others in the fandom or chat with other writers if you want to brainstorm things. I am in a few servers but have a close group of writer friends that I chat with almost every day and we support each other in our writing. You can also ask people you are close with to beta read for you. You also don’t have to post online until you feel comfortable. We all have some level of anonymity and that is quite comforting, but when you do make friends in your fandom, people are very welcoming.

I am completely convinced that you will do just fine and look forward to reading what you write when you choose to do so.

Thank you again for dropping into my inbox. You’re welcome any time! <3

#stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months ago

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Impressive anon here again!

I’ve just been going through a mini crisis over here and I didn’t think to come here and rant bc I usually use this to talk about gender identity and other crisis’. But this is affecting my sleep now so I shall burden you once more with a new issue ..

So today’s little problem is about a possible crush. I think I have a crush. Yes I know pretty sad of me to be this old and to have never been in a relationship so I don’t even know if this is a crush. But, that’s besides the point.

So, I met this girl at work a couple weeks ago and I was like training her. Side note �� I’m a really awkward person but being around her was somewhat easy? Anyway ever since that day, every time I see her we make effort to say hello to eachother (yes I know that’s bare minimum but for me it’s a lot) she even asked me a question about if my skin gets irritated bc my job has reason for her to ask that 😭.

Anyway, today I trained her again — and I had to literally resist the urge to tell her that she is very pretty. And that her voice is so soothing. I mean obviously I wouldn’t say that bc firstly, I hardly know her, secondly, I have no idea if she is straight or not or if she has a partner or anything! And lastly bc I am an idiot and when she asked how she was going I said DECENT! DECENT? I should have said something better than decent???

Ok now my crisis is mainly that idk if this is a crush or not, mainly bc I’ve never really had one… and like what do I do if this is a crush?? And how would I know if she is into me as well? And fuck this is too much :’(

I apologise in advance for this outburst haha as I said I wasn’t going to come on here and rant but I need advice and my friends are all busy and my family would kill me if they knew I might be crushing on a girl so this is really the only place I could come to for this..

Thanks cas xx

Ps - your advice really helps me and I cannot thank you enough for everything you have helped me with <3

Hi hon!

Okay, let’s take a deep breath. Rather than deciding right away if this is a crush or if she likes you too, could you get to know her more? She’s new at your job, I’m sure she wants to at least make friends. Follow her on instagram, ask for her number to text about open shifts. Get to know her as a friend! I think after you do that, you’ll be able to figure out how you feel- and you’ll have time to catch hints about how she feels.

And as far as your family, I’m so sorry. It sucks that they aren’t supportive. But I support you and we’ll figure this out as we go ❤️

#asks #ask #ask cas #impressive anon

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tayfabe75 · 11 months ago

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Hang on a minute, what I said recently about Taylor Swift has been totally taken out of context and painted me out to be some idiot misogynist. Now I may admit to being an idiot on occasion but I am not a misogynist. That suggestion makes me really sad. For the sake of truth and clarity what I said was. A. We never dated and B. When speculation suggested we were dating I was for a very short time immersed in a celebrity world that I found confusing and scary. At that time I had fears of being "somebody's boyfriend" (remember this is all speculation as we never dated!) before even being recognized for my music or presence as a person in my own right. I said that I felt the idea of being "someone's boyfriend" before establishing myself as an artist in my own right would feed into the type of dinosaur thinking that all men are afflicted with. NEWSFLASH!!!!! Men are stupid and sometimes think about stuff like that!! OMG!! What a revelation!! To be attacked for pointing out the ridiculousness of my own irrational fears via any publication through the use of an out of context quote is a tough pill to swallow. Sure, many people will say if you don't want stuff printed then don't say it, but we all have the right to be quoted fairly, right? The truly annoying thing is Laura Barton, the journalist who wrote the piece from which said "quote" was pulled, understands what I was saying completely and was in no way trying to sensationalize or decontextualize it, but one media publication leapt at the opportunity to do just that knowing many others would follow. Now I don't pride myself on being more intelligent or worldly or wise, progressive or even regressive than the next man but I DO pride myself on being honest. I was being HONEST about all the thoughts, feelings and situations that come along when people ASSUME you are dating the most famous woman on the planet. I am telling you from experience, it's an all consuming whirlwind and something that for me elicited a lot of self-exploration. Now if you want to talk about Taylor Swift that is easy… Since she came to my show in December of 2014 I would say that 90% of journalists that have interviewed me have asked me about either her as a person or what our "interaction" was like. I have said on countless occasions that I found her to be one of the most gracious, hard working, creatively gifted, and beautiful women that I have had the pleasure to meet. I personally have a lot of respect and admiration for her. Why would I not? There are countless positive things I have said about her but these quotes aren't as interesting and don't appeal to the keyboard bound social warriors that patrol the internet making sure we can all sleep at night (yes, I'm being sarcastic and rolling my eyes). Now imagine what it's like for her, bless her. I didn't even date Taylor, but the media's incessant and brutal obsession with her has meant that even a guy who DIDN'T DATE HER has been so battered by their never ending questioning that he's inevitably said something that can be lifted and molded into something that resembled "shade". It's really sad. Finally, to whoever lifted that "quote" first knowing it would spread around the media world…. Fuck your sensationalism and your sidebar of shame. You're the true misogynist and upholder of patriarchal oppression. You try and morally absolve yourself by "defending Taylor" when it is YOU that cultivates an environment in which people's personal life's are fair game for your petty speculation and entertainment. If you want to pick fights, do your research and pick fights with the right people and not people who actually stand for something positive. Go fuck yourself. Matty xx PS. Thanks to all the fans who have stood up for me I appreciate it xx

March 19, 2016: Matty posts an open letter to address the controversy surrounding his comments regarding Taylor Swift during his interview with Q Magazine. (source) (original comments here and follow-up clarification from author here)

#tatty #maylor #taylor x matty #year: 2016 #march 2016 #quote: matty healy #matty's character #matty's values #apology #matty mentions taylor #topic: gender roles #topic: fears #topic: controversy #emasculation controversy #matty's controversies #matty's apologies #era: iliwys #get to know them #source: coup de main

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amzelindistress · 9 months ago

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Every time I think wow, I haven't felt this low in a really long time! I end up sinking even lower into my depression. It's getting really, really bad again. Excruciatingly bad. (I haven't reverted to self-harm, tho. Yet.)

I feel so... worthless. hopeless. empty. void. numb.

I'm tired of having to explain why I'm no longer making XX amount, or why I'm not working, or what I'm doing during the days. I know she doesn't mean anything by it, but my mom keeps bringing it up and it just makes me feel bad. I was just mentioning today how I am only aiming to make X amount a week right now because CS has been exhausting me and she mentioned how I used to make XX amount. And once again I had to explain (for the umpteenth time) how AI has basically stolen my job/livelihood. (And I know she has ADHD and trouble paying attention/retaining the information I give her and I know she doesn't mean to make me feel bad. But it does. I was doing so well financially and now I'm not. It feels like there's a hole in my stomach and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger. (whoever said money doesn't buy happiness was a damn liar.))

I have a lot that I need to do and figure out but it's hard. And honestly, I have... I wouldn't say high support needs, as an autistic person, but they definitely aren't low, either. Medium? I don't know. But I'm not getting the support I need. (ps: I wish I could afford an official diagnosis. I wish I hadn't been failed as a child and had been formerly diagnosed.) I had high hopes when I signed up for the life coach but that was a mistake. It sucks because I don't really have anyone to give me the support/help that I really need. I love my mom but she's not equipped to help me with what I need. I mean, she has ADHD herself and barely passed high school. And I still have to help her with things, too. I just wish I had someone to help me out more. My mom tries. My best friend tries. But it's just not enough.

Finances are so tight right now. Between both me and my mom.

And there's just. So. Fucking. Much. To do. And I don't know how to do half the shit I want to do. And learning is so fucking hard. I need help. Who do I ask for help???

My dad's taking me to Akron on Friday and I'm really dreading the drive because we have to go on an interstate and being in a vehicle with him is really overwhelming. He always stresses me out and gets pissy on the road. Not looking forward to it. Probably won't even be worth the trip tbh. Meeting with my RA but what is she going to do for me? Tell me to lose weight to help my symptoms? Yeah, I already know that. Thanks!

Another thing that's been on my mind lately (although, tbh, I have 2987398472934 things on my mind lately) is my social skills. Or lack thereof. It's so hard for me to connect to anyone or to make friends. Even the group of "friends" I have right now all prefer the company of my best friend. And who wouldn't? She's fun and talkative. And I'm just me. Boring and quiet.

I'm trying to keep my mind busy, too. I'm trying to pick up a new hobby. But it sucks because I have a hard time following along with tutorials. I haven't even been able to get past my fucking Woobles kits because I keep fucking it up somehow and I've no idea how.

I. Literally can't do anything. Wow, wow, wow.

I can't finish my GED. I can't get myself to get my driver's license. I can't get a new job. I can't even pick up a hobby because I'm fucking stupid. I actually hate myself. I really, fucking do.

Right now I'm sucking back tears. You know when you suck them back so hard that your entire face hurts? That's me right now.

Yeah...

#journal #diary

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traekenimagines · 3 years ago

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Hunting Season, Part Twenty: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from Anon: For Hunting Season part twenty. Maybe some public sex and being caught? And Theo sees it but continues. + lots of dirty talk. Ps: I love all your works, and I'm loving Hunting Season

Request from Anon: hi! for hunting season part 20 the reader begging and orgasm denial. love your work, you are so so talented

Request from Anon: heyy this is for hunting season part 20! could have daddy kink, spanking, restraints, maybe he could catch her masturbating and punishes her for it or something? ooh and lots of dirty talk hehe. i know this imagine is gonna be soooo good, ur amazing xx

Request from Anon: For hunting season part 20 maybe theo uses a toy on the reader?

Request from Anon: hi! if you still need another kink for hunting season part 20, maybe a praise kink??

Request from Anon: hi!! can i request for humiliation in hunting season part 20!! xx

Request from Anon: heyy saw it was the last day for hunting season part 20, so excited! sorry if this is really unhelpful but the only other thing i could think of to suggest is that theo calls the reader a lot of names? like pet names i guess, but if it’s going to be filthy then maybe they can be a little more degrading 😅 sorry if this doesn’t help much! xx

So it’s finally here! For anyone who doesn’t know, in celebration of reaching Part Twenty, I asked for multiple requests to come up with a pretty filthy imagine, and you guys definitely helped out so thank you! Hope this is okay for you lovelies, and enjoy x

It was supposed to be a work dinner, nothing out of the ordinary. Meeting up with her colleagues at the end of the week, each bringing their respective partners, all of whom were behaving impeccably. Y/N’s, on the other hand, was not, and she squirmed under his touch as she felt his hand on her thigh.

Theo’s hand slid further up Y/N’s leg, under her dress, and she felt a wetness growing between her legs. She looked at him, at how he didn’t look at her, feigning interest in the conversation going on between her colleagues, using his other hand to sip from the glass of wine in front of him. That hand slid further up, and Y/N bit back a moan as he cupped her through her underwear, her heart beating rapidly.

She clutched the edge of the table as Theo pushed aside the material, swiping up her centre.

“Y/N, you okay?” One of her colleagues looked at her, no doubt seeing the tension in her face.

“Yeah, baby, is something wrong?” Theo looked at her now, pushing his finger inside of her as he spoke. Y/N glared at him, knowing that if she opened her mouth, words would be swallowed by the sounds of her moans. A small smile graced Theo’s face as he continued to pump his finger in and out of her.

She was on the edge, and couldn’t speak as she felt her release build. Questions of concern were repeated by her colleagues as Theo continued to finger her, but they faded into the background, as Theo put his hand on her shoulder. “Are you not feeling well?”

Y/N shook her head, Theo’s finger still inside of her. She finally managed to speak through gritted teeth. “Must have been something I ate.”

“You know what, guys,” Theo turned to the group, “I think I’ll just take her home.” He slid his finger out of her and Y/N watched as he wiped her wetness on his jeans. She noted the smirk on his face as he did so, fully aware of his intentions. She stood, Theo’s arm around her shoulder. “Good night, guys.”

Theo intertwined his fingers with hers as they left the restaurant, Y/N still with the overwhelming need to release. “What the hell was that?” she whispered viciously into Theo’s ear. The chimera only smirked, leading her out of the door. He still didn’t answer as he took her around to the back of the restaurant, the alleyway providing the perfect setting for his intentions.

Y/N’s anger was replaced with excitement when he slammed her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head.

“I think you know perfectly well what that was.” His nose trailed up the column of her throat, and Y/N moaned as Theo pressed his crotch against hers. “Who the fuck do you think you are, in that fucking dress, with your legs so fucking bare? Your friends in there think you’re so fucking perfect, but I bet they’d have a field day if they knew how much of a fucking, filthy slut you are. If they knew how so fucking easy it is to make you squeal like that, so fucking easy to make you come. Is that what you want, Y/N? Do you want me to make you come?” He reached under her dress and pulled apart her panties, the material soaked through.

Y/N could feel her wetness dripping down her legs as she nodded fervently. Her hands flew to Theo’s jeans, unbuttoning them as fast as she could. God, she needed him, needed him inside of her, fucking her until she couldn’t walk. She pulled his cock out of his boxers, and Theo smirked. “How much do you want this?”

“So fucking much. I want your cock in me all the time. I want it here and I want it now.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, jumping and wrapping her legs around Theo’s waist. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me.”

Y/N couldn’t breathe when Theo entered her, pushing her back against the wall of the alleyway. His movements were almost violent, his words obscene. “You’re such a good little slut, such a good fuck. You feel so fucking good around my cock, Y/N, so fucking good.” Y/N could only moan in response, feeling every inch of him inside of her, her head hitting the wall with every thrust.

“You know there are people watching us, Y/N.” Theo grabbed her chin, turning her head. Sure enough, down the end of the alley, a couple had stopped to look at the pair. Y/N imagined they were horrified, but she didn’t care. Not as Theo continued fucking her. “Watch them, Y/N. Watch them watch us fuck. I know you like people to know that you’re mine, that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this.”

Y/N did as she was told, her inner walls clenching around Theo as she came. She placed her head on his shoulder as she did so, listening to his praise as his own movements became sloppy. His cock hardened inside of her, and when Y/N climbed off him, she trailed a finger through his release that was sliding down her leg. She put it in her mouth, licking the taste of him away. Theo smirked. “I think that’s enough for now.”

As he would find out when they got home, Y/N had other plans.

Theo was in the shower, and all she could think about was how naked he was in there, how his cock would be swinging between his legs when it should have been inside her. She was dressed in one of his shirts, nothing more, waiting for him in the hope that when he saw her he would want to fuck her again. But the thought of him in there made the waiting harder, and she couldn’t help it when her fingers wandered to her core.

Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she began to pleasure herself, imagining that Theo was on top of her, fucking her like only he could. Y/N’s eyes closed as she continued, his name escaping her lips. She didn’t hear the door open, eyes snapping open when Theo spoke. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She looked up, saw him standing there in nothing but a towel, saw the stern look on his face and knew the route the evening was going to take. Tonight, Theo would control her every move, would take her in the ways he wanted to, would punish her for pleasuring herself.

“I- ”

“You were what?” Theo walked over to the bed. “You were fucking yourself when you know that I’m the only one who’s allowed to do that to you? I should have known you were disobedient. I tell you time and time again that the only person you’re allowed to come for is me, and that you shouldn’t do it for anyone else. But you will, and you do, because,” he grabbed the lapels of the shirt she was wearing, tearing it open and revealing her nakedness, “like I said before, you’re a fucking slut.”

Y/N’s core throbbed as Theo pulled the shirt the rest of the way off her, leaving her naked. “You’re a fucking slut and you need to be punished for breaking Daddy’s rules.” He removed the towel from his waist, and Y/N’s eyes fell to his cock. Theo followed her gaze.

“Beg me for it. Beg me to punish you, to fuck you with my cock.”

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me, punish me for being such a bad girl. Daddy I need your cock in me again. I always need it. I need you to come inside of me, all over me, wherever you want. Please Daddy.”

Theo grabbed her chin. “Oh I will, but first, we’re going to have some fun.” He let go. “Get up.”

Y/N was quick to do so, watching Theo as he laid back on the bed. She squirmed as he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping at it until it stood upright. She knew what to do, had done it plenty of times, and when Theo nodded at her, she climbed on top of him, her head positioned above his cock, her ass – and her ever-growing arousal – hovering above his face.

She heard a drawer open, and caught a glimpse of an object that Theo pulled out from the bedside table. She knew what it was, and felt her core only throb in response before Theo spoke. “You want my cock so badly, why don’t you suck it?”

Y/N lowered her head, her mouth enveloping Theo’s cock. As she took it, she felt Theo’s hand on her ass, fingers slipping between her cheeks and absentmindedly playing with her core. “Such a wet, pretty little thing.” He hissed as Y/N worked at him. “I could do so many things with this, like this, for example.” Y/N’s moans were muffled around Theo’s cock as he pushed the dildo inside of her. “You wanted other things to fuck you, sweetheart, well now you’re getting them.”

With every bob of her head, Theo pushed the dildo inside of Y/N. She could feel her release building, only intensified by the sharp stings that hit her skin every so often as Theo spanked her. “You’re so fucking tight, so fucking wet. You looked so fucking good from this angle, sucking my cock while I hit you for being the slut you are.” He hissed again, and Y/N knew what was coming. “You’re making Daddy come, princess, with that filthy little mouth of yours.” Y/N swallowed everything that Theo shot up into her mouth, savouring the taste of him as she felt herself arrive at the edge of her orgasm.

“Daddy, I’m coming.” Theo removed the dildo, throwing it on the floor, before hitting her ass again.

“Don’t you dare fucking come, you hear me? You’re being punished, and you don’t get to come until I say. So you fucking hold it, or I won’t fuck you anymore. Now get off me, lie down, and spread your legs like a good girl.” Trying her best to hold it in, Y/N climbed off Theo, following his every instruction.

He walked over to where he had thrown his clothes, removing the belt from his jeans, and Y/N was doing everything she could not to come at the sight of his cock. She knew the drill, and said nothing as Theo walked back over to her, grabbing her wrists in one hand and using the belt to tie them together. “You’re doing so well, baby, holding it in for me. It almost makes me regret wanting to punish you. But this is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Yes, it’s what I want.”

“Well, let’s see just how long you can hold it.”

Y/N squirmed as Theo lowered his head between her legs, licking a stripe up her core before diving in. She felt his nose nudge against her folds as he mouthed at her, eating her as if he had been starved. His tongue was nothing more than a miracle, she decided, as he rolled her clit between it, his fingers leaving bruises as he held her legs apart. She couldn’t touch him, couldn’t hold his head in place, so only spoke words of obscenity. “Fuck, Daddy, your tongue is so fucking good. I’m so fucking wet for you Daddy, please.” It was getting harder to hold it in, and Y/N was aware that it was obvious as Theo removed his mouth from her centre, his lips covered with her essence.

“You really want to fucking come, don’t you? That’s all you ever want to do, isn’t it?” Y/N nodded as Theo climbed on top of her, his cock positioned at her entrance. “Well, I think you’ve been punished enough. Maybe it’s time for me to finally fuck you. What do you say?”

“Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I’ll be good. I just want your cock inside of me, I just want to come on it, please.”

Theo slapped her core. “That’s enough begging, Y/N. Now keep quiet before I change my mind.”

Y/N fell apart when Theo entered her. He was violent in his thrusts, his forehead pressed against hers as he fucked her. She was in her ecstasy but he was too, telling her as much. “You feel so good on my cock, Y/N. You’re coming, aren’t you? I can feel it, I knew it wouldn’t be long. Go on then, sweetheart, come. Come all over me.”

It was all the permission Y/N needed. She screamed as she finally let go, as she pulsed around Theo’s cock. It seemed to last for an age, and she didn’t even register that Theo’s movements had lost their ferocity until he came inside of her, the product of their releases mingling inside of her.

When it was over, when Y/N felt tender, delicate, broken in the best way, Theo lost his sternness, and gently kissed her forehead. He slid out of her slowly, and instantly Y/N missed him.

But she knew it wouldn’t be for long.

It never was.

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#teen wolf #teen wolf smut #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine #theo raeken #theo raeken imagines #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken smut #theo raeken x reader #hunting season #hunting season part twenty #cody christian

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glytchfic · 3 years ago

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We started as a spark. PART 2.

David Dastmalchian x Fem!Reader

Bonjour! There goes Part 2, it’s a bit longer than Part 1. Look, i was truly inspired, okay? Anyway, i’m letting you guys decide which Tom is it, it’s up to you - wink wink -. And I’ve decided to change the name of the story, it’s still from the same song but i thought it was more fitting.

Special thanks to everyone who’s reading me, i really appreciate it. Comments, complaints, the usual!

PS: Since i’m pretty new to the whole Tumblr thing, can anyone explain to me how am i suppose to do a ‘read more’ option on my post so people who doesn’t want to read it don’t have to scroll for so long? lol, i feel stupidddddd.

Enjoy!

Rating: 18+

Warnings: slow burn, foul language, flirting, sexual tension, drinking, brief mention of marital problems.

Inspired by the song False Alarm by Matoma and Becky Hills.

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‘How about this one?’

‘You are not gonna get laid in this one, trust me.’ my friend tells me.

‘What if, and it might sound totally crazy, I don’t wanna get laid?’ I say, amused.

‘At a wedding? Bullshit.’

I laugh a bit and go back to my cabin to change again. I look at all the possibilities in front of me, pink puffy dress, green silk dress and a white dress. I scowl looking at the white dress. As if I would wear that to someone else’s wedding. I draw the curtains of the cabin, only in my underwear, and look at Alica.

‘I’m desperate. For the love of God, find me something.’ I whine.

‘Why do you care so much about this wedding anyway?’ she says as she browses through a bunch of dresses behind her.

‘David will be there.’

‘The guy who looks like a serial killer?’

‘He does not -’ I begin, walking towards her, ‘he’s a sweet guy.’

‘And he’s married.’ she states.

‘Yes, he is.’ I mutter.

After a long silence, she gently slaps me on my arm, ‘Oh my god! Are you serious? I thought you didn’t sleep with married men!’

‘I don’t!’ I defend myself, ‘I just – I don’t know. I wanna be smoking hot at Sean’s wedding and the fact that David is there might or might not have a direct link to my desperate search for the perfect dress. We might never know.’ I say with a bit of sarcasm.

‘Sweetie,’ she puts her hands on my shoulders, ‘I’m sure he’s a fantastic guy, but don’t get too hyped about him. You’re gonna get yourself hurt.’ she says in a gentle tone.

‘I -’ I stammer, ‘Look, it’s just a dumb crush. I’ll be over it after a new one-night stand.’

‘Are you sure?’ she questions me.

‘Sure. I mean, yeah, I’d climb this guy like a fucking tree -’

‘You’re unbelievable.’ she cuts me off.

‘Buuuuuut -’ I motion to her to let me finish, ‘I can’t, and I won’t. I honestly think David and I can be good friends. Whether you believe me or not, I really do think that.’ I reassure her.

‘I do believe you, but please, just be careful. I’m telling you this because I care about you.’ she says while putting a strand of my hair behind my ear.

‘I know and if you were in my shoes, I would be telling you the same thing.’ I smile at her.

‘I know.’ she smiles back.

I hesitate a few seconds, ‘So anyway, as I was saying: like a fucking tree -’ I joke and start laughing.

‘Oh my god!’ she throws a black dress at my face, ‘go try this one. Hopefully, it’ll help you get some.’

Car keys in hands, I lock my car and walk toward the ceremony. I put my keys in my purse and see I have a text message from Alica wishing me good luck for the evening and all. I text back a simple ‘Thanks, love you xx’ and I put in back in my purse. I stop in front of the door, and I observe my surroundings. I see a few faces I recognize, and they wave at me. I wave back and smile at them. This event won’t be that bad. I’ll probably run into lots of people I know – from the industry – that I haven’t seen in a long time. Good opportunity to catch up.

‘Wow! You look beautiful!’

I hear a familiar voice and turn around. I see Daniela – Melchior, aka Ratcatcher 2 – trotting towards me. She opens her arms; I do the same and we hug each other more tightly than I thought we would. I really do enjoy Daniela’s presence, but she lives in Portugal and only come to the USA from time to time for the pre-production of the film so I haven’t had the chance to get to know her as much as I would have liked.

‘I didn’t think you would be here!’ I say, surprised.

‘Me neither, but James convinced Warner Bros to pay for my plane ticket and told them it was work related.’ she says, excited.

I laugh, ‘Of course he did that.’

I’ve known James for years and I would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t arranged for Daniela to be here for his brother’s wedding. James is always like that; he wants to create a sense of family with his crew, and no one is left behind.

‘I’m so nervous.’ Daniela says quietly.

‘How come?’

‘I don’t know anyone here except for the Suicide Squad gang.’ she muttered, looking down.

‘Hey, gotta start somewhere, right?’ I gently put my hand under her chin, and I slowly raise her head. ‘don’t worry about anything, we got you.’ I wink at her, and a beautiful smile appears on her face.

‘Thanks.’

Daniela is, by far, the youngest of the group. She’s barely 23 years old, she’s from Portugal, English is not her first language, and The Suicide Squad is her first big international role. I remember the first time I saw her, she looked so intimidated being surrounded by all of us, but she’s learning so fast and I can’t wait to see what she’ll give us once we’re on set.

‘Let’s go, it’ll probably starts soon.’ I wrap a protective arm around her, and we walk through the front door.

‘I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!’ the priest exclaims.

Sean grabs Nathasha – now officially his wife – by her waist and they kiss each other passionately. Everyone stands up and applauds to congratulate the newly married couple. Daniela grabs my arm, all excited by Sean and Nathasha walking down the aisle. I look at them, a huge smile on my face, and something – someone – caught my attention in the background.

‘What are you looking at?’ Daniela questions me, ‘hey look, David is over there!’ she says pointing in his direction.

Oh, poor child, if only you knew. Everyone starts following the married couple down the aisle and Daniela gently grabs my hand so we can’t get separated. Walking through this crown of Sean and Nathasha’s friends, Daniela and I find the exit and get there just in time to see the newly married couple leaving the place to go to the reception. I smile as I look at the car disappearing from my sight, I turn around towards Daniela and I freeze, my smile slowly fading away.

‘What’s the matter?’ Daniela asks, worried.

She follows my gaze and sees what I was looking at. David walking towards us, hand in hand with his – I assume – his wife. He waves at us and Daniela waves back at him while I’m still not moving. This shouldn’t be a surprise really. It makes perfect sense that he’s at a wedding ceremony with his wife and – fucking hell – she's pretty.

‘Hi, I’m Evelyn!’ she says with enthusiasm.

And she seems so nice. And has a good vibe. And they look like a great couple. And – fuck – I feel horrible for all the thoughts I’ve had – and still have – about her husband in the last two months. Daniela, still holding my hand, looks between me and her a few times and squeezes my hand a bit as if she was comforting me. I can hear them make small talk about the wedding and all, but I’m not paying attention. I see David trying to catch my gaze, but every time I either look at Daniela or his wife. I feel like such a spoiled brat, I shouldn’t be affected that much by this. I don’t want to marry him goddamn it, I just wanna – but I won’t - have sex with him. It’s just an attraction. A deep, intense and consuming attraction, but still an attraction, nonetheless. Why am I like this?

‘Are you okay?’ Daniela asks, still worried.

I don’t answer as I look David and his wife walking towards their car, probably on their way to the ceremony. Daniela put her other hand on my back and hugs me a little.

‘I know what it feels like.’ she simply whispers close to my ear.

‘What do you mean?’ I mutter, getting back to reality.

‘I have been there before. It will be fine, trust me.’ she hugs me a bit tighter.

I turn my head towards her, and she gives me a warm smile.

‘Is it really that obvious?’

She laughs, ‘Come on, we have to go.’

Fuck, she knows.

Drink in hand, I’m on the dance floor with Daniela and we’re giving everything we have. Screaming the lyrics to the Icona Pop song ‘All Night’, she takes my free hand, and we start spinning, laughing and stumbling around. The last note of the song echoed on the dance floor, and I look at Daniela, out of breath.

‘How long have we been here? Jesus.’ I say catching my breath.

‘Long enough for this guy at the bar to completely undress you with his eyes.’ she subtly points me the direction with her chin.

I turn around to see the handsome stranger and I chuckle a bit. It’s no stranger, I know this guy. I look at Daniela as I finish my drink, I put it on the table next to us and I wink at her before leaving.

‘Hey Tom.’ I say seductively.

‘Good evening, gorgeous.’ He flirts back in his English accent.

Tom and I aren’t at our first ride together. We have history together, nothing serious really, but we do appreciate each other a lot. And he’s a good fuck, there I said it. For what feels like hours – who knows how long – we catch up, flirt, have a few drinks, hands wandering here and there. I feel myself getting more and more tipsy as the minute goes by. As Tom was whispering sweet nothings in my ear, something else caught my attention a bit far away. David and his wife, talking. They both move their hands a lot. Oh. I’m an idiot. They’re arguing. Not the ‘imma-scream-and-make-a-scene’ type of argument, but you can clearly see something is going on. After a few minutes, they both seem to have calm down. David put his hand on Evelyn’s hips and tries to kiss her, but she turns her head away, kissing her cheek instead. She gives him a weak smile and leaves. David sighs, rubs his forehead and walks towards the bar.

‘Tom, could you give me a moment, please? I think my friend’s not feeling good.’ I say, worried.

‘Of course, darling.’

I get up and finally realize that I’m a bit more drunk that I thought I was, but nothing too crazy. I’ve seen worse, way much worse. I stabilize myself and walk towards the other bar where David was sitting all by himself, leaning his forehead against the palm of his left hand as the other was mindlessly scrolling on his phone.

‘What is a handsome place like this doing in a man like you?’ I say, thinking I’m incredibly funny.

He turns around to look at me, a weak smile on his lips.

‘That was dumb as fuck, I’m sorry. Can -’ I sit down next to him, ‘can I buy you a drink or something?’

‘That’s very nice of you, but I don’t drink.’ He simply says.

‘Oh.’

I look around, a bit awkward. Even though there’s loud music playing permanently, it feels like there’s a heavy silence between us. I decide to stay right next to him and I start scrolling on my phone too.

‘You don’t have to do this, you know.’ He mutters.

‘Oh, I insist! S’cuse me, sir -’ the barman turns towards me, ‘can I have two glasses of water pretty please?’ the barman nods.

‘You’re unstoppable, aren’t you?’ Another weak smile appears on his lips.

‘Always. So -’ the barman puts down the glasses in front of us, ‘you wanna talk about it?’ I risk myself.

‘Not really, actually.’ He sighs.

‘It’s perfectly fine! So, hmm, ah yes! I watched this horror movie the other day, I’m sure you would have love it! There’s this girl, y’know? She slept with a guy she went on a movie date with. After their sexy time this asshole fucking drugs her with – what's it called – that liquid they use on washcloths in movie to make people fall asleep and kidnap them?’

‘Chloroform.’ He chuckles.

‘This! Yes! So anyway, she falls asleep and when she wakes up, she’s tied up on a chair! And then there’s this weird looking naked woman walking towards the girl and turns out this woman is actually a ghost now chasing the girl and the guy slept with her because you can pass this ghost curse through sex. Can you fucking believe that?’

‘I cannot believe it.’ He says, clearly amused.

‘Does it make sense? Should I stop? Sorry, I’ve been drinking tonight.’ I say, a bit embarrassed.

‘No, no! Please, tell me more.’

And I keep babbling about the movie It Follows and as I go, I realize that most of the things I say don’t make any sense at all, but as long as David keeps smiling and laughing, I’ll just keep going. At one point of the story, he bursts out laughing which makes me smile so much that my jaw is almost hurting.

‘There it is. That smile.’ I simply say.

Hu blushes, ‘Thanks.’

We look at each other for a few seconds and I motion him to drink water, which he does. I do the same and I almost choke on my water when I hear ‘Dance With Me Tonight’ by Olly Murs starts playing. I put down my glass and take David by the arm with enthusiasm.

‘That’s my song, come on David!’ I pull on his arm.

He laughs and I can feel him letting himself go. He follows me on the dance floor, and I start dancing, encouraging him. He looks around, with a small smile on his lips and he looks back at me, rubbing his neck with his hand. I reach out to him, and he grabs my hands. Laughing and moving around, we can’t stop looking at each other as we’re having the time of our life. I suddenly stop when I feel a hand – not David’s - on my shoulder.

‘I was looking everywhere for you, darling.’ he says slipping his hand down my back, ‘I’m Tom.’ he stares at my partner.

‘David.’ he simply answers.

‘I’m going back to my place, darling. Care to join me?’ he gets closer to me.

Still holding David’s hand, I look between him and Tom, unsure of myself. I glance at David who gives me a reassuring smile. I know he wouldn’t be mad at me. I mean, I do wanna get laid. But.

‘Sorry, Tom. I’m staying.’ I say confidently as I feel David’s hands gently squeezing mine.

‘Oh, I see.’ he bends towards me and kiss me on the temple, ‘call me, okay?’

I nod and watch him leave the place. I exhale deeply and turn back towards David who has a cheeky smile on his face. He rubs my hand a little bit with his thumbs, and he laughs.

‘Did I just cock-blocked you?’

‘I think you did.’ I laugh back.

He hesitates, ‘It’s not too late if you want to join him.’ he says looking in the direction Tom left.

‘No! I -’ I cut him off, ‘I’d rather stay here.’ I say under my breath.

He smiles, ‘Where were we?’ he starts dancing again.

Quoting our favorite movies, David and I are walking down my street. I would be lying if I said I was still drunk, I’m not. I haven’t had a drink since I went to see David at the bar, but I don’t feel like I need the effect of alcohol to enjoy myself right at this moment.

‘You didn’t have to walk me home, y’know?’ I shiver.

‘I know, but I wanted to.’ hey says as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders.

I blush and look down at my feet. We walk down the rest of the street in a comfortable silence and I’m here, wondering what would happen next if he wasn’t married. I push those thoughts away as I see my apartment complex in front of me.

‘Home sweet home.’ I sigh, not wanting this night to ever end.

‘Home sweet home, indeed.’ he replies, ‘look,’ he hesitates a few seconds, ‘thank you for tonight. I truly mean it.’ he says with a warm smile.

I feel my heart beating faster, ‘Anything for you, David.’

He looks down, bites his lips and looks back at me, ‘I forgot to tell you,’ he gets closer, ‘you looked lovely tonight.’ he gently takes back his jacket from my shoulders.

I catch my breath, ‘Thanks.’

‘Sweet dreams.’ he whispers.

‘Good night.’ I whisper back and he smiles.

He turns around and starts walking again. I look at him for a few seconds before I enter my apartment complex with a sigh of – I don’t know – frustration or relief, I wouldn’t be able to say which one.

‘Are you okay, miss?’ Alexander, the night shift lobbyist, asks me.

‘Yes, I’m fine.’

No, Alexander, I’m not fine. My core is throbbing, my heart is racing, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this fucking horny.

#we started as a spark #part 2 #david dastmalchian x reader #david dastmalchian #abner krill x reader #polka dot man x reader

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oddaodd · 4 years ago

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Hello!!! Could I request an Imagine with John Shelby and Reader, where the character is depressed and John is very patient and doting on her. He takes her everywhere and tries to get her to laugh and if he can’t be with her he sends one of his brothers or Polly to look after her. The whole family is highkey worried that she will do something and one day she starts getting better, helping around the shop, etc etc. I realize it is a sensitive topic but it does bring much comfort to see it written. Love your writing btw Xx

· Passing Clouds ·

Author’s note: Hi! Thanks for requesting this, I loved writing it! I feel we could all do with some reassuring content because depression is hell. I know it can be different for each of us so I tried to stick to what you requested along with some personal things. I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days ❤️

Warnings: Depression and overall bittersweetness.

John came home to a table full of his children all yelling and fighting each other as Y/n poured them bowls of soup.

He noticed the glassy coat of tears that threatened to spill from Y/n’s eyes but didn’t address it. After having known her for a while, he was more than certain that if he did, she would break down crying and she had told him in the past she would hate for his children to see her cry. So he just smiled at her and thanked her lovingly when she placed a plate of soup in front of him.

Y/n didn’t pour herself a plate but she did sit down at the table to keep them company, which confirmed john’s suspicions that a new depressive episode was tormenting her. Hehated seeing her broken and placed his hand over hers reassuringly.

Y/n felt her throat tightening at the kind gesture, a tear escaped her eye and she wiped it away quickly, her eyes closing to stop more tears from falling. John began eating with his hand still on hers, his thumb occasionally rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand.

When the children finished eating Y/n moved to get up to put them to bed but John squeezed her hand earning her attention.

“Ill do it, love” he spoke getting up and collecting the empty plates before putting them in the sink and going to put his children to bed. Which took him a good hour since they were always full of energy. At some point he heard the stairs cracking, telling him that y/n had left the kitchen.

When he made sure they were all asleep he made his way to the room Y/n and him shared and found her curled up in bed. Her shoulders shaking slightly as she cried. He wasted no time in getting in bed next to her and pulling her to him, embracing her tightly. She snuggled into his chest and continued sobbing.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” He asked tenderly.

Y/n nodded weakly and murmured an “I love you too” to his chest.

The next morning she woke up with a strain of headache she was a bit too familiar with and puffy swollen eyes. She was still in John’s arms who woke up when she stirred ever so slightly.

“Good morning, love” he spoke in a soft tone filled with love.

“Morning” she answered in a raspy voice.

Her stomach growled after having missed dinner. “You hungry?

“A little bit, but I don’t feel like eating” she confessed.

“I can ask Katie to run to the bakery for a batch of those orange zest biscuits you like” he began lightheartedly “and I can make you some tea”

“That does sound wonderful” she murmured giving in.

After having breakfast John told her he had to go to the betting shop.

“I can stay if you want” he offered earnestly.

“No” she dismissed with a weak smile “They need you there”

And so, after pressing a soft kiss to her lips he left with the promise that he wouldn’t be gone long. Around an hour later the sound of someone knocking the door echoed through the house, calling Y/n from her bed.

Polly was well aware of Y/n’s depression she and John had talked about it in the past and she worried for her and about what she could do if things ever got too difficult. So when John walked into the betting shop that morning with a lost expression she knew right away she should pay Y/n a visit.

“There’s a new film of that director you like at the picture house” she said with a smile when Y/n opened the door.

“Let me get my coat and the kids” Y/n smiled weakly.

Going out with Polly made Y/n feel much better, she found herself laughing at the picture and gossiping with Polly about the cast.

After several days of feeling like a dark cloud followed her everywhere, Y/n woke up one morning feeling slightly better. Turning around to John’s side of the bed she found it empty and moments after she noticed a small piece of paper folded neatly on his nightstand.

Didn’t want to wake you, love. Tommy and Arthur need me, I’ll be home soon.

Ps. You are so fucking beautiful, how did I get so lucky to get to call you mine?

I love you.

Y/n smiled at the note and got dressed. She didn’t know what it was, but she felt like going out and doing something other than being in bed all day. Maybe her cloud was clearing up and maybe John’s note had helped. Whatever it was, the fact was the day ahead didn’t feel as heavy as previous days had. She placed the note on her dress pocket and decided to go the betting shop to get some work done.

When she got to the shop she was welcomed with warm smiles and a hug from Polly. She could tell they weren’t expecting her, but she was happy to be there. She helped Polly with the bets and even took some phone calls and helped with the count.

At around 6 the doors of the shop opened and in came John behind Tommy and Arthur.

“I have to go home to Y/n” he told Arthur when he suggested going to The Garrison.

“Bring her, Lizzie and Ada will be there”

“She hasn’t been feeling great as of late” John said and was about to say something else when he saw y/n walking towards them, a smile instantly grazing his features.

She came up to him and kissed him hello. He kissed her back softly and Arthur walked away giving them some space.

“What are you doing here? asked John unable to contain his surprise.

“I just felt like being here” she said with a weak smile.

He matched her smile “you did?”

Y/n hummed “yeah. And going to The Garrison sounds great”

“Are you sure?” John asked, knowing that she sometimes faked being fine when she wasn’t.

“Im sure” she nodded. “I got your note, by the way. I am the lucky one to have you by my side” she said before kissing him again.

When they were sitting in the comfort of the private room at The Garrison, John found himself staring at his love as she laughed loudly at something Ada had said and felt his heart grow warm. He knew she would fall into darkness again like she had done many times before, but he wasn’t worried, because he knew he would be here for her and she would eventually be just like now again. Cheeks red, sore from laughing, eyes glimmering without tears and mouth curved into a tender smile when her eyes met his loving unwavering ones.

@nyotamalfoy @writeroutoftime

#john shelby imagine #john shelby x reader #john shelby one shot #john shelby angst #john shelby fluff #John Shelby request #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders one shot #peaky binders angst #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders request #peaky blinders fluff

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 3 years ago

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I thought about something like being housemates with Chloe Bennet and one evening, reader was having a great time with her while playing games to celebrate their 2nd month anniversary of sharing the same house, when reader's boyfriend videocalls her as they weren't able to see eachother lately and so Chloe gets a little jealous (platonic)

"Can you two save the kissing for later?"

“You’re too good for this world.”

“I don’t think I could live alone again.”

Ps: you can address the boyfriend as S if you want to😌

Thank you xx

Friendiversary

Fandom: Actor, RPF,

Pairing: Chloe Bennet x Friend, Chloe Bennet x Reader [Platonic], Reader x OMC

Characters: Chloe Bennet, Reader, Reader, OMC

Word Count: 1026 // Rating: Teen

Summary: Chloe and Reader celebrate their anniversary

Tags/ Warnings: Jealousy, Platonic Love, Friends, Established Relationship, Getting Jealous, Anniversary, Friendiversary, Friend Love, Parties, Requests, Requested Fic, My Writing

Notes: I am doing all requests in my inbox. Ill get to them as soon as I can just keep a look out.

@h-a-j-i-m-e-ru enjoy sweetie x

Y/N was exhausted. A long day at work had left her achy and tired and all she wanted to do was climb into a nice hot bath. She entered her house and dumped her keys by the front door, and her bag on the hook next to it. The house was eerily quiet, which was odd, as her housemate Chloe was usually home when she got back from work.

She moseyed through the house, looking for any sign of her friend.

‘Chlo?’ Y/N shouted, ‘are you home?’

Chloe didn't reply but as Y/N went to enter the living room she was startled as Chloe pulled the door open with a beaming grin.

‘Hey!’ she said with excitement.

‘Hey?’ Y/N said, ‘why are you so excited?’

‘Because... it’s our 2 month anniversary!’

‘What?’ Y/N said with a giggle as she followed Chloe into the lounge and found it resembles somewhat of a party. There was food all over the coffee table, a cooler with drinks by the couch and a couple of balloons dotted about.

‘What’s all this?’ Y/N said.

‘We’ve been living together for two whole months and we haven’t killed one another yet,’ Chloe giggled walking over to the couch and plopping down on it, ‘so I figured that we could have a mini celebration. Some food and drink, a couple of movies, face masks and the like… what do you think?’

Y/N felt her bones ache as Chloe spoke, but the way she looked at Y/N all excited and expectant there was no way she wanted to let her down. Chloe was her best friend, especially over the past couple of months, she was happy to spend her time with her.

‘I love it Chlo,’ she said, ‘you’re too good for this world ya know?’

‘I know,’ Chloe said in a sing-song voice, ‘now go and get changed so we can tuck in.’

Chloe grabbed the remote as Y/N busied herself getting changed into something more comfortable. Y/N made her way to the bathroom and stripped quickly, jumping in the shower and allowing the hot water to wash away some of her work day. She then clambered out of the shower and darted to her bedroom in a towel, popping on some joggers and a hoodie so she could get comfy. Once she was back on the couch she found that Chloe had opted for something good, Mamma Mia.

As the opening titles rolled in Y/N perused the mountains of food that Chloe had stocked up on. They munched their way through most of the first film and as it swapped over to Mamma Mia Here We Go Again Chloe broke out the face packs. Just as Chloe finished putting the face mask on Y/N’s face her phone rang. Chloe busied herself with her own face mask as Y/N grabbed her phone, it was S.

Y/N slid the phone to unlock as S’s face appeared on the screen.

‘Hey babe,’ S said with a smile, ‘what’s on your face?’

‘It’s a face pack,’ Y/N giggled, ‘me and Chloe are celebrating our 2 month anniversary!’

‘Anniversary? Is there something you’re not telling me,’ S chuckled.

‘For living together,’ she chuckled, ‘anyway, what did you want?’

‘Just wanted to see your face, well your now green face,’ he said.

‘Aw,’ she replied, ‘you’re so cute...how was work?’

‘Good, how about you?’

‘Long,’ Y/N said with a yawn.

‘Did Martha give you trouble again?’

‘Just a little but-’

‘Can you two save the kissing for later?’ Chloe’s voice came from beside them. Y/N looked at her and found her friend now looking at her with a glare.

‘I guess I’ll call you later,’ S said, ‘bye babe.’

‘Bye,’ Y/N said, shutting down her phone before she turned to face Chloe.

‘What was that for?’ Y/N said.

‘What?’ Chloe said as if nothing had happened.

‘That! You were totally rude to S then and there was no need for it,’ Y/N grumbled.

‘He was interrupting our night,’ Chloe said but Y/N wouldn't let it go. She grabbed the remote and paused the TV looking at her friend expectantly.

‘Okay, I’m sorry,’ Chloe said, ‘okay now?’

‘No, not okay now. What’s the matter? He was just saying hi.’

‘I just…’ Chloe trailed off but Y/N didn't say anything, she just raised her eyebrows as if egging her on to continue.

‘I just felt a little jealous, okay. I planned this night for us because you mean so much to me and you just started paying attention to him. I guess I just felt a little left out that’s all,’ Chloe said.

‘Chloe,’ Y/N said with a wince.

‘Don’t I know I’m being ridiculous… I just.. I really enjoy living with you. I mean I don’t think I could live alone again. And I know how lucky I am to live with a friend like you so I just wanted to share a night with you.’

‘Chloe you don't have to feel guilty. It’s understandable to want to have me all to yourself. I mean I am pretty spectacular,’ Y/N chuckled as Chloe shoved her. Y/N grabbed on and pulled her friend in for a hug. It lasted for a moment and then they pulled away as Y/N said, ‘I understand honestly I do but you gotta understand you can't just be rude to him like that.’

‘I know, I know,’ she said meekly, ‘I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay, I’m just gonna text him okay,’ she said and then I’m going to switch off my phone okay?’

‘Girls only?’

‘Girls only.’

#Requests #Requested Fic #My Writing #chloe bennet #chloe bennet fic #chloe bennet x reader #reader fic #Friendiversary

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calvin-af-crone · 2 years ago

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Hey! I’m Lisa (Unkharris). I’ve been follow you since dunno 3 years or so? And tbh you gave a lot to this blog and also to CH. What makes me upset it’s how people lose their respect when they attack a real person, with a real life and thoughts on your mind. You don’t deserve this kind of threatening, also you don’t hate Vicky. It’s just her personality that isn’t acceptable. I was like that with Aarika at the begging and took me years to accept i shouldn’t do any hate (which isn’t your case) to someone i don’t know and that i should give less fuck about my idol’s personal life. I wish you all the best in life and you can count on me for everything, even a little chat on twitter!!! You are not alone, internet is a toxic place and we should all take a break once a while. It would be better for everyone, also for stopping to being a c@@t. Lot’s of regards to you xx

Ps: sorry for the grammar. English isn’t my best.

Thank you so much.

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moshymosh · 4 years ago

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Remember me- A Night To Remember

When the love of your life suffers from a disease that affects their memory of their life with you, what do you do? Will you spend your last days with them, trying to get them to remember you? The life you had, or would you give up and let them forget you?

Summary- Dr. Spencer Reid felt his whole life change when Agent Y/n L/n joined the BAU. She came in like a cool summer breeze changing everything Spencer knew about love and his capacity to care for someone so much. Y/n came to the BAU with a tragic past, her only goal was to save lives and make the world a safer place for everyone. She meets a skinny shaggy haired doctor, which causes her whole life to change, much like Spencer, will she fall in love or will her tragic past or even her job prevent her?

Pairings- Dr. Spencer Reid x f!reader.

A/N- This is a notebook inspired story, this story will be told and wrote like a chapter book. So some of the endings will not always make sense. Also I don't claim go own Criminal Minds or the Notebook, this is solely for entertainment purposes and for enjoyment. Some of the lines are from the notebook movie, again I don't claim to own either fandom/tv show/ movie. I try to make Y/n as vague as possible so shes more inclusive so if there is any descriptive things that don’t apply to you feel free to ignore them. Also just putting this out there as the story progresses Maeve is still alive and well, she is a good friend of Spencer and Y/n’s. There will be graphic content and sexual scenes in later chapters, warnings will be added as they go. Also if you want to be tagged send me an as or comment here, also send requests I'm down for making little fics. I know this part is a little weird, but there will be a -A Night To Remember part 2

PS- Please don't post my fics anywhere without my documented consent, thanks -Karma (MoshyMosh)

Warnings- some mentions of guns, violence and some minor crime talk, the usual for criminal minds. (I’m bad at writing case talk, please don't hate me.)

Here's the dress I was using for inspiration. Also here are the roses. If the links don’t work, here’s a link to the inspo board on Pinterest.

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Y/n walked into the bullpen a package clasped in her hands. Y/n saw JJ talking to Derek and glanced around, making sure Spencer wasn't around before she walked over to the pair. "JJ I need a favor, " Y/n said softly, holding out the newspaper-wrapped package. "Give it to Spencer when I'm- uh not around?"

JJ and Derek shared a small smile after JJ took the package from Y/n and watched her go over to her desk and begin to set her stuff down. Y/n tilted her head at the small bouquet of yellow red-tipped roses sitting on her desk. Y/n smiled softly and pulled the notecard from its holder. Her eyes were drawn from the notecard to the three bags of gummy bears behind the roses.

Y/n let out a giggle and shook her head with a small smile on her face. She then looked up to JJ with a look of confusion but brushed it aside and sat down as she began to pull the card from its envelope.

'Will you go to the FBI ball with me?-SR xx'

Y/n giggled and slid the notecard into her blazer pocket and grabbed one of the bags of gummy bears, opening it as she left the bullpen to go to Garcia's bat cave.

Spencer smiled as he saw Y/n's reaction to his gifts, turning back to Rossi and Hotch, as they all stood in Hotch's office. "I think she liked them." He said excitedly. "Thank you." Spencer said before he left Hotch's office.

JJ saw Spencer walking back to his desk. "Spence!" she called for him as she began to walk over to him, Derek trailing behind her.

Spencer turned and looked at JJ, confused, seeing the package in her hand. "Looks like pretty boys got a crush." Derek said with a chuckle, nudging Spencer's shoulder.

Spencer took the package from JJ, pulling the notecard from under the emerald green ribbon that was decorating the package. Spencer looked up at JJ and Derek, confused before he opened the envelope and pulled out the card to read its contents.

'I love Walt Whitman, you saw and remember how I like my coffee, here's my favorite book of poems. Remember them- F/I L/I x'

Spencer put the notecard down and went to untie the ribbon when he looked at his desk to set the ribbon down and saw a note on the back of the card.

'PS- you once told me a statistic on recycling and I took it to heart, hence the newspaper. It's recycled.'

Spencer chuckled and carefully unwrapped the newspaper so it can be reused before he pulled the book from the wrapper. Spencer opened the hardcover and saw the copyright page.

"A first edition?" Spencer asked in disbelief.

Y/n and Garcia walked back in the bullpen, Y/n looked over to Spencer and smiled at him before she popped a gummy bear into her mouth.

"Okay guys, the FBI ball is next Wednesday. We just got a case, let's meet and discuss." Hotch said from the second floor.

Y/n followed Penelope to the meeting room and found a seat as the others filed in after.

"Ok, guys this case is in our very own home." Garcia started talking, throughout the meeting Y/n and Spencer took turns glancing at each other.

"Ok L/n you're with me, we'll set up here. Reid and Morgan go check out the first crime scene. Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss go to the recent scene." Hotch said as he closed his file.

"Y/n." Hotch said once everyone left and they began to set up the evidence boards that they had wheeled into the room.

"Yes sir?" Y/n asked, looking over to Hotch as she finished putting up the final picture on one of the boards.

"Did you like Spencer's gifts?" he asked, handing her some more things to put on the board.

Y/n smiled to herself as she hung the things he handed to her, "Yes, I did. Though, I can't wrap my brain around what those yellow roses are supposed to symbolize. They have multiple meanings such as friendship and/or falling in love." she said as she turned around and placed her hands on the back of a nearby chair. "Does that mean his note is 'go to the ball with me as friends.' or 'go to the ball with me because I'm falling in love with you.'?"

Hotch chuckled and shook his head with a smile. "Don't overthink it like Reid did." he said

Y/n shook her head with a laugh before she smiled up at him. "I think just because you said that I'm going to do just that."

Their friendly banter was interrupted by Hotch's phone ringing. "Reid, what did you find out?" Hotch asked as he answered and put his phone on speaker, Y/n listened alongside Hotch to what Reid was telling them. Y/n looked over to the map on the board, mentally putting points on it.

"I think I know where the unsub's comfort zone is." she said, moving away from the chair she was leaning against and began putting the points she envisioned onto the map for the team.

"Reid, Morgan tell everyone to get back here." Hotch said before he turned and looked at what Y/n was doing as he hung up the phone.

After a few days if run around by the unsub they managed to track him down. Y/n went into the warehouse with her gun drawn as she led a few SWAT members in.

"Thomas McDonald!" Y/n shouted, her gun drawn on the man who was holding a knife to the throat of a girl he recently kidnapped. "Put the knife down, and let the girl go."

Soon the team came in and the unsub backed down. They quickly arrested the man and the victim was given medical treatment. Y/n took a deep breath when she stepped out of the warehouse, Y/n shook her head to shake loose her thoughts before she looked at the woman sitting on the back of the ambulance.

"Agent L/n?" a medic called over to her, she looked over to the source of the voice. "She wants to speak to you."

Y/n walked over to the woman and sat next to her. "You saved my life." the woman said, grasping Y/n's hands.

"It wasn't just me." Y/n said as she rubbed her thumbs over the back of the woman's hands, turning her head to nod towards the team. "They all helped." Y/n whispered to her. The woman hugged her tightly causing Y/n to gasp in shock. Y/n hugged the woman back and began rubbing her back in a comforting manner.

"Thank you so much." The woman said. Y/n continued to rub the woman's back, not knowing Spencer was watching her comfort the woman.

"L/n." Hotch called out to her, causing Spencer to look away, as Y/n looked back to Hotch. She excused herself from the woman's embrace and came to join the team, standing beside Spencer. "You did a really good job of defusing the situation, " Hotch said earnestly, causing Y/n to let out a small sigh of relief. "Let's head back to Quantico and debrief."

Y/n and the team headed back to Quantico and began to work on writing their reports. Y/n sighed and rubbed her eyes for what she felt was the thousandth time, everyone had finished and went home. Spencer looked over at Y/n who yawned and rolled her head, stretching out her neck.

Spencer stood and began to grab his things. "Y/n go home, it'll be there tomorrow." he said to her as he walked past her desk.

"Oh! Spencer, yes I'll go to the ball with you on Wednesday." Y/n said as she smiled at him. Spence smiled back at her and nodded his head before he turned and continued walking to the elevators, leaving Y/n behind in the empty office.

The sun rose on the Monday before the ball. Y/n groaned as she lifted her head from her desk as she heard her coworkers enter the bullpen, she rubbed her eyes sleepily as she turned her head in their direction.

"Y/n did you sleep here last night?" Penelope asked as she walked in beside Derek.

Y/n stretched and yawned as she looked around. "I uh- must've fallen asleep after I finished my report." Y/n said as she rubbed her eyes again. "I remember putting my report on Hotch's desk and sitting back down to gather my things and I fell asleep."

Spencer walked in behind JJ, carrying two to-go coffee cups, smiling at the sleepy Y/n at her desk. "You slept here." Spencer stated, walking over to her, holding out one of the cups to her.

"No, I just decided to wear yesterday's clothes and not brush my hair." Y/n said sarcastically before she took a sip of coffee.

"Ouch, Y/n's got bite in the morning." Derek said with a chuckled to which Y/n gave him a death glare. "Oof meow." he said, gesturing a clawing motion with his hand.

Hotch walked in with a chuckle overhearing their conversation. "L/n, JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia why don't you girls take the day, go do girl things." he said with a smile. "Just keep your phone on you."

JJ and Emily looked at each other in disbelief as Penelope squealed and did a happy dance. Y/n saluted with a sleepy look as she sipped her coffee again.

"Rossi, Reid, and Morgan, we all have tuxs to get for Wednesday." Hotch said. Spencer watched as Y/n gathered her things into her white messenger bag before she stood, slinging it onto her shoulder.

"Spencie, thank you so much for the lifeline this morning." Y/n said as she raised her cup in his direction.

"Y/n! Let's go, we've got dress shopping to do!" Penelope shouted from the door to the bullpen, causing Y/n to cringe at the loudness of her voice.

Y/n turned around and motioned her hand in a lowering gesture. "Penny sweetie, too loud." Y/n whispered as she walked over to her, and slung her arm around Penelope's shoulders after she switched her coffee cup to the other hand. "Let's go bitches." Y/n said with a laugh as they walked to the elevators, to go shopping.

Y/n sat in the dress shop, watching JJ, Emily and Penelope come in and out of the fitting rooms, trying on different dresses. Y/n turned her head as her eyes glanced go the burgundy she had her eyes on.

"Girl, go get it." JJ said as she watched Y/n, the dress she decided on, hanging over her arm.

Y/n looked back to JJ, biting her lip. "Should I?" she asked as she began playing with her fingers.

"Oh hell yes." Emily said adjusting the dress she was trying on in the mirror.

Y/n nodded her head in determination, before she stood and walked over to the display her dress was hanging on, flagging down an employee for help. Y/n waited by the dressing room as she watch the employee take the dress off the display for her to try on. Y/n walked behind the curtain after the employee handed it to her.

Y/n stood in front of the mirror inside the fitting room, as she ran her hands down the tulle bodice. She took a deep breath and turned to exit the small room.

"Oh my God!" All of the girls said when they saw Y/n in the dress. The burgundy tulle of the skirt flowed around her perfectly.

"Does it look ok?" Y/n asked softly as she adjusted the sleeves, turning around to look in the mirror behind her.

"Yes, you do." JJ said as she came up behind her, rubbing her shoulders affectionately. "Look if you do your hair up..." She said as she demonstrated showing Y/n what she meant.

Y/n bit her lip as she looked at her reflection as JJ held her hair up. Emily came up behind the pair and smiled, leaning over Y/n's opposite shoulder.

"You know I wasn't sure about you at first but I've changed my mind about you now." Emily said as she draped a necklace she saw on a display on Y/n's neck. "I saw this necklace and I thought it was perfect." she said as she looked up from the necklace on Y/n's chest to her reflection.

JJ stepped away from Y/n and Emily, and went to look for a necktie that matched the color of Y/n's dress for Spencer to wear. JJ dragged Penelope into the search after they both paid for their dresses and accessories. Y/n smiled at Emily when she stepped away. Y/n went back into the dressing room to change back into she came into the store in. Emily took the necklace she found for herself and the one she found for Y/n, along with her dress, and went to the register to pay for her items.

Emily waited for the girls by the door of the shop. Y/n stepped out of the dressing room, the dress she was getting, draped over her arm as she gathered her bag from the couch she was previously occupying. She went to the register to pay for her desk, smiling as the woman put her dress in a dress bag before she stood next to Emily by the door, waiting for Penelope and JJ.

Once all the girls were ready they walked out of the shop and out to their cars. "Hey girls, why don't you guys take your things home and then come back to my apartment for some drinks and take out?" Y/n asked when they all reached their cars that were parked near each other.

"You got a deal sister. I'll bring the wine." Penelope said giddily.

Emily chuckled and shook her head as she hung her dress in the back of her car. "I'll bring face masks." she said with a wink to Y/n.

"JJ, what are you bringing?" Y/n asked, watching the woman in question put her dress in her car.

"I'm bringing my love and support." JJ said as she opened her driver's side door, putting her purse inside of the vehicle. She turned to the girls, leaning back against the back door. "I will bring the steamy emotion-filled, romantic movies."

"Bring magic mike, please." Penelope said, giving JJ a pouty face.

Y/n laughed with a shake of her head as she watched the girls get into their cars and begin to leave. Y/n loaded her things into the back of her car, careful not to wrinkle her dress in its bag. As Y/n sat in her car about to leave the parking lot her thoughts turned to the roses she had Penelope take to her home while they were on the case.

She began to drive home, her thoughts now turning to think of what Spencer was doing.

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tom--22--felton · 3 years ago

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Val I just saw that some clown called you out for posting a pic🤡 I’m also on vip and honestly people are acting up unnecessarily, there is NO need whatsoever to act all bitchy.

Why are you all so pressed? Val has respected all of the cameo content and pics all this months, it was an accident like get over it for real!!

ISTG there is more important things in life to worry about and you all be crying and bullying people over a leaked pic smh

Anonymous asked: Stop it, you guys!!! Val can't help what people send her!!! That's like blaming the girl for getting a d**k pic from your boyfriend!!! And so she posted a pic without knowing it was vip and then TOOK IT DOWN as soon as she realized. It was an accident. Let's all be a little nicer, huh??? Ps love you Val! Sorry people can be so mean

Anonymous asked: Dear Val, not a question, just a reminder for us, your followers. I think we all can agree, that apart from the updates on Tom, we enjoy to come here to talk to you or read your honest answers and insightful opinions. Except for trolls and haters, you are always kind to us, respectful, understanding, non judgemental. Can we all please offer Val the same understanding and compassion she's offering us, and not come at her for one unintended mistake? xx

Anonymous asked: The 2 having a go at you for accidentally posting VIP content need to get a bloody grip! I actually thought you were sharing a favourite recent picture of yours, which I thought was nice since it’s your page! I just want to say thank you for all you do. Some fan pages just randomly share content but you share it as chronologically as you can, which saves the rest of us having to search for content. I wish other fan pages were more like you. Don’t let the haters get you down, you do a brilliant job for fans.

Anonymous asked: I really hope you don't get more asks moaning about the vip photo. For anyone else who has an issue - it's not that serious. Val wasn't aware and deleted once she was. Go outside and get some fresh air. I suppose they don't have a problem with sharing the photos of Tom with his family which came from a private account.

Anonymous asked: What is that anons issue. Like if you don't like something move on. Everyone's life is hard enough without added drama and hate Sending ❤

Anonymous asked: Hi Val. I know you're still in a somewhat fragile state. Please don't let the assholes get you down. If there is an onus, it should be on the person who passed the photo to you without mentioning it was privileged. Stay strong for the rest of us. Sammi.

======== Guys, I'm so grateful for your support but i also feel bad, as it may seem that i was asking for it, when i actually wasn't. You are all so generous to come to my defense and I can't even find the right words to thank you properly. I just want you to know I'm not upset, I'm just annoyed when people are being unfair. I don't want to play the depression card but this condition has a huge impact on my life now, so I really have to think about myself more. That's why i sometimes turn off the asks. So if you want to send one and can't do this, just know that it will be back in couple of hours, or maybe sooner, and that I'm doing this because I'm busy with work and can't get distracted or because I have an anxiety from the number of unanswered questions/comments and don't want it to grow. I'm sorry for the inconvenience! xx

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cilldaracailin · 3 years ago

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Somebody to Love

Hello my Tumblr Lovelys :)

Hope everyone is well. How lovely are the photos of Taron for his upcoming project Blackbird?

Anywhoo, here is the next part in this series. Thank you so much to all the lovely comments, love and followers. :)

Suze xx

PS the story pictures are back :)

“Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”

Taron was thankful for the softness of the sofa and the warmth of the break room as his body slowly warmed up as he sat. He still longed for a jumper to cover his arms so sat with his arms folded around himself. The pain killers he had been given had definitely eased any little pain he had been previously feeling but he still only had one thing on his mind and that was Robyn. He had been tempted a few times to get up and make himself a coffee but he wasn’t too sure if his stomach was ready for that yet so stayed sitting on the couch. A few staff had come in and out to get a drink and although they glanced his way, acknowledged him with a wave or hello which he returned, other than that they didn’t bother him at all. The peace Andy had given him by letting him in the break room was a dream and he continued to sit on the couch for another while, just sitting with his eyes closed.

After some time, he sat up a little rolling his neck and saw Robyn’s bag beside him on the sofa. A long yawn moved through his body and he looked to his arm to check the time, only then remembering his watch was back in his trailer. Reaching for Robyn’s bag, he routed for his phone and pulled it out. Looking into the screen, the phone unlocked, the brightness hurting his eyes at first. Waiting for his eyes to adjust, he then looked back and found it hard to believe it was near seven in the morning. With no windows in the break room and having left the ambulance in the dark and been inside the hospital since then, he wouldn’t have known if it was bright outside and didn’t think it was so early in the morning. Time still had no meaning to him and he tried to do some quick calculations but it was hard with a foggy head. He figured he really had only been in the hospital for less than four hours. His head was thinking surely that was enough time to find out was wrong with Robyn, to have an answer but he was still waiting.

Needing a quick distraction, he went straight for his gallery, going through his photos one by one, pausing on each one of Robyn, feeling his heart beat a little harder as he scrolled the whole way back to the first time he had ever taken a photo of himself and Robyn together. He still cringed at his bruised face but his wince turned to a small smile as he stared at Robyn’s grin as he kissed her cheek. She had been such a strong rock in his life over the last year and he was always so thankful for her love, sassiness and friendship. Flicking back through his photos, they told their story from the last year and he loved everyone and every minute they had spent together. Stopping at the one from Mari’s birthday, the group one of his family with Robyn, he had to choke back the tears that were so easy to form in his eyes.

Closing the gallery, he pulled up the phone’s keypad. It was still so hard not to contact her mam but had promised the doctor he would wait, so instead he quickly dialled in his own mother’s phone number, hoping she would answer considering it was so early on Saturday morning. The call rang nine times and he closed his eyes as the tenth echoed in his ear, waiting for the voice mail to come through.

“Taron!”

He sat up when he heard his mam’s voice, granted a tired voice, but she had answered the call.

“Hey mam.”

“Love, there isn’t a time difference at the moment, you know that right?”

“Yeah mam I know.”

“And I always love to hear from you.”

“Mam…”

“But Taron it is near half seven in the morning on a Saturday.”

“Robyn in the hospital mam. She was brought in by ambulance because she was fell and hit her head and was unconscious and I am waiting to hear how she is.” Saying the words out loud were so incredibly hard and he couldn’t help the whimper that followed. He sat forward on the couch, his head in his free hand.

“Taron, love…” Tina could hear her son breaking down and sat up in the bed, feeling Guy move as he woke up, sitting behind her. “Oh Taron.”

Holding himself so strong while having had no one to talk and being alone had been hard for him, on hearing his mam’s voice, on finally saying the words out loud that Robyn was in hospital, Taron’s whole body shook silently as his anxiety drove down on him. He had never been more desperate for a hug, for someone just to wrap their arms around him and comfort him. Being back in a hospital was terrifying and everything had quickly taken a horrible turn for him. His body was shaking again and he was struggling to take some air in.

“Taron I am right here love. You need to breathe for me.”

He gave a nod into the phone but still craved two arms around him. Knowing they weren’t coming any time soon, he had to get himself out of his own panic. Breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, the air quickly circulated around his body and while his head was still in his hand, he could feel himself coming down from his discomfort. His mam kept repeating words of encouragement to him, his step-dad chiming in too. It was only a few seconds but the sudden strike of fear was exhausting and horrible.

“Taron? Taron, love, are you ok? Taron?”

“Mam, yeah.. ok.”

“Take a few more for me love.” Tina had been on the end of the phone with her son like this before and knew he could calm himself down but hated so much not being there with him. The panic attacks normally came from the pressure he put on himself under to get his job perfect but this panic came from a completely different place and she was so scared he wouldn’t be able to get through to him as he cried over the woman he loved so much. “Great Taron. Just one or two more love.”

The coaching from his mam was the best he could have hoped for at the moment and having her encourage and coax him along the way was comforting to him and it had been enough to get in control of his whole body. “Thank you mam.”

“Taron, you ok love?”

“No.” He answered honestly. “Not one bit.” He moved to sit up on the couch, giving his back a stretch. His body had been was crippled with tension and he needed to loosen himself up but it was hard to do so. “Robyn’s in the hospital mam.”

“Tell me what happened.”

Taron talked through the last two days with his mam, detail after detail in his words as he explained everything, even going back to their last weekend together and how she hadn’t been feeling great. When he got to the part of his story about how he got stuck under the water by his belt, the inhale from his mother was loud but he continued to speak, finishing as quick as he could. “And now I am sitting here waiting to find out how she is.”

“I knew some day the under-water work would end in trouble for you. I knew it!” Tina exclaimed.

“Mam I am fine. Had a thorough check over.”

“And Robyn… again…”

“Yeah I know.” Taron said sadly. “I just haven’t heard anything and I am so worried mam. What if…”

“Taron don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

“Mam…”

“Until you have heard back from Robyn’s doctor, you will not let your mind wander or think the worse. The hospital staff know what they are doing.”

“I know that. It has just been so long since she was wheeled away.”

“Can you ask anyone to find out how she is?”

“I did. They have no news.”

“Ok well as much as I hate to say it, no news is good news and she is in the best place at the moment.” Tina heard the half-choked breath he took. “Taron you know how strong Robyn is. She has been through a lot worse and been in your position too.”

“I doubt she had a full-blown panic attack in the doctors staff room.”

“I do believe she had Richard with her so someone to lean on and talk too. You are alone. Makes it a lot harder and you were awake when you were wheeled away from her. Is there anyone from set who can come and sit with you?”

Taron shook his head. “I don’t want to cause a scene at the hospital.”

“You shouldn’t be alone Taron.”

“Technically I am not…”

“Taron…”

“Being positive mam.”

“I know love. She will ok, back giving you a head massage very soon.”

A tiny smile filled his face. “I haven’t had one of those in so long.”

“She will be back in your arms soon Taron.” Tina looked at Guy who was sitting right beside her, his chin on her shoulder. “Love, do you think maybe you need to have a little conversation with her soon? You two really deserve so much more than, well what you have now.”

A long heavy sigh filled Taron’s lungs as he threw himself back on the couch. “Mam…”

“I just know how you both feel and…” Tina felt a little dig from her husband and she knew she had to change the subject. “When you are with her when she wakes up, give her a huge hug from me ok?”

“Yeah mam I will.”

“Taron why don’t you put your head down, close your eyes, maybe try to get some sleep? You have been awake for an awfully long time. I am sure you are exhausted.”

“No, I want to be ready for when the doctor comes back to me about Robyn.”

“They will wake you love but then I guess the hospital chairs aren’t very comfortable.”

“The doctor who looked after me is letting me wait in their staff room. Wanted to give me some privacy.” He looked up as the door opened and another Doctor walked in, going straight to the coffee pot. “Some fans…” Taron didn’t need to finished the sentence to hear his mother go off on a rant, his whole heart lifting as she threw a few curse words in too. “Mam, mam! It’s ok. One of the nurses gave them a piece of their mind.”

“Well good. The cheek of some people.”

“They thought I was filming.”

“I don’t care what they thought.” Tina fumed.

“Mam, I am perfectly safe in the break room.” He watched the doctor leave as quick as he came in. “No one has come near me. Promise. I am literally just waiting here until I know about Robyn.”

Hearing Robyn’s name softened Tina’s tone and she sighed. “I am sure you will hear soon.”

“Hopefully.” His single word became muffled as he yawned. “Shit I am tired.”

“Love please even close your eyes and rest. Robyn is going to need you when she wakes up.” Tina paused. “You are ok right?”

“Yes mam, I am all good. Like I said, full examination. Just waiting on some chest x-ray results but the doctor is really happy. Better than my last visit to a hospital.” He said quietly.

“You should ring someone and get them to come sit with you. Taron it’s not just being worried about Robyn that has you in knots. I am sure being in the hospital itself had you on edge.”

“It’s not great but I will be ok.”

“Taron…” Tina heard him yawn again and didn’t want to upset him by pestering him some more. “Lay back and get some rest. Close your eyes and try to sleep. Listen to some music. You will be back with her in no time.”

“Thank you mam.”

“Taron chin up, mate.”

“Yeah thanks Guy.” Taron took his phone away from his ear and glanced at the battery. “Mam, as much as I don’t want to stop talking to you, I want to save my battery.”

“Yeah of course, of course Taron. Love, just call me if you need too though ok? I am right here for you.”

“I know mam, thank you.”

“I love you.”

“Love you more.”

Ending the call, Taron dropped the phone on the couch and ran his two hands through his hair, down his face and gave a shiver. While he could feel the warmth and love coming down the phone from his mam and it was needed badly, it couldn’t compare to a proper warm hug. The conversation had been good for him in a way and to have actually said the words out loud definitely helped him come properly to terms with the fact that Robyn was laying in the hospital somewhere. It didn’t mean it was easy to think about though. His mam’s idea suggestion of listening to music was rolling in the back of his head and it was always something he turned too when he was tense.

Picking up Robyn’s bag, he dropped his phone back in and then routed through it, praying she had them in it and he pulled out the wireless earphone case. “Please be in here.” He said out loud to himself opening the case and seeing the two black ear phones inside, he thanked Robyn for her constant need for music at all times. He took out her phone and unlocked it using the code, and went straight for her Spotify. While he had his own favourite playlist and artists he listened too depending on his mood, there was one playlist he really needed to hear right now and it was on Robyn’s phone. Fixing the ear pods in, he pressed them on and he clicked play on the first song and a sweet gentle melody filled his ears. Looking to his right, there was a cushion at the arm rest of the chair that looked like a good place to rest his head for a while. He kicked off the white shoes and laying on his right side, curled up as small as he could to keep his heat in, keeping Robyn’s phone in his hand in front of his face. He made sure her bag was behind his back to keep it safe and nuzzled a little into the cushion under his head, trying to get comfortable. He was starting to understand why she loved her piano playlist so much and why she found it always calmed her down. The music was mellow and soothing and very easy to listen to. Perfect for his troubled mind, his closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the music in his ears, rather than anything else swirling round his head.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Doctor Lee placed the clipboard at the end of the bed and took a look at her patient. It had been the blood work that had confirmed her initial suspicions of what was wrong with Robyn as she did her preliminary checks. Walking towards the top of the bed, she fixed the blanket that was falling off the side of the bed tucking it in.

“When that IV has gone through, we’ll do another one Vicky.” She directed to the nurse on the opposite side of the bed. “And let’s keep these curtains closed at all times ok?” Doctor Lee nodded to the pale green curtains which currently shut tight around Robyn’s space in the ward. “I am going to go and get her friend and I want them both to have some proper privacy.”

“Sure Doctor Lee.” The nurse nodded her way.

“If she wakes when I am gone, ask her about her pain. You can give her some more pain relief if you think might need if any.”

“Yeah of course I will. I will watch over her.”

“Thanks Vicky.” Turning on her heels and carefully going through the corner of the closed curtains, making sure to tug them together again once she had left Robyn’s cubicle. She headed out of the four-bed ward, walking towards the lift. Once down a floor, she headed for the nurse’s station, leaning on the counter, waiting for the nurse to finish filling in the chart she was working on.

“Hey Catriona.” The nurse said once he lifted his head.

“Jude, Andy around?”

The nurse shook his head. “In with a patient.”

“I don’t suppose you know where one of his other patients is? Taron? He would have come in about eight hours ago?”

Jude nodded. “Yeah, he’s in the break room down the corridor.”

“The break room?” The doctor asked standing up, placing her hands flat on the counter.

“Taron was bothered by some people on his way back from x-ray so Andy wanted to give him a place to sit where he wouldn’t be hassled.”

“Shit really?”

Jude nodded. “Yeah some girls nearly jumped him, asking for photos.”

“Jesus, in the hospital?”

“Yeah. Freya gave them a piece of her mind.” Jude grinned.

“Of course she did. Good. That man doesn’t need any of that on top of the unease he was already feeling.”

“Yep that’s what Andy thought too so he brought him to the break room to give him some privacy.”

“Good. It will give him some peace and quiet.” Catriona stepped away from the counter. “You got Taron’s x-ray results?”

“Nope. Freya gave them to Andy himself.”

“Perfect Which room is he in now?”

Jude swung around his chair and looked at the board behind him. “Exam room seven.”

“Thanks.”

“No worries.”

Following the corridor in the direction she had been walking, Doctor Lee came to exam room seven and knocked gently on the door.

“Yeah come in.”

Catriona, slightly opened the door and popped her head around. Andy gave her a smile. “Hey Doctor Lee.”

“Hi. I am going to go and see Taron but I hear you have his x-ray results. Want me to pass them on to him for you.”

“Please. That would be great. Just been so swamped from the ER to get back to him.” He wheeled his chair over to the desk and picked up the folder Freya had given him a while ago, sliding his chair over to the door, handing them to her. “He’s all clear. I thought there might have been fluid in his lungs considering he was stuck under water and had been coughing when he came in but he’s all good.”

“Great. Glad to hear.”

“He’s in the break room.”

“Yeah Jude was telling me.”

“Freya told me that he was pestered by some girls on the way back from x-ray. She said it really made him tense up so I just wanted him to be able to sit somewhere and not be disturbed.”

Catriona sighed a little. “Hard life.”

“Yes indeed but he’s a cool guy. Just worried. I hope he lay down and got some rest. He looked wrecked” He looked at Catriona. “How is Robyn?”

“She will be just fine. I am going to tell him now along with his own good news.”

“He will be very happy to hear that.”

“I think so. Thanks Andy.”

“No worries.”

Closing the door, Catriona made her way back down the corridor, past the nurse’s station and into the break room. It was empty and it took her a minute to find Taron, finally seeing him on the couch, covered in a blanket, fast asleep. She walked to the table and dropped the folder with his x-ray on it, making her way towards the couch. She knelt on the rug and took in his very tired features. He definitely wasn’t the first person to sleep on the couch and he wouldn’t be the last. He held a phone in his hand in front of his face and she could see the ear phone in his ears, hearing some classical music faintly playing. The man who had walked into the ER earlier had been flustered and very nervous and now as he slept, his face and body were slightly more relaxed, though she could see he was curled up very tight under the blanket. She absolutely hated waking him but he had been so adamant to know how Robyn was and finally getting a full diagnosis, Doctor Lee wanted to be the one to tell him herself. She very gently placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a very gentle shake.

“Taron?”

“No, can’t be time already.” He murmured.

“Taron?” The doctor added a little rub to his shoulder.

He turned a little, squishing his face into the cushion under his head, groaning as he was shaken again. “Ugh no…”

“Taron? It’s Doctor Lee.” His head lifted from the couch and she saw him blink a few times as he woke. “Hey. You got some sleep. Good. Andy will be happy to know that. Said you were looking a bit tired.”

It took Taron a few more blinks to gather his senses and once he did and realised Robyn’s doctor was crouched beside him, he sat up quickly, his hands going to his head as the floor spun a little.

“Take it easy.” The doctor said to him, gipping his shoulder a little harder to keep his steady.

“Robyn…” Taron felt something fall from his body and realised a blanket had been thrown over him and was now tumbling down his back. He pulled the two ear phones from his ears and stared at the doctor. “How is Robyn?” He asked, trying to keep his voice strong.

Doctor Lee gave his shoulder a very gentle squeeze. “She is ok.” She quickly picked up on the doubt in his face, the worry in his eyes and gave his shoulder a harder squeeze. “I promise you that she is ok.”

Taron’s whole body turned, and then sagged forward on the couch, his hands going to his face, his body lifting and falling in quiet cries as he took those three words in. Robyn was ok. Emotions were running everywhere and he squeezed his eyes shut, digging his fingers into his eyes to try and stop any more tears from falling. His body was trembling and he was finding it very hard to compose himself again. It was news he had been waiting for and he was so relieved to know she was ok but had also been expecting the worse and was overcome with everything that had happened over the last couple of hours.

“Ok Taron, it’s ok.” Doctor Lee was expecting a reaction from the young man who came in with her patient and this was one she had seen many times before. She reached around him to cover him with the blanket and then crouched in front of him again and placed her two hands on his knees. “Take your time.”

The slight touch from the doctor was very welcomed and Taron was telling his brain to get his body to relax and it took him a few seconds before he could take his hands from his face. “She really is ok?” He asked again.

Doctor Lee nodded. “She is going to be just fine. Can I sit?” He nodded and she took a place on the couch beside him. “Before I get to Robyn, Andy wanted me to tell you that your chest x-ray came back all clear so that is definitely some good news. Now Robyn…” Doctor Lee turned so she could face him. “I don’t want to overwhelm you with a lot of medical information so I will keep it as simple as I can. Robyn is anaemic and when she came to us, was severely anaemic. All the signs were there, especially when Kathy told us her history from what you had told her. The tiredness, headaches, weakness, dizzy spells, all signs of anaemia. We did our own blood work here for her and her red blood cell count was very low, another sign to help us understand what was wrong. When I did a physical examination, I could see it myself. Cold hands and feet, along with bruises on her skin.”

“Her hands are always cold and she bruises so easily. I mean could she bump into something and be black. Her hand got caught in the gate at her work before and her hand was so horribly bruised.”

Doctor Lee nodded. “It is such a simple sign that no one really takes too much note off. I mean everyone bruises right? So once we knew what was wrong, we have been able to treat it. She was quite dehydrated too so along with her IV drip, I have given her some iron through her IV which will immediately help build back up those red blood cells straight away and I can already see a change in her. Her colour has picked up, her body temperature is rising and she is responsive to all the tests I have done on her. When she wakes up, I will chat to her about other things we can do to keep her iron levels up.”

“She hasn’t woken up yet?” Taron asked, his eyes widening, feeling his heart starting to race.

“Please don’t worry Taron.” Assured the doctor. “Her body has been through a lot over the last few weeks and is tired. Very tired. She will wake up. I have full confidence in that.”

“She hit her head…”

“And we did a full CT scan and it came back clear. It is the anaemia that has really floored her Taron.”

“I knew I should have gotten Lucy to look at her, the medic on set. This could have all been avoided if I had of just made Robyn go and get Lucy to look at her properly before any of this happened. I mean I knew she wasn’t well yesterday and I just ignored it and…”

“Taron, no.” Doctor Lee, shuffled closer to him. “I don’t want you thinking like that. Anaemia is something that can be lingering in the background for a long time before it comes forth but Robyn’s symptoms were like the flu, a cold or just being run down. The headaches and dizziness are signs of so many conditions. I really need to speak to her myself to get a better idea of a few things, like her diet, her menstrual cycle, her day-to-day activities.” Doctor Lee waited for the man beside her to wince as she spoke about one particular womanly thing but his face didn’t change at all. “So many things can lead to anaemia and like I said, she could have been anaemic for a very long time and not known it. It is something that is so easy to look after and be aware off once it has been diagnosed and it won’t affect her life at all. She might have to make some changes, maybe look after herself a bit better but she will be absolutely fine. She is a very strong woman and will be back on her feet very soon.”

“Really fine?”

“Yes Taron. I know you got a horrible fright.” He nodded, feeling a lump in his throat which he swallowed back down “I would imagine so but she will make a full recovery.”

“But she hasn’t woken up yet?”

“It sounds like she has been running on empty for a while. Her body just needs time to rest. Her vitals are all very strong and I will get a second set of bloods now she that has been given some iron. I will personally take a look to make sure they are back to some normal level. She will wake up Taron. Just in her own time.”

“Can I see her?” He asked, his voice a little quieter, his face filled with uncertainty around the answer to his question.

“Yes of course.” Doctor Lee gave him a small smile. “That is what I was going to say to you next. I was going to ask if you would like to go and see her.”

“Yes, please. God yes.”

“Ok but just so you are prepared, she is still a little pale, has an oxygen canula in and I have her attached to the monitors so we can keep an eye on her vitals. There is a small dressing on her temple covering the cut on her head and you just need to be careful with her left shoulder and arm. I am guessing when she fell down at the pool, she landed on her left side.” Taron nodded. “She has some deep bruising on her skin from the impact of that fall so it will be very tender and sore for a while. As well as the iron, I have asked the nurse to give her some pain killers. While the iron will do its job to help build her red blood cells back up, I just want to make sure she isn’t in any pain. I can only imagine how hurtful her headaches have been lately.”

“More than I think she wanted to admit to me.”

The doctor desperately wanted to hug the man beside her but needed to try and remain professional even though he looked almost broken, his eyes brimming with tears. Instead she reached for his hands and gave them a tight hold. “I promise you Taron, she will come through this in no time. Like I said, anaemia is something millions of people live with daily. After I have spoken with her, I will have a better idea of the medication I can give her that she can take daily which will keep her iron levels where they need to be. She is just going to have to slow down a little and definitely look at taking better care of herself but I have a very strong feeling you are going to make sure she does that.”

“I will.” He said firmly. “She means everything to me.”

“I can tell Taron.” The doctor said kindly. “She is very lucky to have someone like you.”

Taron shook his head looking the doctor in her eyes. “I am the lucky one.”

“I bet you are.” Catriona turned her head as the door opened and a staff member came in and went straight over to the counter, pouring themselves some coffee. Holding Taron’s hands, she could feel a coldness to his skin, a slight shake too. “I am going to make you something warm to drink.”

“Oh no, no I am ok. Thank you. Can I go and see Robyn please?” He asked, his eyes pleading with her. “I really need to see her.”

“Of course you can and I trust Andy completely with his clear bill of health that he gave you but I know you got a fright when Robyn fell, seeing her so still and coming in the hospital by ambulance. I would imagine you have been at work all day and possibly night with no food and very little sleep and a huge amount of worry on your shoulders. Not to mention all that water work you have been doing and your own little ordeal of actually getting stuck under the water. So I am going to make you some tea and you will drink it and then I will bring you to go and see Robyn.”

“But…”

“I am her doctor Taron and if you are going to insist on wanting to go and see her, then I am going to request that you drink something sweet and warm. Like I told you, she is going to need you now and I insist that you look after yourself, even more after what you have been through yourself. Your body went through its own strain and you have to remember that. I know Robyn is the only thing on your mind but you look like you are about to drop on me and need the sugar.”

Taron took his light scolding with a small smile. “I would actually love a cup of tea please.”

“Perfect. Stay here.”

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Being married to Ezekiel Reyes was wonderful. He was kind, gentle, generous, caring, smart and of course very handsome. The first time you saw him you knew you had to pursue him and you were not disappointed. The one downside to being married to EZ was the MC he was a part of. It was very dangerous and borderline terrifying but you knew early on in your relationship that he would never leave the club.

You eventually accepted that fact because he was just too good a man to let go off. You had been together for 3 years now and married for 1. You knew that getting married after 2 years together could have been a mistake but you knew straight away that EZ was the one.

You never got involved in club business. You knew the ins and outs of what went on but you stayed away from the clubhouse unless there was a party happening. You could never turn down a party and seeing your husband completely relaxed and having fun was one of your favourite things to see.

A loud bang downstairs woke you up from your sleep. You patted EZ’s side of the bed and you felt nothing. You quickly checked the time and it was 1am. Usually he was home by now. Another loud bang followed the last one and you swore it sounded like someone kicking your door. If EZ forgot his keys he knew where the spare one was kept so you knew it wasn’t him. You dialled his number and he picked up after a few rings.

“There’s someone trying to get in our house EZ” you whispered. “Where are you?” You knew you should probably be more alarmed or scared but the adrenaline had kicked in and honestly you felt nothing.

You heard the sound of chairs scraping and the sound of your husband’s voice telling you he was coming home right now. But he was going to be too late. Whoever was trying to get in had succeeded and you could hear the sounds of multiple footsteps running up the stairs as fast as lightening. The figures entered your room and you were able to count 6 people with balaclavas on before they threw a sack over your head and pulled you out your bed.

“Get her in the van” you heard one of the men say to someone. “Quickly”.

You heard the sound of the doors opening and you were thrown into what you assumed was the back of the van. You heard someone climb in after you and felt their presence infront of you.

“Who are you?” you asked them. They hadn’t covered your mouth which was a rookie mistake on their part. You didn’t know when to be quiet which usually didn’t end well for you.

“Shut the fuck up bitch” the man leered at you. “if you speak again I will put a bullet between your eyes” you didn’t doubt the threat but you wanted to challenge him anyway.

“Do you know who my husband is? He will find you in to time and he will put a bullet between your eyes”. You felt a sharp pain on the side of your head and the last thing you remember is the cold trickle of blood running down your temple.

You woke up and noticed that the sack was now off your head. You looked at your surrounding and realised you were in what looked like a basement. There were stairs which you assumed lead up to the house and a chair and rope infront of you and a flannel and water. The windows were boarded but they were kind enough to light 2 candles for you so you could see your surroundings. You went to stand up but you noticed your hands were handcuffed to a radiator beside you and there was no way you were breaking out of them.

Panic was setting in now. You were claustrophobic and that mixed together with fear wasn’t helping you. The door opened and you saw 2 men clamber down the stairs still wearing their balaclavas. One of them had a gun and the other one had a phone.

“Call your husband and tell him if he wants to see you alive again the Mayans better give me what I want”. You shakily told the man EZ’s number so he could dial it. He put it on speaker and the familiar voice of your husband had you breaking down in tears. He recognised your cry anywhere.

“Where are you mi amor?” he asked “are you ok?”

“She’s fine estúpido” (asshole). “Tell him” The man roughly grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to the phone causing you to yelp in pain.

“He says if you don’t give him what he wants you won’t see me alive again” and then the man hung up.

“You better hope your husband pulls through” he spat at you. He gestured for the other man to pass him the gun and he hit you across the other side of the face with it. Your last thought before you blacked out was that you hoped you could see EZ again.

The sound of gunshots woke you up dazed. The taste and smell of blood was pungent and it made you want to vomit. Everything was so loud and made you dizzy. The gunshots seemed to stop just as quickly as they started and the door to the basement opened and you cried at the sight of EZ heading towards you. “Shhh I’ve got you” EZ pulled your body into his, being careful not to touch your head until it was patched up.

“Hermano find something to get these handcuffs off” You didn’t see Angel standing behind EZ until EZ addressed him.

“We got them querida, all 5 of them” Ez soothed in your ear.

“There were 6, I saw them in our bedroom before they took me” you tearfully explained.

“MIERDA!” your husband was angry. “I’m gonna find that el pendejo (motherfucker) and make him wish he was never born”. Angel came back with some bolt cutters he found and EZ freed you from the handcuffs. You immediately stood up and wrapped your arms around him, calming down immediately.

“I don’t need a hero, I need my husband” You grabbed EZ’s head in your hands and made him look into your eyes. “He can wait, please just take me home”.

He nodded and helped you out to the van that was waiting. You noticed the rest of the Mayans digging holes to put the bodies in. EZ got you into the van and promised he would be back shortly. You saw him walk over to Bishop and whisper something in his ear. You saw the President nod and pull EZ in for a hug. You knew that your husband probably told Bish that there was still another man unaccounted it. And you knew that they would make it their top priority to find him and torture him for what he put you through.

EZ vowed for the rest of his life that he would keep you safe and nothing like that would ever happen to you ever again.

#ez reyes x reader #ez reyes fanfic #mayans mc #ez reyes imagine #ez reyes

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