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josephquinnswhore · 1 month ago

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Salvaging old wounds - dave york x female reader

summary: you and Dave are thriving post-birth. but someone threatens to ruin your perfect life.

word count: 5.3k

content warning: age gap, stockholm syndrome, no prenatal care, home birth, bitter ex wife Carol keeps the kids from Dave, breaking and entering, conversation about reader being a missing person, murder, set up death ‘suicide’, abuse of power, sheriff Dave, mentions of mental illness. Use of pet name; honey.

tagging some peeps that commented on part one. @sunshineispunk @summer-wine111 @romanarose @axshadows @queeneamidala @cockykookiee

It’s sometime in the early hours of the spring morning, cold enough to tug on your knitted sweater, already awake in the kitchen, soothing your son with some quiet shushing sounds as you pack Dave’s lunch for work today as he showers in your ensuite down the hall.

Your finger flicks the coffee pot on, and searches through the cupboard for his favourite mug. A tacky hand drawn Father’s Day gift from Molly when she was younger.

A small smile creeps across your tired lips, seeing the inside of the cul stained from years of use. You’d washed it countless times over the past few months you’d been re-allocated to live in the house, but he insists that it makes the coffee taste better.

The light on the microwave reads 06:58. Like clockwork, as the pot comes to a boil.. entering the room right on cue, greeting you with a sleepy smile.

“Morning, honey,” he greets, voice still rough from sleep, his hair still wet from the shower.

He approaches you from behind and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He presses a soft kiss on your neck before nuzzling his head into your shoulder.

Although he could tell you were tired he admires that you’re still here in the kitchen, preparing his lunch and subduing your son from his quieting cries. “Good morning to you too. I’m just packing your lunch for work.”

Noting the weariness in your expression, concern etches in his eyes, and the grip on your waist.

“You’re exhausted.” Dave steps back, his hands still on your waist, and gently turns you around to face him. “Are you not sleeping well?”

“I had a few hours, we woke up to feed and change every two hours or so, but it’s expected with a newborn, right? And I’m coping. I’ll find some time today to rest.”

Dave nods, his expression softening. “Yeah, I know. But you don’t have to handle everything on your own, especially at your own expense. I can take him tonight so you can get some rest, okay?”

You lean your head into his shoulder, kissing the blue business shirt you’d ironed last night. “Thank you.”

He smiles faintly, his hand running gently through your hair. “Of course. I want you to rest and be happy, you know that.” He pulls back slightly, his gaze filled with love and gratitude. “Besides, I’ve been practicing my burping techniques.”

A tired laugh escapes you. “Yeah? It’s been a while for you hasn’t it?”

Even though Dave had two kids of his own from his marriage with carol—it had been nearly a decade since the girls needed burping, or feeding.

Dave chuckles, looking both sheepish and proud. “It has been a while. But I’m confident in my abilities.” Massaging your luscious hips with his thumbs. “How’s our little munchkin doing?”

“He’s good. Kind of in and out with sleeping. I searched it up and found it’s called active sleep.” Finally, you set an ice pack into his insulated lunch box with a fork and set it aside.

Dave tilts his head, a mix of curiosity and concern on his face. “Active sleep?” He raises an eyebrow. “As in, he’s moving around and making noise but still asleep?”

“Yeah. It’s normal apparently, I did some reading about it last night, because it was freaking me out.” You watch as he pours himself a coffee.

Dave takes a sip, then sets the ceramic mug against the counter, fingers still holding onto the small handle.

“Well, that’s good to know. As long as he’s not crying himself hoarse or anything, I suppose.” He glances at you, a playful grin on his face. “Are you doing more baby Google searches?”

“Not right this second no. But I’m certain something will come up,” you tell him in advance.

Dave laughs softly, placing a comforting hand on your cheek. "That's completely normal, honey. Being a parent is this mix of wonder and fear. But you're doing a great job. Our little guy is lucky to have you as his mom."

“He’s lucky to have you too. So are the girls you know..” A moment of silence. “I’m sorry she took them away from you.”

Dave's expression changes, his smile fading. A heavy sigh is all he can manage for a moment, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it was tough when it happened... still is, honestly.”

He pauses, looking at you with a mix of gratitude and sadness. “But having you here... you and our son, it makes it all feel a little less lonely, you know?"

Pushing yourself off of the countertop you’re leaning on and approaching him, kissing his cheek, the smell of his potent aftershave now clings to your skin. “They’re your girls, they love you.”

Dave leans his cheek into your kiss, appreciating your comforting gesture. "I hope so. I miss them every day." The heavy rise and fall of his chest is an attempt at gathering himself. He glances down at you, a hint of vulnerability in his dark eyes.

"But having you and this family we're nurturing... it helps. More than you know." He was glad you had adapted to this life, and seemed to revel in it.

Living up in the house with him rather than the basement. It was perfect, the way you leaned into domesticity and motherhood with arms wide open.

Dave glances down at his watch, reluctantly breaking the peaceful moment between you. "I should head to the precinct. Are you going to be okay on your own today?" Studying your face is a means to make sure you’re going to be alright.

“Of course. Joey and I will do a heap of fun things. And laundry.” You laugh humorlessly. Although you don’t mind the chores at all.

Dave can’t help but feel pleased to hear your response. “Alright.. don’t overwork yourself, the chores can always wait.”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer so he can hold you tightly. He rests his chin on the top of your head, closing his eyes.

"I trust you." Dave whispers, a soft firmness to his voice. “You take care of our son, and I’ll be back real soon. We can spend the evening together as a family, whatever you want to do."

“I’ll have dinner prepared.” Leaning upward, you make the effort to instigate affection, fingers grazing the back of his damp hair.

Dave parts from your own lips hesitantly, wearing a content smile.

Reluctantly, he pulls away from you and your warm embrace, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment longer before dropping them to his sides.

He glances down his son, a soft smile playing on his lips. Leaning downward, a delicate finger reaches down to caress his chubby cheeks. “Be good for your momma," he utters in softly to his son.

Dave leans in to press his lips against your sons forehead, the small tuft of dark brown hair on his head were the same as his father. “I’ll see you tonight. I love you both.”

You return the sentiment and wave after him. “We love you, have a good day.”

The morning passes swiftly, with you engrossing yourself in domestic tasks. Piles of laundry need washing thanks to the sudden influx of baby clothes dumped into their own washing basket. Dirty dishes need washing and packing away.

All the while, the Joey still sleeps in his cot that you’d wheeled onto the wooden floors so you could watch him as you tidy up.

The house is quiet, the only sound coming from the soft whirring of the laundry machine as it spins to remove water, and the occasional rustle of Joey in his sleep.

When your son awakens, you tentatively pick him up and hold him to your chest with two cautious hands before sitting him down on the soft mat in the living room, a child-safe foam mat that is three inches thick to prevent him from injury.

Joey's eyes slowly open, adjusting to the bright light, searching for you. He looks around at his surroundings with innocent curiosity, his eyes still wide with that baby wonder.

Fixing his socks, you prepare him for tummy time, making sure he's comfortable. Joey wiggles, his limbs still uncoordinated and jerky, as he attempts to lift his head off the mat.

“You’re getting so good at this,” you coo in wonder.

Joey responds to the sound of your voice, turning his head in your direction with a look of recognition and delight.

His little arms push against the mat as he tries to raise himself up, but his movements are still clumsy and unbalanced. He let out a few soft, baby grunts, seemingly frustrated yet determined.

“Don’t grow up too fast, Joey. Your dad and I are still taking this all in.”

Before long Joey is whining and fussing over tummy time, and you decide to set up one of his musical playmats, with a half circular cover, soft animals dangling from the play equipment. Quiet nursery songs play a simple instrumental with flashing rainbow lights.

Joey's attention is drawn to the musical mat, his little brown eyes wide with fascination as he gazes at the movement and sounds. The music and the dangling animals capture his attention, and his grunts of frustration are replaced by noises of discovery.

He stretches out his tiny arms, trying to grab at the dangling toys, though his aim is still off target, tiny hands are swatting the animals and they swing back and forth.

The house phone rings, and you ignore it at Dave’s request.

But a woman’s voice comes through the speaker of the voicemail machine in real time.

“Dave. I have been calling non stop. Seriously, you’re refusing to contact me about money which I know you have. I need you to call me back or I’ll have to use the spare key to retrieve my personal documents from your house which will only make things worse for you in court.”

Dave had informed you about his ex-wife, how she was trying to make contact with him over child support for the girls. You had been instructed not to answer the phone or door at anytime, for any reason while he was gone.

So it wasn’t exactly a surprise to hear this, more like a bit of an annoying interruption to the sweet moment between you and your son.

The thought of her showing up to the house with your son, armed with a spare key and able to break into your home while Dave wasn’t hear made you feel sick. You look down at Joey, his attention still focused on the musical mat, unaware of how anxious you’re feeling.

“You have one new voicemail.”

As the voicemail machine plays the automated message as she ends the call, anxiously, you resort to chewing on your bottom lip.

You hesitate for a moment, looking down at Joey before deciding to do what you thought; was acceptable in regards to safety. Then, summoning your courage, you walk to the phone and dial Dave’s personal phone number.

And you’re pacing a little up and down the hallway as the shrill shrieking of the call trying to connect reverberates through your ear. He’d only been gone four hours or so, you hope he wouldn’t be upset.

Dave is busy with some administrative work at the precinct, thankfully sitting in his own office with the door shut, when his work phone rings. He glances at the number on his screen, recognising his very own landline.

A flicker of concern crosses his face, a little surprised that you're calling so soon, but doesn’t hesitate longer to answer the call. "Honey, what's wrong?" Dave asks, his voice laced with concern.

“Dave.. Carol just left a voicemail. She mentioned having a spare key to the house, said something about her showing up to let herself in.” The padding of your relentless pacing is noted on his end of the call.

He curses under his breath, the tension evident in his voice, even though the rustle of the phone he can hear your panic.

"Damn it." He mutters, a mixture of frustration and anger in his tone. Rubbing a hand over his face, trying to process the situation, but quickly comes to a solution.

"Okay, listen. I'll be home as soon as I can. Just don't answer the door for anyone, alright? And keep Joey safe."

“Okay, got it. I love you.” With a shaky exhale, you clutch onto the phone, watching your son play on his mat.

"Love you too, honey." A concerned sigh exits his lips. Dave ends the call and lets out a sigh, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His mind is racing, hoping that Carol wouldn’t show while he was gone.

He just knew he had to get home to you first. Before all his hard work and family are taken.

Setting the phone back down onto the hook, you take a hurried step toward the front door to lock it. But it’s too late, there’s a rattle of a key being put into the front door and unlocked.

Carol walks into the house as if it were here own, and stares at you for a moment, freezing when she recognises you, it takes a moment.. but you’re the girl on the news.. the missing girl.

Carol stands before you, her eyes narrowing as recognition gradually dawns on her. She takes in your appearance, the image of you from the media coverage suddenly clicking into place.

A mix of shock and confusion washes over her face.

"Y-you..." She utters in disbelief, her voice trembling. "You're... you're that missing girl..."

The realization hits her like a ton of bricks. She looks at you with uncertainty, her lips trembling as she struggles to process the situation.

"Oh my god... oh my god!" She repeats, her voice filled with fear and outrage. "You're here in Dave's house."

Carol takes a step towards you, her eyes wide and frantic. That could only mean one thing. "Come on sweetheart, let’s get you out of here!"

“I’m not going with you, stop it. This is my home, you cannot waltz into here and start making demands!” You shrug off her attempts to grab at you.

Carol doesn't anticipate your swift reaction, and her hand is abruptly shrugged away. She looks at you with surprise, her eyes wide and panicked. Taking a step backward, looking you over again with newfound fear.

"Sweetheart, listen to me-" She starts, the desperation evident in her voice.

“You’re vile.. coming into our home and trying to take me away from him after you left him with nothing! Your feeble attempt to take his son away won’t work! I love him, and I’m not going to ruin our family!”

Carol's eyes widen even further as she listens to your fierce defense of Dave. She hadn't expected this kind of loyalty, certainly not after what she knew.

She stands there for a moment, her chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths as she tries to process. But her fear begins to turn into a different emotion, anger.

"You- you're brainwashed! Do you understand that? He kidnapped you!"

“Do not insult me. I need you to leave, now!” The loud shriek of your newborn son filled the air between you. “You’re upsetting my son.”

Carol's shoulders shake with frustration, despair seeping into her voice. "I’m upsetting your - what?! You don't even realize how twisted this all is."

She glances towards the crying in the background, the sound of your son's unrelenting wails adding fuel to the fire. "You think I'm going to walk away and leave you here like this? You're brainwashed, do you not see that?!"

“He told me you’d do this. You’re a pathetic excuse for a woman, you took the girls from him! What the hell is your issue with me and my son?”

Carol's cheeks flush with anger, her hands trembling at her sides. "You can't seriously believe what he's told you, do you?"

Her voice disbelieving. "He's manipulated you, honey! Can't you see it?"

The woman approaches you, hands outward as if you’re some savage animal. “If you want what’s best for your son.. you’ll run and not look back.”

You felt so much anger inside of you.. “Don’t you dare. Dave is a great father to our boy.”

Carol rolls her eyes exasperated, not believing a word you say. "He's a monster!" Her voice rises in anger. "How can you not see that? He took you from your family, held you prisoner and forced you to bear a child."

Carol glances towards the sound of the infant's cries in the background with disgust, a glance that doesn’t go unmissed by you.

“He did not force this child upon me!”

She stares at you, pleading. "You may think you love him, but he's manipulated you. It's called stockholm syndrome. You're not thinking clearly!"

With another moment, she pulls out her mobile phone, “if you won’t protect your son.. I will. This is for your own good.” Turning her back to you, she’s already dialling 911 on the keypad of her mobile phone.

It felt like things slowed to a standstill, hearing those three loud beeps on her screen of her dialling the number sent something instinctive off within you, to protect everything you had.

There’s no real decision made, just reaching for the nearest thing in your reach, the landline chord, as you tear it out of the wall, the phone clatters to the ground. In that fleeting moment, Carol's world abruptly crumbles.

She barely gets time to process what's happening before the chord from the landline is wrapped around her neck, the realization of your actions dawning on her are too late for her to save herself.

Carol gasps and struggles, her phone clattering to the ground as her hands fly to her neck, clawing desperately at the white chord, but you’re in a state of rage, protecting your son, and yourself.

Everything you’d built with Dave. That’s what was on the line.

Carol fights against you with every ounce of strength she has left as her breaths become short inhales, unable to deliver the oxygen her burning lungs are aching for, her body writhing and her legs twitching out in panic, her nails clawing at the chord around her neck.

But the power of your grip and the determination, she didn’t stand a chance, Carol fought with every fibre of her being, kicking and trying to grab at you. But it was too little too late. Before long the last panicked gasp escaped her lips, the life leaving her eyes.

Time seems to stand still. The air fills with the silence of a struggle, the tension leaving the space around you seems to thicken. Your chest heaves with victory, heart racing as you drop the chord from your hands.

Slowly, you rise to your feet, the weight of what you've done settling in. But your son's cries pull you back to the present, a reminder of that innocent life you've vowed to protect.

With shaking hands, you pick up your infant son, comforting him, hushing his cries as you hold him close.

With a softness that contradicts the violence you’re capable of, you cradle the infant close to your chest, settling him.

Dave comes barreling through the unlocked front door, his usual composure thrown to the wind at the thought of you being gone.. He takes in the sight before him, the reality of what he's seeing sinking in, and he decided it’s a better outcome than what he had worried about.

He closed the door behind him, locking it, approaching slowly, his eyes fixated on the body on the floor, the woman he once married. His face contorts in anger and relief all at once.

“What the hell…” Dave whispers under his breath, his voice betraying his stunned, curious surprise. “Honey?”

You come into view, cradling your son close to your chest. “Dave..”

Dave's eyes meet yours, drinking in the sight of you holding your son, and he knew that this was inevitable.

Slowly, his gaze moves down to Carol's body, then back to you, a mixture of concern and suspicion etched across his face. "Honey..." Dave repeats, his voice laced with a hint of confusion. "What happened?"

“She.. “ Your bottom lip trembles. “She said she knew me. And that you were a monster and if I knew what was good for me I’d take our son and flee.”

Dave's expression hardens, his jaw clenching in frustrated anger. “God damnit...she’s wrong, so goddamn wrong. I’m glad you have some sense in that head of yours. Our son belongs with us,” he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.

He doesn't move to investigate her cause of death yet, but can assume it probably has something to do with the phone chord on the floor right beside the body, dedicating his focus completely to you. "Did she touch you?”

“No, but said that if I wouldn’t protect our son from you, she would. I.. I caught her trying to call the police, but I.. I. I had to stop her before she could make the call.”

Dave swears under his breath, anger and frustration written all over his face. But he nods, “this is good, you did good, honey.”

His gaze falls on Carol's body, then back to you, a myriad of emotions playing out on his features. "Damn it... she just... she couldn't leave things well enough alone.”

He steps toward you, his voice soft, "It’s okay. I know. She forced your hand... it wasn’t your fault."

“She was trying to take our son away from us. Attempting to force my hand to abandon you. Our family.” Your son coos softly against your chest, tiny hands seeking comfort of your skin.

Dave's dark eyes search your own, his expression softening further as he tries to soothe your anxiety. He takes another step closer, his voice low and steady.

"Honey, that was never going to happen. No one's taking our son away from us. No one. You did what you had to do."

Dave reaches out tentatively, placing a gentle hand on your arm, as if testing the waters, a gripe of fear settles inside of him that this may have set you back to where you started twelve months ago when he brought you here. "You defended our family. That's all it was."

“I love you.. but what are we going to do about this?” Your hand gestures to the dead body in your hallway.

Dave looks down at Carol, his expression hardening once more. "We're gonna deal with it." His eyes flicker back to you, his hand still on your arm. Dave's voice is firm, but gentle.

"Trust me. I'll handle everything. For now, just take care of our boy, alright? Leave this all to me.” His large hand takes up the entire length of your baby’s back. “I need you to do me a favour, okay?”

You nod compliantly, listening. “Anything you want.”

Dave meets your gaze, his expression serious and focused.

"I need you to trust me. She recognised you, honey. You need to change your appearance, cut your hair.. colour it. I’ll buy some contacts for you. So that way we don’t have to be a secret anymore. No one would recognise the old you.”

“I’ll do it.” Dave's lips twitch into a faint smile. He appreciates your willingness to comply, no argument, just trust and commitment.

“Good.” Dave says, his voice quieter now. He takes your hand, his grip devoted to comforting you.

“It’s going to be okay. I won’t let anything happen to us, to our son. Trust me.”

Later that evening you hack carefully at your hair, and colour it. You hardly recognise the face of the girl that had gone missing. Because she was gone. “How did Joey go down?”

Dave watches you affectionately from the doorway in the bathroom as you hack away at your hair. “Effortlessly.” He murmurs.

“How do I look?” The transformation of your physical appearance is gradual yet significant. When you step away from the mirror and approach him, revealing the new you, he can’t help but smile.

“I can hardly recognise you,” he says, his voice soft. “You look... different.

Dave steps closer, his gaze roaming over your new look as he takes it in. He reaches up, running a hand through your hair, fingers caressing the strands. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” a slight warmth rushes up your neck and ears at his complimentary praise.

Dave moves closer, standing a few inches from you. His hand tangled in your hair, he pulls you against him. Strong arms wrap around you, his hand resting in the small of your back, holding you flush against his chest.

Dave leans forward, tilting your chin up so that your eyes meet. There’s a deep tenderness in his gaze as he speaks, “I never want to lose you, you know that?”

“You won’t,” you promise. “Never. Neither Joey or me.”

Dave sighs, his relief evident. He leans his forehead against yours, drinking in the moment of comfort. The weight of the situation lifts from his shoulders for a brief moment.

“Good. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you...”

Pulling backward to look down at you, his thumb gently caresses your cheek. He searches your eyes, before suddenly he places a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead.

His hand rests on the small of your back as he guides you to your bed with a gentleness that belies his strength. “You won’t ever need to know.” The promise sends a thrill of affection up his spine at your devout promise.

Once there, Dave lays down, pulling you onto the bed with him, manoeuvring the duvet so that he could tuck you in.

He wraps his arm around you, his body cradling yours, holding you tight against him. “I know...” He whispers, his voice a low, comforting rumble against your ear.

Dave warned you that in the coming days there would be someone coming to knock on their door about carols death, to leave it to him.

Three days after her death, they arrive.

Two of his officers greet him as he swings the door open. “Dave. We dropped by to have a chat, hoping that now is a good time.”

He eyes his men, nodding, fooling them with a deep gaze of concern. “Of course, what’s going on?”

“It’s Carol.. we got a call for a welfare check and she.. I’m sorry, sir. But she’s dead.”

Dave stutters, and his men express their sympathy. “How did she..”

“Suicide. Left a note and found her hanging from the ceiling fan.” One of his men turned to the police car they’d arrived in. “We don’t think the girls saw anything, but we recommend sending them to see someone anyway.”

Dave knew how it worked, they had to offer grief counselling as apart of the process.

“She struggled with her mental health for years but I never thought it would come to this,” Dave utters in disbelief.

They see you holding your son and wave to you. “Good morning ma’am.”

You smile and wave. “Good morning officers.”

They don’t recognise you.

“We didn’t know you had a son,” an officer commented.

Dave smiles proudly at his son. “I’ve been trying to keep my life as private as possible since the divorce.”

“Well, congratulations, sir.”

“What about my girls?” Dave asked, voice remains steady and composed as he plays his part, playing the role of the grieving ex-husband. He truly was concerned about his girls, though. They were so young, but with the family Dave had orchestrated, he knew they’d be down.

“We’ve got your girls in the back of the car, I’ll go get them.”

The sight of his daughters after twelve months since the initial divorce makes his resolve truly crumble, how much they had grown.

“Alice! Molly!” Dave's heart aches as he holds his two daughters in his arms, their presence filling him with intense emotion and relief. He had grown used to the pain of their absence in his life, the separation a constant weight on his shoulders.

But with them in his arms, the pain he had so valiantly endured crumbles. His eyes brimming with tears as he weeps gently into their shoulders, fingers clutching into their backs softly.

“We’ll.. give you some time to process all of this. I’m sorry again for your loss, Dave.”

Dave's grip tightens around his daughters, as if afraid to let them go again. He holds them close, a mix of grief and relief coursing through him.

“Thank you. Thank you for bringing them back to me.” He mutters to the men, not for delivering the news, but for returning his daughters home.

Dave watches as the officers leave, their departure marking the end of having to play the role of the devastated ex husband. Once they're gone, he turns back to his daughters.

“I've missed you both so much…” He says, voice choked up with emotion.

“We missed you too!” His girls cherp into his shoulder. Molly, the older daughter of the two looks past her dad and sees you, holding a small baby in blue clothing. “Who is that?”

Dave looks over at you, a hint of pride and affection in his expression. He then follows Molly’s gaze, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"That... that's Joey," Dave inquires softly, his voice filled with tenderness as he glances between his daughters and his infant son. He stands up, his hand still resting on his shoulders, gesturing for them to follow him.

"He’s your little brother.”

You slowly approach the girls holding your son in hand. “Hi girls, my name is rose. I’m Joey's mummy.”

“Like the flower?” Alice says.

The alias rolls off your tongue as you introduce yourself, the name Rose sounding unfamiliar and foreign to your ears, but it was necessary to move on with your new life.

Alice's comment, however, brings a slight smile to your face. "Yes, like the flower." You confirm, your voice soft and gentle. “Do you want to meet your baby brother?”

The girls' eyes light up with excitement as you offer for them to meet their new baby brother. They look up at Dave for confirmation, before turning back to you with eager nods. "Yes, please!" Molly says, her voice brimming with anticipation.

“His name is Joseph David York. But your dad and I call him little Joey.” Dave grins at the mention of his son's name, pride evident in his gaze. He steps closer as you speak.

“He looks like you, dad!” Molly comments. Your son did have Dave’s dark brown eyes—and the subtle curve of his nose. The infant was practically a carbon copy, your genetics failing on this conception.

"That's right. Joey does, doesn’t he?" Dave nods, his voice filled with affection.

Dave watches as his daughters take to the little baby, their hearts instantly won over by the sight of their young brother. The sounds of their admiration fill the air, soft and innocent.

His gaze falls on you, meeting your eyes with gratitude and relief. In that moment, everything seems to fall into place, a sense of peace and happiness washing over him.

Dave takes in the sight of his two daughters playing and cooing at Joey, their faces lit up with joy and affection. Beside them stands you, the woman he loves more than anything.

He feels a surge of contentment and gratitude, his heart swelling with the weight of it all. Dave's eyes meet yours, his expression filled with love and thankfulness.

Dave has achieved all he ever dreamed of and so much more, and he knew he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. He wonders what your daughter would look like.

One day, he’d find out.

#dave York #dark dave york #dave york fic #Dave York x you #Dave York x female reader #reader is a mother #dark Dave York fic #part two #sheriff Dave York

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stormberry-12 · 6 months ago

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faceless // P5: quite the opposite. ~ charles leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader

includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n".

Bold Italics are the past.

Normal Italics are thoughts.

summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”

"Oh my god!" you mumbled, showing Charles your screen.

"Shit, have you talked to him yet?"

"No!" you cried, "What do I do?"

"Well, answer it." Charles rolled his eyes.

"Don't sass me." you scoffed, ignoring the soft grin on your boyfriend's face. You picked up the phone on the last ring and brought it to your ear. "Hello?"

"Put it on speakerphone! Put it on speakerphone! Put it on speakerph-" Charles whispered frantically, like a teenage girl gossiping at a sleepover. He finally shut up when you kicked him in the knee, putting the team principal of Red Bull on speaker phone and laying it down on the tile floor.

"-e need to discuss what happened today. I'm sure you've seen some of what's been going on, on social media-" Chistian's voice echoed off the walls.

"Yes," you replied, stealing a glance at Charles who had his legs crossed, hands folded in his lap, staring intently at the phone sitting between you.

"Why is your voice so loud?" Christian questioned.

"Uhm- I'm just in my bathroom" you squeaked.

"Okay... I'm just going to get to the point," Christian sighed. "People only really caught a glimpse of your eyes. We could play this off that they have made a mistake, your identity hasn't been confirmed by us or Formula 1 yet-"

Charles sneezed and you winced, Christian was silent for only a moment, before speaking again with a tone of annoyance, "Hello Charles."

"Hi how are yo-"

"Miss L/N, we will need you to post on social media denying the rumors, and our team will as well. Hopefully, things can go back to normal shortly-"

"About that," you said cutting him off. "I no longer feel the need to keep my identity private anymore. I was hoping to speak to you about it before all of this happened."

"What are you talking about?" by the tone in Christian's voice he didn't seem too pleased about how the call was going. Especially after realizing he was on speakerphone in your bathroom, with Charles sniffling from allergies in the background. You had to admit, this was not the most professional way you had ever answered a call from your boss before.

"I would like to disclose my identity," you repeated curtly and you swore you could see Charles smile out of the corner of your eye.

"If you're worried about people not believing us Y/n I promise you it will all work out. I can hire an actor to do your press, while you stay behind the wheel,"

"No thanks,"

"Those are the only options I have for you Miss L/n,"

"And why is that?" you snapped.

"Because you're a woman," there was no hesitancy to his voice whatsoever.

Because you're a woman.

That made your blood boil. How dare he.

"How dare you," you hissed, Charles had stopped tapping his finger against his knee, staring at you with wide eyes. "We're done Mr. Horner, thank you for your time,"

"What do you mean done?"

Buddy could not take a hint, "I quit."

Before he could respond you frantically hit 'end call' and slapped a hand over your mouth. You had just quit your dream position at Red Bull Racing.

Wait, no. It wasn't your dream position anymore. You reminded yourself, working in a sexist environment with no credit where credit was due was not a dream position. You took a deep breath and looked at Charles, he had a content look on his face.

"Oh shit, I just quit my job," you gasped.

"Hell yeah, you did," Charles said pleased, standing up, "C'mon we got to get going,"

"What do you mean?"

"The driver's dinner,"

Right. You had totally forgotten, that was why Yuki and Pierre were carpooling.

"Well, technically I'm not a driver anymore," you mumbled.

"Who cares, everyone expects you to be there,"

"Really?"

"Yep, go get changed," he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and walked out, a ping lit up your phone.

Charlie ❤ has added you to 'GRID BUDDIESSS'

The car was quiet, trees flashed by as you and Charles made your way to the restaurant. You sighed removing your gaze from the window to look over at Charles, he looked tense.

"Charles?" you squeaked.

"Mmm?" he hummed, eyes staying on the road.

"I need to apologize." you continued, he finally glanced your way and met your gaze, "I was a shit girlfriend, a shit person, and I don't deserve you, you have every right to be mad and never forgive me-"

"Please stop," he cut you off, "You are not shit. You are amazing and I love you more than life itself. I'm not mad at you. I just need you to understand that it still feels weird for me."

"I understand," you whispered.

"And I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have yelled."

It was silent for a few moments, and you felt your eyes well up, quickly dabbing them dry with your sleeve, "I should have told you."

"It's okay, I completely understand your reasoning-"

"You are the person I trust the most, know that okay?" you looked back at him. "Not Redbull, not Horner, not Lando."

He pulled into a parking stall and cut the engine. He turned to you with a small smile, "That means a lot,"

"I love you," you gave him a small kiss.

"I love you too," he responded, eyes shifting down, "How are you feeling, wrist okay?"

"All good,"

"Good, let's go,"

You both went to open your doors, "You know for someone who drives for a living you're terrible at parking," you sighed, trying to avoid hitting the lamppost with the door. You saw him flip you off in the mirror.

"PARKOUR!" you exclaimed, swinging yourself out of the car, using the lampost to guide you.

"Okay, Micheal Scott." he quipped.

"It's Britney bitch-" Charles cackled, grabbing your hand as you walked through the parking lot, swinging it between the two of you like a child.

"Y/N! Wait up!" a voice called from behind you. You turned over your shoulder to face Max Verstappen in his ever-so-plain outfit of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. At least it wasn't team kit. Charles squeezed your hand before continuing into the restaurant, leaving you with Max.

"Hey Max," You gave him a small smile, knowing where this was going. You hadn't talked to your own teammate about your driving status yet.

"Look, I just wanted to apologize for the crash the other day and-"

"It's okay Max, it was just racing don't worry about it,"

"No, no it's not just that." Max rushed, "I need to apologize for the crash and also for being such a shit teammate."

"You weren't a shit teammate Max," you chuckled lightly, "We never met as teammates."

"I get that, but I still was a shit person. I complained about you to Christian when I knew you were in earshot and I messed with your gear to try to throw you off." He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.

You recalled all the times you heard Max protest about you to Christian and when you sat outside your driver's room crying because you got locked out, having to pull a Spiderman in the alleyway.

"That was you?" you scoffed, words coming out harsher than intended.

"Y-yeah," He mumbled awkwardly, he shifted his feet beneath him.

"Why?" you asked carefully.

"To be honest, I was a bit jealous." Max started, "I guess I wished I was you. I've always hated all the media and PR of the sport, I think it's stupid. I envied the way you got to just put on the helmet, ignore the media, and do some good fucking racing. I'm so sorry that I ever put you in a hard position,"

That made a whole lot of sense actually. "For what it's worth, being a ghost was not all it's cut out to be. And I should thank you honestly," You explained how if you hadn't been locked out, you wouldn't have bumped into Lando and got some sense knocked into your head.

"Right," Max chuckled at your story, though he still seemed upset with himself. "You are very talented Y/n,"

"I appreciate it Max, you as well, and for what it's worth we would have made a good team." you smiled.

"Yeah, we still will don't worry!" he smiled back, "Once you're back in the car next season, it'll be so fun-"

"Oh, no Max," you winced, feeling a pang of sadness in your gut, "I don't have a job next year, I was talking to Christian and we didn't have the same vision... so I decided to resign."

"Wait... s-so you're not racing at all?" Max stuttered in disbelief.

"No." you sighed.

"Shit," he looked sorry all over again.

"Don't worry about it Max, honestly. Let's go eat." you said curtly, gesturing over your shoulder at the restaurant. "Come on!" You bumped his shoulder and started walking. You tried to ignore the aching feeling at the thought of not racing.

The drivers had started to gather around a large table, only a few missing from the grid. You scanned the room as you walked in, Max trailing behind. Charles sat near the middle, his jacket reserving the seat beside him. To his left, you could see Lando, Daniel, Carlos, Pierre, and Yuki settling into their seats. To his right, Oscar and Fernando were making sophisticated small talk with the Mercedes boys.

Well, there is clearly a fun side of the table.

You stood there momentarily, getting lost in the bustle of people around you.

"Mate, don't forget about that video I have of you, and I just want to be clear- shut the fuck up -I will not hesitate to hit that post button," Lando warned, snapping at Danny when he attempted to open his mouth and interrupt him.

"Yikes, that's some aggressive language from little Lando Norris," Max quipped walking past them.

"Shut the fuck up Maximus,"

"Eh, excuse me-" Max sassed back, earning a grin from Lando.

"Guys, be nice!" Carlos scolded, "Nando! How are you doing on those Taylor Swift tickets?"

You shook your head in amusement and rounded the table over to Charles, bopping Lando on the head as you passed him.

"Y/NNN!!!" he sang, making Daniel and the others grin and wave at you. People continued to greet you and Max as you sat in your respective chairs.

The dinner was amazing and for the first time in a long time, you felt at ease, just listening to the other driver's banter. Lando also mentioned that he was leaving Ferrari and rejoining Mclaren at the start of next season. Everyone nodded in approval, cracking jokes that he missed Zac Brown breaking his ribs. You don't think you have ever seen Oscar Piastri more excited in his life. It was going smoothly until the question about race seats came around to you.

"So, Y/n you will race with RedBull again next year?" Fernando asked politely, and you saw Max and Charles tense in your peripherals.

"No, um- I won't be racing next year," you explained softly, feeling the vibes in the room suddenly shift. It was so quiet you would hear a pin drop. Even Yuki and Pierre had stopped bickering at the news.

"Shit," Lewis sighed. You could feel Charls's hand find your thigh, reassuring you.

"What?!" Lando squeaked and you looked over at him with a sad smile.

"It's okay, honestly. It wasn't meant to be and I've accepted that, guess I'm just not sure what I'll do now, racing is the only thing I'm really got at..."

"Well, you're really good at keeping secrets, maybe you should be an undercovah spy!" Daniel exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood and compliment you but it came out as a jab. Pierre slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh and Lando was looking at his plate, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. The rest of the drivers stared at him in shock before looking over at you to see your reaction.

"Sorry, that sounded bad-" Danny panicked, suddenly embarassed.

You just grinned, happy to change the subject, "Maybe I should huh?"

Lando let out a high-pitched laugh at Danny, that he had clearly been trying to hold in, hiding his face in his hands. The rest of dinner went on without a hitch.

"Where are we going?" you asked Charles breathlessly. He dragged you all the way through the paddock only stopping once the two of you had reached the Ferrari garage. "Charlie seriously, what the hell?"

"Shh, just trust me," you looked at him once again, catching a glint in his eyes that you knew all too well. What was he up to?

You slipped through the tight corridors at the back of the garage, bumping into Charles's team principal in passing.

"Ah! Just who I was looking for-" He exclaimed to your boyfriend, "Come."

"Charles, I'll just meet you in your driver's room?" you said, pointing further down the hallway. Knowing he would probably want to speak with Fred privately before the season started in a few weeks.

"Non, come in," he slipped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his boss's office with him.

"Charles!" you hissed.

"Y/n." he replied nonchalantly, sitting in front of Fred's desk.

"Y/n! Have a seat," Fred gestured to the chair next to Charles, sitting in his own seat. You looked across at your boyfriend who just smirked at you.

What now?

"As I understand from Charles you have no seat next year," Fred started. You nodded, saying nothing.

Fred looked at Charles and then continued, "And I believe you also know that Lando is going back to Mclaren, so we have an open seat!" he smiled at you.

"Congrats," you sighed.

"Y/n!" Charles laughed, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Sorry, maybe it's the accent," Fred laughed along with Charles, "I'm offering you a job Miss L/n."

Oh my god.

"Oh my god!!" you grinned, "Thank you so much! I don't know what to say-"

"You don't need to decide anything yet, I've heard there are a few other teams who want to give you an offer as well," Fred explained. "But I had to reach you first, can't ignore talent like yours,"

You and Charles thanked him once again and you asked Fred a few questions, though you were sure you would have many more when the season started. Then you exited his office, jumping into Charles's arms, he spun you around expressing how excited he was. You both knew there was no way you wouldn't be taking the seat with Ferrari. The day seemed it couldn't get any better, and yet there was still one person you needed to see.

You ignored the pointed glances as you walked through the RedBull motorhome, it felt familiar yet strange walking through these halls without a helmet on.

Why were you actually nervous to see Ricky again?

Out of everyone at RedBull, he was probably the one you felt closest with, yet you had never talked with him face to face. When you knocked on the open door of his office, you could tell he felt nervous too as he looked up to meet your gaze.

Boxes had been piled up on his desk and all the photos of his family that used to line the walls had been taken down. He was being let go.

He watched your gaze scanning around the room and cleared his throat, "Don't worry about it kid, I'm not sure RedBull was the right fit for me anyway,"

You smiled at him, "Me either,"

He studied your face for a long moment, "You know, I honestly had no idea who I was working with. The driver I pictured under the helmet was way off... in the best way possible," you laughed.

"Aww Ricky..." you felt your eyes tear up, stumbling over to hug him.

"You are the kindest, funniest, most talented racer I've worked for. I can't wait to see how far you'll go, Ferrari is lucky to have you," he whispered.

You pulled back to stare at him in shock, "H-how did you-"

He chuckled, "I got eyes and ears everywhere kid,"

You grinned, rocking back and forth on your heels with anticipation, "Well, you ruined part one of my big news-" He smiled and raised an eyebrow at you. "Look, I don't know what you have planned for next year but, I've already talked to Fred. I could really use a good race engineer if you're up for it,"

Come on y/n!

You could feel the car beneath you hum as you broke smoothly into the corner, speeding up once again on the straight. Repeating these movements over and over like clockwork, as you did laps around the track, maintaining your position in first.

Throttle.

Break.

Turn.

Repeat.

"How you doing out there y/n?"

"Brilliant Ricky!" you replied. And you really were, after you signed with Ferrari the rest of the grid was quick to congratulate you, and so were the fans. You smiled to yourself, you were happy and confident in yourself and your job. Feeling a small sense of pride in being no longer faceless.

"Go kick some ass kid,"

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The Fated Truth

Azriel x Reader

Truth-Teller’s origin story. A multi-pov oneshot.

A/N: this story came to me after listening to the songs seven, vigilante shit, it’s nice to have a friend, and my tears ricochet by taylor swift.

warnings: attempted sa, language, suggestive language, parental abuse, violence, main character death

The Angel

-Ladies always rise above -

Remove the dagger from his heart.

-Ladies know what people want-

Wipe the blood from the corner of your kohl lined eyes.

-Someone sweet-

Spit on the bastard.

-Someone kind-

Swipe at the next overgrown male.

-Someone fun-

Hit your mark, swing around, drive your dagger into the brute on your six.

“Well, shit.” you think to yourself as a group of ten overgrown bats rush toward you. Siphons glowing.

The irony isn’t lost on you that yet another thing they withheld from you would contribute in damning their very existence. A female with siphons was considered absurd and absolutely out of the question, it wasn’t your place - yet this incontrolable blast of raw killing power begged to differ.

One moment those pricks were running toward you and the next, they were ashes in the wind.

Looking at the dead females around you, pure rage boils within. Your insides could be cooked at this point for all you know. Not a single feeling but uncontrollable rage.

A gasp breaks the silence. One of the females is still alive. Running to her, her eyes filled with panic, breaths rapid and shallow. You lean down and whisper to her before unsheathing your dagger and holding it up. Her eyes widen in terror but not at you - behind you. You turn to look.

“Azri-“

The blast of power hit before you could finish saying it - your mate’s name - your final breath.

~~~~~~~~~~

The Journal

Nine year old Y/N

“I made a new friend! His name is Azriel. He’s like me! He’s two years older than me and can’t fly but he still has his wings. I wish I still had mine, we could learn to fly together. Azriel has burn scars too but his are on his hands instead of his back like mine.

He’s really quiet but it’s okay, I talk and he listens! He has shadow powers though. I don’t think I’m supposed to say this but they’re really cute! One of them followed me home from my chores today.

I have to go now. Dad is yelling. I think he’s mad again.”

11 year old Y/N

“Father hit me again last night. I got upset and my power hiccuped. I asked him for a siphon and he locked me in the cellar for asking. I have bruises that hurt really badly but I’m okay.

Azriel saw me this morning. I tried to hide the bruises but he notices everything. I cried and he listened to me. Sometimes I think he’s the only person who sees me.”

13 year old Y/N

“One of father’s friends came over two nights ago - they were drinking. I had to refill their mugs of ale and the friend grabbed me inappropriately. Father laughed. When he left the room his friend pulled me into his lap and his hand drifted below my waist. I was scared and my power flickered, throwing me backward and flipping the chair over with him in it.

The blast broke his arm and nose. I don’t feel bad.

I tried telling father what happened but he didn’t listen. He locked me in the cellar from that night until this morning.

One of Azriel’s shadows found me and picked the lock. Father either forgot he locked me away or didn’t care because he never came to check on me or give me food. I found a canteen of water on one of the shelves though.

Azriel retrieved me as soon as his shadow notified him. He took me back to Rhysand’s Mother’s cabin and she fed me. Azriel stayed by my side as I took a bath - there were even bubbles. I’ve never had a bath with bubbles before. Azriel saw my scars peaking over my towel after I climbed out of the bath and instinctively clenched his hands. I took them in my hands and kissed them. Our scars prove our strength. He tells me mine are beautiful but his are too. All of him is.

He’s my best friend.”

15 Year Old Y/N

“I spent the day with Azriel yesterday. Sometimes we sneak away and train. He teaches me self-defense maneuvers and even some Illyrian fighting techniques. My powers have been growing a lot lately too. I am still not allowed siphons though. It’s getting harder to contain but training with Azriel serves as an outlet.

I got into a fight with father again two nights ago. He threw a knife at me. I avoided it but if it hit me, it would have landed in my chest. He called me an “ungrateful whore just like my mother.” I was told that mother died in childbirth but sometimes I wonder if it’s not true.

When he locked me in the cellar this time, I let out a blast of power. It ripped a shelf off the wall and down with it came a dusty box I’d never seen before. I opened it to find a beautiful obsidian-hilted knife and a note that said:

For my beautiful babe. May the light of truth always find you, even in the darkest places. I will always love you. -Mother.

I can’t believe it was there all of this time. It broke my heart to know that she had been locked away in the cellar too. The only thing she was able to give me. She loved me. Those words meant so much. Someday I will be reunited with her in the realm beyond and she’ll share her truth with me.

Oh I almost forgot!! Azriel snuck into my room this evening and I showed him the knife. He held me while I cried tears of joy and sadness over this gift from my mother.

He’s going to train me in wielding it.”

16 Year old Y/N

Father was away on a training exercise last night so I went to a party at Rhysand’s cabin. It was fun but Morrigan was there. She’s so beautiful and I think Azriel likes her. He looks at her like she’s the brightest star in the sky.

He’s my best friend and I have loved him for a long time but sometimes, I feel an ache in my chest. Maybe I love him as more than a friend? I left the party early and trained with my hunting knife alone at our usual spot. He didn’t come looking for me.

This morning he stopped by and we practiced together. He seemed sad for a bit but I didn’t press. He tends to prefer more physical methods of expressing his feelings. He was still sullen afterward so I brought him back to my house for tea. We laid in bed together for hours. I know it’s frowned upon but it’s never gone past holding each other. He needs touch as much as I need his listening ear.

I think I’m going to ask him to spend the night.

17 year old Y/N

Yesterday was my 17th birthday. Father didn’t pay any mind to it as always. He says it’s “a reminder of what I did to my mother.” He drank himself into oblivion which left me free to leave the house. He probably never realized I left.

Sometimes I want to tell him that I know his secret - that there was more to her death than my birth but I know better. The following blow up would be catastrophic. At this point, my power has been growing so much that I think… I think I’m more of a danger to him than he is to me.

But… something big happened. Azriel took me flying. We looked at the stars and he flew me far north to see the Aurora. It was almost as beautiful as him. I may or may not have cried tears of joy.

Az playfully kissed my tears away but then something happened - what started as friendly kisses sparked a flame within me and I… I noticed a shift in his scent too. We locked eyes and he kissed my lips. Hard, fervently, like maybe he sees me as something more. We landed in a clearing under the Aurora and kissed for hours.

I love him. I love him wholeheartedly.

18 year old Y/N

Something happened last night! Az and I have spent a lot of nights together recently. Any time father is away, he comes over and we lay in bed kissing and talking for hours until his shadows inevitably lull me to sleep. But last night, I kissed his jaw and down his neck - he grabbed my wrist and growled!! Not a scary growl but a… possessive growl. He told me that if we started this, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

So…. I kept kissing him. Lower. And Lower. And, well… the rumors about wingspan are true.

We had each other over and over all night, until Cassian and Rhys came knocking on my door looking for him.

18 Year old Y/N part two:

Father has hardly been around. He’s been visiting other camps. I’m thankful for the break from him and especially thankful for the time I’ve spent with Azriel. We’ve spent countless hours entangled with each other over the past few months. My power has been stirring a lot, it’s still growing. Training hasn’t been enough so this physical outlet between Azriel and I has been a lifeline. I can’t get enough of him. He told me he loved me - and I knew this time it was different. He truly loves me and not just as his friend. He knows that I love him too.

But things have also been trying… Morrigan has visited a few times recently and he’s still so enamored by her. Honestly, I get it. But it still hurts. Sometimes I want to say something about it but I don’t want to cause problems. There’s a rumor that she slept with Cassian a couple of years ago and things have been different between Azriel and Morrigan ever since. He broods more than ever when she’s around.

Maybe I need to fuck him senseless, until all he can think about is me.

Just kidding, but seriously.

19 Year Old Y/N

“I have a secret.

A really big, life altering secret.

Azriel is my mate. I don’t know if he knows but last night - things were really passionate, when we came together, that golden thread people talk about, it just… SNAPPED for me.

Things have been really bad with father lately and there have been more wing clippings happening. My heart hurts for the girls. I used to feel sad because I never had a chance to touch the skies (until Azriel learned to fly and carried me into them) - but to have been able to fly for so many years and lose the ability. I couldn’t imagine. Those males deserve to suffer.

Father made a comment recently saying that he gave me a ‘gift’ by cutting off and burning my wings as a child. It made me furious - my power slipped. It destroyed most of our living room furniture and half our kitchen table. I could scent the fear in him when it happened. I think if he wasn’t such a coward - he would have killed me. I have hardly seen him since.”

20 Year old Y/N

“Azriel is taking me to a formal party at another camp! I can’t wait. Rhysand’s mother even made me a dress for it. It’s the most beautiful clothing I’ve ever owned. She also added a hidden sheath for my knife.

I just finished getting ready - I feel like a shooting star. I’ve never felt so… so powerful and gorgeous. My eyes are lined with kohl and my hair is braided with silvery strands woven in.

Tonight is the night I’m telling Azriel. I’m nervous, so, so nervous, but he deserves to know that we’re mates.

Morrigan will be at the party too. I really hope I’m not making a mistake by telling him tonight. I know he still cares for her so I will wait until after the party and it’s just the two of us in the sky before telling him. Maybe he’ll take me to look at the Aurora again.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The Survivor

The infamous Shadowsinger made his way to her - approaching slowly, trembling, two palms up in the air as if to placate her.

He knelt down to the female who cried out in a blood curdling scream of pain and fear.

“P-pl-please don’t!! Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m here. You are safe.” The Shadowsinger choked out.

She didn’t understand. Why would he kill that female? She was only trying to help.

“Y-yo-you ki-killed h-her.” She cried out right before everything went black.

~~~~~~~~~~

The Shadowsinger

Devastation. Pure devastation threatened to rip Azriel to shreds. What the hell happened in a matter of hours?

He’d barely seen Y/N at the dance. She’d arrived to the party with all eyes on her. She held her head high, wearing her scars proudly. He couldn’t help but admire how she let them shine tonight. He’d walked in with his hand on her back his scarred skin to her scarred skin. It wasn’t a flaw at all, but a lovely match. They were beautiful together.

Tonight was the night he would ask her to move in with him. He was now making a small salary - enough to buy a little cabin for the two of them. It was time for her to get the hell away from her horrid father. He planned to take her to view the aurora that she loved so much - and present her with a special gift - her very own siphons. She was the strongest Illyrian female he knew - really she was stronger than any Illyrian he knew aside from maybe him, Rhys, and Cassian. She’d struggled with her power and the misogynistic Illyrian bastards in Windhaven refused to allow her or any female such a privilege.

He’d worked out a plan with Rhys, who convinced the smith that crafted the siphons that he was going to try his hand at wearing siphons one more time - claiming he had a new method of siphoning his power through them that would prevent shattering. While they both knew it was bullshit and the siphons would never work for Rhys - they would then gift them to Y/N without raising suspicion.

Mor was at the dance tonight. He had gone over to visit with her and shared his plans for tonight with her. She squealed and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek and a huge hug, requesting a celebratory dance. They’d gone out on the dance floor for a couple of songs and when he pulled away to steal a dance with Y/N she was gone.

He’d searched the party through when a couple of males burst through the door - yelling of a female going crazy and murdering local villagers.

Az immediately vacated the party to take down the assailant - sending another partygoer to alert Rhys and Cassian who were currently bedding a set of twins in one of the suites.

He was taken back when he landed at the site of the attack. The carnage was brutal with blood coating the snowy ground, littered in dead males and females. His heart nearly stopped when he realized, at the center of it all, there she was. Y/N holding her hunting knife over a severely injured female.

Stunned by the sight, Azriel prepared to send a wave of power out and knock the knife from her hand. Right as the power readied itself for Azriel to fire, she turned and looked at him. Her eyes met his and snap. His body jolted - a golden thread between him and the blood splattered beauty before him - the surge caused his arm to jerk and a much more powerful blast emitted from his siphons. He missed his target. For the first time in his life, he missed it. Instead of the knife, the deadly blast of power hit her.

His mate. His best friend. His equal. His eternity - ripped away in a second.

Everything after that was a blur. His only memories of those moments played on a constant reel in his head flashing images of the injured girl screaming “you killed her!!!!”, collapsing on top of Y/N’s lifeless body, screaming to the mother or any other deity that may listen - begging for her chest to rise and fall again, and then four strong hands pulling him off of her before everything went black and his brothers voice calmed his mind.

~~~~~~~~~~

Days later Azriel woke up from whatever sedation Rhys had put him in. When he woke, Cassian was by his side. It was all of a minute before the memory came flooding back.

Azriel thrashed only to find he’d been restrained.

“Brother..” Cassian said firmly.

“Brother!” he yelled

Azriel’s wrists and ankles were on fire as he thrashed. He had to get to her, had to.

Finally Azriel cried out “Y/N!!! Y/N!!!!”

“My mate! Where is she!? WHERE IS SHE!?” he screamed and cried, thrashing against the restraints with all of his might.

Everything went dark again.

“Az…..” Rhys spoke softly into his mind

Azriel didn’t have the strength to scream or yell in this space of sedation. He could only whisper “where is she?”

Silence filled the void of his mind before Rhys spoke. “She’s gone, Az.”

Devastation flooded through him, filling him completely, making that one sided bond reverberate every ounce of emotion back to him.

Rhys waited patiently, sending soothing waves of darkness into his mind. Knowing Azriel well enough to wait until he was ready to send a thought back.

“Why, Rhys? Why did she do it?”

Again, that damned silence as Rhys paused.

“If I show you now, I’ll have to keep you under for longer, Az. You’re a danger to yourself right now and this… it’s heavy, brother.”

“Do it” he gritted.

Azriel’s mind became entranced in a vision. Before him a massacre. He was seeing through the eyes of a frightened female, eyes bleary from sobbing.

A large group of males had corralled several females into a circle, some as young as five or six. The males all carried sharp objects ranging from sickles and scythes to swords and axes.

A male stepped forward - Y/N’s father - who spoke:

“Females of Illyria have not served us well in many years. They forget that their purpose is to care for us, maintain our homes, and cater to our physical needs. Instead, they insult us by wasting time and energy on training - as if our protection is not enough? Young females smuggle herbs into our camps that delay their bleed so they can fly where they please, whoring around with whomever they please. These behaviors reflect negatively on all of Illyria, leaving us to appear weak to enemies.”

And then the bloodshed began. The males ran at the females, corralling them in closer and closer. Butchering wings and brutalizing any female who dared fight back. The screaming, gods awful screaming, pierced the air.

Male screams suddenly burst out - a blast of power knocking ten of them on their asses.

And there she was, in her resplendent glory.

“Hello boys.” She smirked.

Y/N’s father stepped forward. “My traitorous daughter, and dressed like a slut too. Shall we show them what happens to women who don’t obey.”

“Oh yes, ladies, my father took my wings when I was four. He burnt the stumps too. See these scars?” She turned around briefly with a wave to her back. “Someone I love helped me realize how beautiful they are, a stark reminder of what I can overcome.”

She paused, looking to the females as she addressed her father:

“So yes, father, perhaps this is the fate of disobedient females - but allow me the honor of showing YOU the fate of males who think they can steal a females power.”

-They say looks can kill and I might try-

Her piercing eyes again met her father as she threw a hand out, sending another blast of power - a death blow - turning him to ash in the wind.

Before any of the males could react, she sent another larger blast, creating an opening near the most vulnerable of the females.

“RUN! Those of you who can fight - you may stay. Those of you who are unable - there is no shame in leaving now! Seek shelter!”

The females nodded toward a teenage girl, signaling her to gather the youngest females and ran off with them. Any males that tried stopping them were turned to ash.

“Ladies, show them who we are!” Y/N cried.

-The ladies simply had enough-

They were outnumbered, so terribly outnumbered. Some females had died before Y/N arrived - bleeding out from the butchering of their wings but the few remaining females fought bravely. Because of their lack of training, the males easily overtook many of them but Y/N led them bravely, valiantly, taking them out as best as she could.

As the female numbers lessened Y/N cried out for the females to evacuate, to seek healers. The remainder of the females fled aside from two females (one of which this visions point of view was from) who appeared to have more training than the others.

Y/N looked to them giving a knowing look seemingly saying “give them hell.” They adjusted their stances into that of the most fearsome warriors, and took on the remaining males as more and more fled in.

Y/N’s power was like nothing they’d ever seen. She took down male after male.

Before she could react, two males approached from behind taking out the other female and knocking out the vision of the female whose mind Rhys had gleaned into.

As the female blacked out, the vision faded away. Silence once again filled the air for several minutes before Azriel said:

“But.. she was holding a knife over the female. I don’t understand.”

Rhys answered in a heartbreakingly soft tone

“I can show you, brother. But this will be hard to see. Are you sure?”

Azriel replied firmly, “show me.”

Rhys hesitated before continuing. But then the vision resumed as the female regained consciousness:

Her eyes were so blurry. She was hurting terribly but managed a gasp. Around her, all of the males were dead and the bodies of their fallen sisters painted the snow red. Emotion flooded through her, she couldn’t move. As her vision cleared further, she saw her. The female who fought so bravely for them.

Y/N saw her and ran over. The blood caking her braid causing panic. The trauma of this night was too much - the blood so triggering. Y/N sensed the fear and whispered “I am here. You are safe now. Look at my eyes, not around you, not at the blood on me, just my eyes.” The female tried but couldn’t look away from the blood in her hair. “I’m going to bring my knife out and cut the braid. Do not be afraid.” Y/N once again unsheathed her knife, lifting it, when loud wings flapped in. The injured female couldn’t get words out, her only signal to Y/N, a wide eyed look of panic.

Y/N turned around - breathed out “Azri-“ just as that fatal blow of power hit her.

“STOP!” Azriel cried out in his mind. It was too much.

Azriel’s body began convulsing as a mixture of rage, heartbreak, and panic flew through him. “I KILLED HER. I KILLED HER. MY MATE. MY MATE. MY MATE.”

Rhys had no choice but to send out another wave of sedation to his brother.

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The next several weeks were spent in and out of sedation. Rhysand had found that Y/N’s father had been planning the attack for months, perhaps even longer. The camp was chosen for the first attack because of the party - a distraction to lessen the chances of interference from outsiders.

He planned to carry out more attacks throughout Illyria in coming months. Had it not been for Y/N, more would have happened. Her heroic actions prevented so many more losses than just the ones that were saved that night.

Azriel stayed bedridden for months - only leaving when Cassian and Rhys nagged him enough that it wasn’t worth the energy to refuse them. One day Rhys brought in a box, inside the box, Y/N’s knife and a journal. “She would have wanted you to have this.”

Azriel’s chest broke at the sight. Her mothers knife, the knife they’d spent hundreds of hours training with. He almost refused it but it felt like a piece of her. A reminder of her goodness, of the mate he lost.

That night he laid it under his pillow - an odd comfort as he read through the journal. The journal unveiling that she knew they were mates. His heart cracked further knowing that the reason she’d stepped out that night was likely to get some air after she saw him with Morrigan. “Stupid.” His inner thoughts cried out to him. How could he have been so blind?

He lay awake for half the night as he read through her journal - he sobbed for hours until his shadows finally lulled him to sleep.

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Truth-Teller

“Azriel” a soft voice whispered.

“Azriel” the lovely voice whispered again.

He was dreaming.

He tried to whisper her name but couldn’t speak.

“I don’t have much time, I need you to listen.”

He again attempted to speak but no sound came. He nodded his head.

A flash of light illuminated his mind and there she was. Somehow even more beautiful than she’d been - if that were possible. Her form illuminated with an incandescent glow, face full of light - a light that only came from insurmountable joy and happiness. And behind her, behind her were stunning golden feathered wings. An angel, his angel, stood before him… with six glowing siphons.

“Azriel, please do not cry for me. I am at peace. This was always my destiny. The lovely truth of my life was that all of the pain led me to you, I found a love, a friendship, that so few experience. Every step led me to where I am now and this afterlife is beautiful. The truth of life is that fate is inevitable.”

She waved a hand and out stepped more winged females. The females who died in the attack.

“What happened was not an accident, it was fate. You could not have changed the outcome. When you sent your power out toward me and the bond snapped, my power shot through the bond into you, reflecting back to me. You only sent out a small blast, the fatal blow came from my refracted power.”

Azriel’s eyes widened at the revelation. His heart still completely shattered but the guilt slightly lessened.

“When you sealed my fate it trapped a piece of my soul in the knife. I am forever bound to Truth-Teller. When you carry truth-teller you carry a piece of my power, of me, with you. Though, I will be with you regardless, as a part of me will always rest…” she held a delicate hand to her heart, “right here.”

His mind raced. Truth-Teller. What she’d named her knife after the truth of her mother was unveiled with it.

“I must go now, Azriel.” She waved an arm again to her fellow angels. “I am the keeper of the Mother’s gate and this is my legion. This was always my destiny - this and to love you. I will keep the bastards out and someday, someday far from now, I will hold the gate open for you.

Until then, may the truth set you free my love.”

A beautiful woman resembling Y/N stepped forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her mother. The angels all nodded to Azriel in confirmation.

“My precious mate, I will love you for eternity.” Y/N whispered as she shot toward the sky - right into the most vibrant aurora he’d ever seen.

~~~~~~~~~~

Truth-Teller

500 Years Later

Azriel still thought of her every damn day, Truth-Teller never leaving his side. His North Star, the angel guiding him through life. He never told his brothers - didn’t know how to explain how that broken mating bond glowed inside him whenever his intuition failed. She’d guided him in her own way all of these years.

Leading up to the war with Hybern the tug became stronger and stronger. A warning of the strife to come.

For the first time since the night Rhys brought him her journal and Truth-Teller, she reappeared to him.

“Azriel.” Her melodic voice whispered, a sweet song serenading his soul.

“Azriel, I don’t have much time.” that honeyed voice whispered.

In the same fashion as last time, he couldn’t speak. Managing only to nod.

“I have carefully pulled the strings of fate as much as I am capable. A war is coming with a fate that I am unable to divulge. The Mother has allowed me to share just this:

“The fawn who sees carries the truth. When the time comes, you will know.”

Azriel furrowed his brows with confusion.

Y/N smiled softly, outshining any star in the sky, more captivating than the spirits of Starfall. “The truth will set you free. Do not fear loving again.”

He fought and fought, trying to speak, thrashing against the walls of his mind he was able to mutter three words to her.

“I love you.”

She placed a hand on her heart.

“I know, my love.”

Spreading those magnificent wings, she shot from his mind, the void filling with the echoes of her song.

“Until eternity reunites our souls.”

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years ago

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Doting husband Bruce with pregnant wife reader 💗🐈🌷🎀

Here's not that. Mostly because I'm in a mood today.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Wayne," Alfred said, helping you out of your wet coat with a frown. "I see the weather is still dreadful."

"I thought I was going to have to build an Ark sometime around noon today," you answer, teeth chattering. You manage a smile. You manage to keep up polite banter. But it's just- all you want to do is cry.

Shower. Hot Shower. You can shut the door and cry. And that thought makes it easier to hold on to the thin veneer of 'okay' you slapped on top of ache in your chest.

"Dinner will be ready shortly," Alfred said, "if you would like to dress."

And you nod, feeling scolded. Though you slap the back of your hand mentally before you can say anything sharp. You'd had a hard day. And it left you feeling raw. That wasn't anyone else's fault. "A shower first-"

"Of course," the butler nodded slightly. Unbothered by having to wait dinner long enough for you to not catch your death. It wouldn't do for you to die of pneumonia when Bruce seemed to have learned how to be happy- at least as happy as he was capable of being. And he watched you go, frown deepening as he went to go inform your husband that you were home. And upset.

_________________

"Sweetheart," Bruce said softly, stepping into the shower where you were crying. Face hidden in your hands and pulled you against his chest. "It's alright."

And when you only cried harder, all he could do was squeeze you tighter, resting his cheek on your hair. "I'm here," he soothed. "Please don't cry."

It hurt. He hated it when you cried. He didn't know what to do- he didn't even know why you were crying. But he knew this was the kind of cry that was a long time coming. Something boiled over and now all you could do was let it run its course.

"Shh," he murmured. It broke his heart, listening to you sob. The hiccups and stutters that made it hard to understand what you were saying. Discordant pieces. But- it didn't matter what the pieces were. Only that they were too much. Today was too much.

And when you finally cried yourself out, letting him wrap you in warm soft towels, Bruce was thankful the crying stopped. "Are you hungry, baby?" he asked softly.

"No," you murmur. "I'm just so tired."

Bruce frowned a little and nodded. Tired covered a multitude of ills. It was how you deflected. Kept him from worrying about you- it didn't but. You didn't need to know that.

"I'll bring dinner to you," he said. "You'll sleep better with some actual food in your stomach-"

"I ate-"

"No you didn't," he said, chucking you under the chin. "Snacks don't count. Not the way you eat them. I'll bring up dinner and we'll watch a movie."

"Don't you need to-"

"Pretty sure any bombs are probably underwater by now," Bruce snorted. "Batman can go out tomorrow."

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #doting husband!bruce #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

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lanadeldixon · 1 year ago

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Summertime Sadness

Pairing- Daryl x fem reader (some Rosita x reader if you squint)

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- angst, implied panic attack, mentions of death, someone being beaten, starved Daryl :(

Setting- s7 Alexandria

Summary- The saviours come to collect their 50%, but when you see the condition Daryl is in it’s hard to cope.

“Oh my God,” I whispered “Daryl?” His name a symphony of worry on my lips. A name I used to say with such love now drained of its positivity and filled with fear instead.

Vulnerability shone through his eyes as he turned to me, “Y/N?”

As soon as my name fell from his lips, the end of a gun struck him straight in the jaw, the loud thud of his body hitting the ground echoed through the town.

My breath hitched and a tear rolled down my cheek as they hit him again, yelling at him, “SPEAK WHEN YOU’RE SPOKEN TOO!”

“Leave him alone,” my voice choked up to the point where it came out in only a whisper.

“Let him go,” I cried louder this time, desperate to draw them away.

Hands wrapped around my mouth, too quick for me to react, my screams came out as muffled cries as I attempted to call for help.

But it was no use, I was dragged backwards into my house,

“Shh, you have to calm down, okay?” I immediately un-tensed at the sound of her voice.

“You gotta be tough, you do shit like that you’ll get all of us killed.” Rosita exclaimed sternly.

Her hands released me and she circled me until we were eye to eye.

“You’re not gonna be doing us any favours getting yourself killed,” it was clear to see she was still in grief, she was mourning a man she’d killed off in her mind a long time ago, only now he was truly gone and it was still sinking in.

She had become colder, no one could blame her, however all of us were too busy drowning in our own insurmountable grief and missing loved ones to pay attention to anything else.

I nodded at her like a school kid following her teachers orders then opened my mouth preparing to respond.

“Bam!” The door swung open.

“We said 50% didn’t we?!” His voice shook us to the core.

Whispers of the dead conquered my thoughts as I turned to look at him.

“Woah ho ho well you must be the girl?!”

Negan exclaimed following it with a slight laugh.

“Well you sure are a pretty thing ain’t ya!” His hand reached to my face as he said it, I stared him down, not daring to move but still not hiding my resentment.

“If I weren’t such a fan of your boy Daryl I think I’d have to make you one of my wives,” a sinister grin took over his face as my mine began to pale.

He leaned close to my ear, to the point where I could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke, “Hell, im the boss, I could just do it anyway…”

I tried to hold back my anger, to not say anything out of fear of what he might do. But the idea of having to marry him sickened and overwhelmed me, “fuck you,” I snarled, eyes finally meeting his.

“You got some massive lady balls and I gotta say, I dig that.” He stated, pulling his face away.

“I’m so tempted to bring you home darling.” He finished, deep down I knew he was just teasing but the thought revolted me.

“I would never be the wife of someone like you,” I responded, my face scrunching up.

He looked at me still with that daring smile.

At that point I couldn’t taken it anymore, my rage boiled until finally, it spilled, I looked at him and let out a large wad of spit aiming it right at his leg.

“Go to hell,” I stated, storms in my eyes.

His face finally faltered as he stared at the stain on his trousers.

“Ho ho ho, you bitch,” he said grabbing the back of my hair and yanking me outside of the house.

“How about we put on a little show, huh darling” he purred in my ear.

I felt ill as he forced me to my knees and began to gesture with Lucille.

“Now I was gonna be nice today but it seems some of you still need an example of how to behave.” Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned as he spoke.

I didn’t cry, I was very careful to heed Rosita’s advice and made sure I didn’t once show my fear, Daryl however did not do the same…

“Y/N!” He screamed as if I was already dead.

“DONT TOUCH HER,” he cried with rage, “I’LL KILL YA!”

“Bring him,” calmly, he gestured to the woman on his right as he spoke.

She dragged him so he was diagonal to me, she then kept her hands on his face, forcing him to keep his eyes on me.

Now I knew to be scared but all I could think was how tired he looked, behind the rage and upset was masked malnutrition and exhaustion. I couldn’t help but worry.

“We’re gonna break up another couple tonight,” he laughed aiming and fake swinging his bat at me.

I grimaced at his statement recalling the story of what happened to Glenn and Abraham and the devastation Maggie and Sasha were left with.

“I’m sorry, you would’ve been a real treat to come home too but looks like you’re gonna end up another lost treasure.”

“Last chance to say goodbye lover boy,” Negan warned.

Daryl was screaming profanities at him, doing everything he could to divert Lucille’s attention to him instead but to my relief, his attempts failed…

That was when the countdown started…

“10…” my breathing quickened.

“9…” I could see Daryl’s mouth moving, his whole body scrambling beneath the saviours holding him back, but all I could hear was Negans voice.

“8…” “just continue to do this when you’re scared okay baby?” I could hear my mums voice infiltrating my thoughts, guiding me to breathe.

“7…” I can see the flowers, they look so pretty, especially now that the lilies have grown, my mother didn’t like lilies, she always loved roses.

“6…” I can see the sun, it shines so brightly today, beaming down its light onto all of us, I think of Daryl’s nickname for me.

“5…” I can see my friends, I love my friends. Part of me wishes I could see Maggie again, the other doesn’t want her to see this.

“4…” I can see the sky, it looks painted today, the way the clouds are floating looks ethereal.

“3…” I can see Daryl. My Daryl, I smile.

“2…” I can see the bat, it blocks the sun as it’s lifted high into the sky.

“1…” I can see Glenn and Abraham, I didn’t think I’d see them so soon but I’m happy-

“I’LL JOIN YA!” Silence overcame the crowd as Daryl pleaded.

“Just let her go, that’s all I ask” his voice quaked, there was a frantic look of desperation in his eyes.

Silence…

Negan chuckled before his face turned stern.

“Who are you?” He commanded in a teasing tone.

“I am Negan…”

#daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #rosita espinosa #negan smith #alexandria #twd alexandria

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beastofburdenxo · 1 year ago

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Raising Catherine chapter 3

Catherine has turned 18, and things are getting complicated. MINORS DNI 2k words

tags: masturbation, Voyeurism (Tommy is literally a peeping Tom), use of alcohol, possible non con if you squint.

It was Catherine’s 18th birthday. Tommy decided to take her on a picnic like they did when she was little to celebrate. Just the two of them. It was a nice sunny day out as he laid out the blanket and she took the sandwiches and other snacks out of the basket. “Happy birthday, love,” proclaimed Tommy as he pulled a little box out of his pocket, “A little something for my not so little girl.” Catherine opened the box to find a little ruby pendant in the shape of a heart, with a petite gold chain. “Oh Tommy,” Catherine cried out, “You shouldn’t have! It's beautiful!” He took it to help put it around her neck. “Thank you so much I love it!” Tommy kissed her forehead, “You’re welcome sweetheart, every woman should have at least one good piece of jewelry, eh? I saw it in the store window, and I just knew it belonged around your neck.” Catherine was so giddy about her new gift, and it brought joy to Tommy to see her like that. He loved making her happy, regardless of if others thought that he was giving her special treatment. He thought that she deserved it, after all, he made a promise, didn’t he?

“Oh, won’t be long now and you’ll be leaving me behind, eh?” Tommy joked. Deep down he knew that one day she would, and that brought him deep sadness. “Oh, stop it Tommy, I'm just now 18. You act like you’re some ancient old man just withering away!” Tommy laughed, “Well dear I am pushing 40, sometimes I feel older than that.” “Well, you don’t look it,” Catherine replied, “Who knows, you might get married off before I do! You might just be leaving me!” Tommy was married years ago, before she came into the picture, but his wife suddenly died. He doesn’t speak of her much, but paintings of her are all over the house. “I’m sorry Tommy,” Catherine finally realized what she said after a moment of silence, “I know it’s a sore subject for you. Forget I said it.” Tommy gave her shoulder a soft nudge, “It’s okay, love. Being married feels like a lifetime ago. I’ll always love her, but I know she would want me to be happy with someone and marry again if I so choose. I'm not against it, it just hasn’t happened. Besides, why on earth would I marry and leave my girl behind, eh? You are stuck with me I’m afraid.”

A comfortable silence follows as they begin to dig into their food. “Would I make a good wife, Tommy?” Catherine suddenly asks. Tommy almost chokes on his sandwich, “Y-Y-Yes you would,” he manages to sputter out, “You are smart, funny, talented, respectful.... And quite the beautiful woman.” Catherine turns away at this, as she doesn’t want him to see how flushed her face is at his compliments, “Any man would be lucky to have you, love. Why? Is there someone in mind?” Tommy asks lightly, not wanting to let on that his blood is boiling. He isn’t ready for her to marry off. “No, I was just wondering.” Tommy puts on a small smile at this, “Don’t worry too much about it, love, you have plenty of time for all that. Focus on your schooling, you are almost done. Top of your class, eh? My smart girl?” Catherine throws a grape at him; he dodges it with a laugh. “Plenty of time,” he thinks to himself, “Plenty of time, relax Tom. No need to take your gun out again. Relax. She is still yours.” After the picnic, there is more celebrating to be had at the Garrison. Arthur snuck Catherine a shot of whiskey, “Just between us, yeah? Tommy would have me shot if he found out.” With a wink. Polly baked a beautiful cake, and everyone had a great time.

That night at home, after a few more drinks snuck under the table, Catherine made her way to Tommy’s bedroom. He was still up, sitting in bed with his usual paperwork. “There’s the birthday girl,” he exclaimed, “Did you have fun today?” Trying her very best to walk right, she made her way closer to him. “I-I-I did, Tommy,” she managed to get out, the whiskey was starting to get to her head. “Can I sleep with you tonight? Pleeeease?” Tommy raised his eyebrows at this, “Now Cathy dear, you aren’t 12 anymore, it’s inappropriate to share a bed with me now. You are grown, what if the maids find out? What then, hmm?” Sitting on the bed to keep from falling over you chuckle, “Who cares? If they tell you can just fire them, right?” Tommy swats her with his papers, “Catherine Michelle, you know better! What has gotten into you?” Coming closer to her he smells it, “Have you been drinking?! Damn it, Arthur!” This causes her to fall over with a case of giggles. Tommy takes off his glasses with a sigh, “Alright, get in. Only because you’ll probably be sick in the morning.” Catherine clumsily makes her way under the covers. “Go straight to sleep now. I've got a busy day tomorrow. And from now on you will sleep in your bed!” Catherine curls up next to Tommy, trying her best to hold back her laughter, “Well of course Mr. Shelby sir.” Tommy just rolls his eyes with a smile, “Good night, Cathy, I love you.” “I love you too Tommy, no good night kiss?” Catherine cackles. “Oh, for God sakes, go to sleep!”

It was a long night for Tommy. The whiskey put Catherine right out, but he just couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t stop looking at her, she looked like a little angel next to him. He knows that he fussed at her, but deep down he wouldn’t care if she slept with him every night. And she was right about the maids, they could easily be fired. He loved having her next to him, even in an innocent way like this. Things could easily be not so innocent; he could just reach over and take her at any time. But he showed restraint. She deserved better than him, even though at the same time he wanted no one else to have her. Let's just say things have gotten complicated since she’s gotten older. He decides to get up before the restraint wears off and try and do some work. At his desk, thoughts of her in his bed keep running through his mind. Catherine lying there in a little silk nightie, beckoning him to her. Him sliding the straps gently off her shoulders as she steps out of it for him. Gliding his hands over every inch of her body. Her smiling at him as she undoes his pants for him.... “Stop it,” he thinks to himself, “Just stop it, Tom. It's wrong to think like this.” But it’s too late, his body has reacted to his little fantasy. His erection out and proud, demanding attention. From Catherine specifically.

“Just go over there and take her,” a little voice demands, “She is pretty much yours; you’ve scared every other man in town. Give her what you know she wants from you!” While arguing with the voices in his head, he is oblivious to the fact that he squeezed his pen so hard it burst. Ink is all over his hands, and his paperwork. He notices his hands and throws the pen across the room in frustration. “Tommy...” A little voice comes in the doorway, “I woke up and you were gone.” Catherine walks into his office rubbing her eyes. Tommy scoots his chair up just in time to hide his problem. “Sorry love couldn’t sleep. Thought I'd do some work and made a mess instead.” Holding up his dirty hands, “Do you care to go get me a wet rag sweetheart? Before it dries.” In the time it took catherine (still half drunk) to get a rag and come back, Tommy managed to calm himself down. It's a good thing too, because when she made it back, she pulled his chair back and plopped down on his lap. She grabbed his big hands and proceeded to try and wipe the ink off. “I’ve got it, go back to sleep love.” He told her to try to get her away in case of another surprise appearance, but she wouldn’t hear of it. “It’s alright, I've got it. You’ll wind up getting ink everywhere.” She looked so cute on his lap, drunk and sleepy while still trying to concentrate on his hands. “You’ve got something else for her to concentrate on, eh Tom?” the voice teased, making him tense up. He lightly pushes her off his lap, heart racing. “Go on to sleep Cathy, it’s late now, eh? You need to sleep the rest of that whiskey off.” She stands shakily, putting the rag down on his desk. “Tuck me in?” she asks, her eyes big and sweet. Tommy can’t take much more of this. “Go. Now.” he points sternly across the hall, “Don’t make me carry you like a sack of potatoes.” This causes Catherine to pout, but she leaves like he asked. But, not without mumbling, “You are mean Mr. Shelby.”

Many hours later, or what seemed like it, Tommy decided to try and sleep again. His hands are still slightly gray from the faded ink, he assumes he’ll have to wear the rest of it off. Reaching the doorway, he sees Catherine lying in his bed, moonlight coming from the window making her glow. She is breathing heavily, at first, he thinks she’s in the middle of a drunken nightmare. Then he hears it, A soft whimper coming from her lips. He can’t see one hand, but he sees the other squeezing her breast. She is neither asleep nor having a nightmare. She is masturbating. In his bed. He stands frozen, watching her. Catherine’s big eyes are closed in pleasure as her hips start to rock. Tommy doesn’t know what to do. Does he ignore her? Help her? Leave? With all honesty he wants to watch her, especially since they are now alone in the house. The maids left hours ago. He is afraid that she will eventually notice his shadow looming in the doorway, so he sneaks into his own bedroom. Her eyes are still closed, back softly arching exposing her hard nipples through her gown to him. He grabs the cover while she is still at work, and slowly pulls it off her. Her pale legs spread in the moonlight for him. He moves to the corner farthest from her, hand now in his pants at the sight of her.

Tommy can hear just how wet she is in the silent room. He is fascinated by every sweet sound she makes. She is just so pretty. Just for him. He times his own strokes with hers, biting his lip to stay quiet and hidden from her in the dark. “Tommy...” Catherine whispers, “Tommy...” Hearing this causes Tommy’s eyes to roll back as he silently comes all over his hand. She was touching herself to the thought of him. She was for sure his now. In a moment of pure bliss, she cries his name one last time as she comes all over his sheets. Her whole body was shaking. Tommy can’t take it anymore; he must go to her. He fixes himself and goes to bed, taking her in his arms. “Shhh, Shhh,” he coos in Catherine’s ear, “That’s it, I'm here now.” He rubs her back as she comes down. “My angel, thinking of me, eh? Such a good girl. I love you so much.” Catherine is still quite drunk and doesn’t realize that he watched the whole show. “I love you too, Tommy. Will you tuck me in now?” With a chuckle he replies, “Yes sweetheart, but let me clean your hands first.” He goes to get a warm wet rag and now it’s his turn to clean her up. He puts the cover back on the bed and puts her underneath it. Catherine scoots over for him, and he sits right on the wet spot she made. He lies in it with a smile. Knowing that she is his just as much as he is hers. She just may not remember it tomorrow.

#tommy shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby x fem!reader

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violetlight · 8 months ago

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Ideas - scenario where human finds borrower but decides they don't want to know so now it's the borrower who chases the human who wants nothing to do with them.

Human finds and interacts with borrower family instead of one person.

This is such a fun idea! :) Here's my take.

A walked down the hallway away from their lecture, rubbing their eyes with sleepiness. They had gone to bed at 1 am last night and slept through all of their alarms. Finally waking up an hour after they were supposed to, they rushed out the door without breakfast and practically ran over a freshman. They burst into the hall just as the lecture started, panting. After class their stomach growled hungrily and they opted to get something from the vending machines, they took a sharp right into the hallway, yawning, they could already tell today was going to be great. /sarc. They walked up to a vending machine, rummaging around in their bag for their debit card, shuffling their feet. Suddenly, they heard the soft thump of something hitting the ground. They sighed figuring they probably dropped something from their wallet.

They kneeled down looking around and sighed again not seeing anything, so they crawled onto their belly and froze. Underneath the vending machine was a tiny... animal.... thing... person? A stared at it, it stared back it's tiny arm completely engulfed in a half eaten candy bar. A rubbed their sleepy eyes again to make sure they weren't imagining this. When they made sure they weren't they blinked again, all of the frustration and the anxiety of the morning boiling over. A stood up, turned on their heel and walked away.

Just as they were halfway down the hallway, they heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the ground. "Wait!" A tiny voice called behind them. They froze and turned around. The tiny person had followed them legs shaking, but probably much braver than someone of that size should be. "Please don't tell anyone about me!" It cried shakily.

A blinked again. "Why would I tell anyone about you?" They asked deliriously. They blinked again at the three inch tall person on the floor...three inch tall person...three inch....tall...person. "Holy Shit, you're a three inch tall person!" A jumped back their sleep deprived brain finally processing the situation.

"Yeah," The thing A had subconsciously dubbed B said in confusion.

A blinked again, B could almost a loading screen circle on their forehead. "That's.. interesting. Okay, have a nice day!" A again, started walking away.

"WAIT!" B shouted again. "Please don't tell anyone about me! I promise, I won't bother you anymore I swear."

A turned around "I already said I wouldn't, remember? Now, go do tiny people things or whatever." And with that A turned around the last time and walked out of the hallway. B was left dumfounded on the ground, just standing there.

Sorry if this wasn't what you were imagining. :( I'm very sleep deprived so I don't know if this is any good.

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laceymorganwrites · 2 years ago

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First time calling you mommy

One Piece edition

Kid

when you pull his hair

he recently discovered he´s a switch

still getting used to subbing but you eased him into it very well

he loves it when you´re rough with him, he´s a good boy, he can take it

still blushes and fumbles with his words any time you praise him for being patient

surprisingly he isn´t such a brat anymore, only when he needs a good punishment to take his mind off stressful things

today is one of those days, you already have him on his back, riding him

when you´re close you pull him back up, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pulling hard

you swear you never heard such a slutty moan come from anyone´s mouth, especially not Kid´s

´mommy!´

his eyes so hazy, mouth hanging open, he looks so fucked out

´harder...please...´

Law

when you yell at him

he´s so bad at taking care of himself, the whole dating progress was such a mess

you literally had to force him to go out on a date with you because while he does like you he´s always busy with work and kind of forgets about other things

you had sex early in your relationship just because you couldn´t watch him overwork himself any longer

he´s actually so grateful that you´re the one taking care of him for once

I feel like Law would get tired of always domming, he´s a switch completely, also won´t sub the whole time

but you´re certainly the only one he will ever sub for

he´s a dork and doesn´t know how to express his feelings

he´s had something on his mind for a while now but doesn´t know how to address it so he coops himself up in his room once again to work all nighters, not eating etc.

not with you

it reaches a boiling point at this time because you yell at him for the first time, frustrated that he doesn´t care about himself the way you do and that you feel helpless because you don´t know what to do anymore

´I´m sorry, mommy...I´ll try to be better´

´it´s okay to ask for help, baby. I´m always there for you´

Sanji

when you stroke his hair

he´s not used to anyone being gentle with him

and honestly he never thought he´d have a girlfriend who´s serious about him, someone who´s not just with him because of a bet or a dare

he was absolutely bewildered when you approached him first and flirted with him like he would

he thinks it´s a joke for the longest time and just rejects you over and over again

but you don´t give up and eventually he gives in, humoring you to just one date

but he realizes quickly that you´re serious about him and he feels very touched at that

he gets crushes daily but actually falling in love? he always thought it was impossible

your love is like something out of a novel, gentle and slow

long walks, holding hands, forehead kisses, cooking together, dancing around the kitchen

but what makes him fall in love with you every day is that you find the ugliest parts of him beautiful too

when he cries, you comfort him, when he´s scared you fight his fears

it´s crazy to him

he´s having a bad day today and just sulking in bed, not wanting to get up or eat

but he didn´t expect you to join him, feeding him some food he likes so that he eats anything at all

you´re genuinely worried about him and it doesn´t go through his head

when you´re so close to him, when he´s allowed to rest his head on your lap and be cared for like this, he truly feels at peace

he closes his eyes when you play with his hair, comforting him, you can feel him sobbing

´tomorrow will be better, baby. Until then I´ll stay with you. I´m not leaving´

he wants to say how grateful he is to you, how much he needs you, needs this, everything

but no words come out for a while, just broken sobs until he finally looks up at you with teary eyes

´I need mommy..´

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elisysd · 1 year ago

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59. I don't ask for much, gimme love

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Gimme Love - Sia

Julia would have loved to stay with Ethan a little more but he had a few meetings to intend to and didn’t know exactly when he would be back. She had come back to her room and changed before texting Romy to know if she wanted to come for a movie after her duties. The blonde had yet to reply but it didn’t worry Julia, she knew she was busy. She took a well needed shower before preparing everything. She even had the time for a quick chat with her brother. She realized it was starting to get late and she had no news from Romy, worry settled in her. She was about to text her once again to know if she was still up for the movie when she heard a loud bang on her door and her best friend storming in the room when she opened her door. She didn’t straight away notice the tears streaming down on Romy’s face but when she did, she didn’t ask questions and took her in her arms. It was the last straw for the German driver who broke down in Julia’s embrace.

“I… I think Kyle and I are over.”

“What? What do you mean, you are over? What happened?”

“Kyle asked me to marry him and I said no.”

Julia felt the need to sit, forcing her best friend to do the same.

“Okay, tell me what happened exactly.”

“I broke his heart, Julia, there is nothing more to explain.”

“But… I don’t understand… you love him? You told me you wanted a family with him… I assumed that marrying him was on your list. Fine, maybe not that soon, but one day…”

“Because it doesn’t come from love! Do you know how he proposed? If I can even call that proposing… I came back from Audi's meeting and I was getting ready to meet you when he knocked. He was fidgety and it didn’t really come as a surprise, he fucked up his quali. You know that a P8 for him is like finishing last. I tried to calm him down, to say that it wasn’t the worst, that he could come out on top, Vegas is made for that. He looked me dead in the eye and said that he wasn’t racing tomorrow. That he didn’t say to the doctor before quali that his migraines came back and that it was getting worse. That he was terrified of losing his eyesight. And that he wanted to marry me tonight because at least he would be able to see me. Not even an I love you, just I want to see you in white before losing everything. That’s…..selfish!”

Romy took her head between her hands and cried some more. Julia felt powerless. She threw an arm around her best friend’s shoulders to pull her against her.

“He loves you Romy. He loves you so much. He is scared to lose you more than anything.”

“I love him too. It’s just… I want to marry him. One day. Not today. I’m not ready and I don’t want to do it out of fear. We will regret it.”

“Did you tell him?” Julia asked.

“No… I just told him that I couldn’t and I left.” Romy admitted sheepishly.

“Romy! If there is one thing that I learned from Ethan’s and I breakup it’s to not run away without explanation! It will make them freak out!”

“I know! I messed up, I panicked, okay? Gosh… what did I do?”

“Call him. Or at least text him, to let him know that you’re okay.”

She felt the blonde nodding before standing up, taking her phone out of her pocket to text Kyle. Meanwhile, Julia took the opportunity to boil some water for tea. Once done and once Romy finally managed to calm down, they sat down on the bed with their hot tea.

“Can I stay with you tonight? I don’t want to be alone…” Romy asked.

“You don’t even have to ask.”

But as soon as Romy hit her pillow, sleep and emotional exhaustion from the day caught up to her. Julia put the cover on her best friend and slowly and without making any noise left her. Her first instinct was to go to Ethan. If someone might have heard about the situation it might have been him. She hoped he wasn’t sleeping. She would feel bad to disturb him. When she arrived in front of his door, she knocked and she backed down when the door opened immediately and closed soon after.

“Sorry…” he apologized, noticing her surprised expression. “Kyle’s in there.” he added.

“In the same emotional state as Romy, I guess.”

“If by emotional state, you mean a mess, then yeah. I swear I could fill up a bottle with only his tears.”

“He screwed up. In a very cute way.”

“I know. It was a stupid idea. I know it’s Vegas and it might have been fitting in other circumstances but telling him to marry him just because he wants to see her when he’ll say ‘I do’ was not the best way to propose. I tried to tell him that maybe he is overreacting with his eyesight. That maybe, just like the doctor said, it will stabilize at some point and he won’t turn entirely blind but he is obsessed with the idea that he could. No matter how low the chances might get.” Ethan sighed.

“Romy is sure he will want to break up, now…”

“No way in hell. Kyle made his choice a long time ago. He chose Romy. And Kye is probably the most loyal guy I’ve come across. That’s not for no reason Ludwig and I call him the golden retriever. Once he has decided that you were his friend, he doesn’t change his mind. It’s for life. If Romy didn’t give up on him when he told her about his eyes, then nothing will make him break up with her unless she decides otherwise. She is the one who is in control. How is she?”

“She is sleeping but yeah… she is no better than him. But it also has been a tough few weeks for her, for Kyle too I’m not saying it was not. It’s just… she lost a baby. Apparently it didn’t go well with Kyle’s parents and…” she was interrupted by Ethan’s laughs. “What?”

“Of course it couldn’t go well. Kyle is from Kentucky and his parents were clearly not the richest. He grew up in a farm. It’s everything Romy hates.”

“Hey, she grew up on a farm too!”

“Not the same kind, Joolsie.”

She shrugged. He leaned against the wall before sitting on the floor, as she did the same. He let his head slightly bang against the beige surface, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before finally looking at her.

“That’s not nice, though… kicking you out of your own bed when you start on pole tomorrow. Are you sure it’s not his strategy?”

“That would be a mean one. And he didn’t kick me out. I could totally sleep in the bed if I wanted, even if he is there. I’ve done it in the past. Plenty of times. With Ludwig too. Sometimes it was us three in the same bed. Good times.”

“I don’t want to know.”

“Oh no, you don’t.” he winked at her, trying to make her blush on purpose.

They kept on talking for a while until Julai noticed that Ethan was starting to get really tired and her as well.

“You should go to sleep, you have a race to win tomorrow.”

“True. One that is not the race to your heart.” he joked, trying to repress a yawn.

“You won that one a long time ago, dummy.” she playfully punched his shoulder as he embraced her in a hug.

As she was about to leave him, not without a kiss on the cheek, he shyly asked.

“You’ll watch the whole race, right?”

“Until the very end.”

Las Vegas had always been a race that Julia loved to hate. The sparkles, the events, the VIPs were replacing the interest of the race when the track was a very good one. Somehow, she was glad to spend the race in Audi’s hospitality, it wasn’t as crowded as other hospitalities. She knew Ferrari and Lamborghini were getting the most prestigious VIPs and she was glad to at least have a little somewhere where cameras wouldn’t film her. Unfortunately for her, as she was about to enter the Audi’s facility, she was stopped by a Sky Sport journalist shoving his microphone and the camera to her face.

“And we are here with Miss Julia Leclerc. After being laid off by Ferrari, did you decide to give Audi a try?”

“Well… first off, I’m not being laid off, we reached a mutual agreement saying that for personal reasons it would be better for me to start working for Ferrari in two years. Second, I’m here to support my best friend.”

“Romy Schumacher starts right behind Ethan Verstappen, your ex-boyfriend. We saw you watching qualifying yesterday from his garage, did you rekindle an old flame? For whom your heart is beating tonight?”

“For the best driver. Thank you.”

She hated the implicit judgment in those questions, it was so unprofessional from them. She had always hated journalists and they didn’t even bother to try to show her that she could change her mind. She smiled at the staff present there and sat in a corner of the room, taking out her sketchbook to draw. For some reason, the Eiffel Tower was what popped into her mind. She smiled at the memory. It was dear to her. It was so special. She took her necklace between her thumb and pointer fingers and looked at the replica of her dad’s trophy. She had never taken it off. Not even when she had been with Martin, which should have been a clear indicator that her feelings for Ethan were way stronger than what she wanted to admit to herself.

“What are you thinking about?” Romy’s voice startled her.

“How stupid I’ve been about Ethan.”

“I’m not going to tell you otherwise.”

“Have you been able to see Kyle?” Julia carefully asked.

“Yeah… we made up. Kinda. I mean… he didn’t really let me talk. If you know what I mean.”

“I have an idea, yeah.”

“We will have to talk, though. We have many things to discuss. Like… I’m thinking of something. It’s a big step but I want him to move in with me. I have a big house, easy to rearrange for it to be more convenient for him. It’s quiet, peaceful. It has an amazing view of the mountains… What do you think?” The blond shyly asked her friend.

“Romy! That’s amazing! That’s a huge step, for sure. But you are meant to be, it’s only logical.”

“I guess I’m just scared because it means that next year we will truly be together twenty-four on seven.”

“You will have a break on race weekends.”

“Well, no… gosh, you don’t know!” Romy exclaimed.

“I don’t know what?”

“Kyle wants to do one last year in F1 before retiring. He doesn’t feel confident in a car anymore and he decided to race for Audi. He doesn’t want the pressure of the championship. He wants to race for fun and he wants to have me as his teammate…. I thought Ethan would have told you.”

“Kyle is going to retire…. that's news I’ve never thought I would hear this soon. I mean, I understand it’s just a shock. He is going to leave with three world championships under his belt, it’s nice. Does he know what he wants to do after?”

“Support me. He said he would turn to my personal handyman.” she smiled at the thought.

“Who is going to replace him in Lambo, then?”

Romy shrugged.

“It’s not my problem and to be honest I don’t care. I would love to keep on chatting with you but I have a win to snatch from your ex-boyfriend. Or is it boyfriend now? Soon-to-be boyfriend? I can’t keep up with you guys, you have to make a choice.”

Julia laughed, shaking slightly her head as she saw her best friend leaving her. Soon, the race was about to start and she decided to go to the garage. It was stupid to stay hidden there when everyone knew she was an Audi’s guest. As soon as the lights went out, Julia understood it would be a close race. Romy was determined to overtake Ethan, even if she had to play dirty and Ethan didn’t want to let her. Julia could only hope they wouldn’t be stupid enough to ruin their chances. It was close until, sadly, Ludwig sent his car in the barriers, and the safety car arrived on track. She heard Audi frustrated sighs in the garage as they had pitted her right before the yellow flag. Julia felt a little bad for her friend, especially after hearing the torrent of insults coming out of her mouth on the radio. But she couldn’t help but smile when she saw Maserati’s brilliantly executed double pit-stop. Chloe was leading the race, followed by Ethan.

They were racing amazingly together, helping each other out when they could in an attempt to increase the gap between them and Romy who had managed to get back in third place. The more the laps went by the more Julia could dream of a Maserati double podium, the first one in their history. Words of encouragement were screamed in the garage for Romy but hers were for the car number thirty-two that had just managed to take back the first place, five laps before the checkered flag. When there were two laps to go and it was clear for everyone that it would be a Maserati’s win, she slowly made her way out of the garage to approach the team. They were preparing to rush to wait for their drivers. She was about to stay in a corner, when Ethan’s physiotherapist noticed her and told her to come to the front.

Finally, she saw the cars entering the last straight line. A quick look to the giant screens indicated to her that it was Ethan who was still leading and her heartbeat increased to the point she thought it was going to leap out of her chest. The fresh air hit her nose but her cheeks were burning. She felt happy and she could get used to that feeling. When they waved the checkered flag the whole team started to hug and scream in her ears. She was pulled into warm embraces from left to right but didn’t mind it.

When Ethan finally parked his car and jumped out of it to run to his team she saw a slight shift in his attitude and she knew he had noticed her. Her thought was soon confirmed when she was the first one he took in his arms, almost crushing her against the barriers. She heard his voice but was unable to understand what he was saying. She knew the cameras were on them but she didn’t care, all that mattered was him. She raised his visor to see his glossy blue eyes.

“You stayed. You’re here.” he said.

“Of course. I promised you.”

She saw him hesitating to leave, looking lost. When he finally was rushed to go to the cool down room, he quickly kissed her knuckles and winked at her. The podium celebrations went on in a blur, she quickly snapped a picture, thinking a mostly feminine podium had a nice look. When champagne arrived she quickly escaped to make her way to Ethan’s driver room.

It was the best scenario she had imagined, Ethan winning, on cloud nine and her giving him a gift she had spent countless hours perfecting. Her hands were sweaty. She hoped he would like it, she hoped he wouldn’t find it stupid, she hoped it would convey everything she was feeling for him and more. She sat on the couch and retrieved it from her bag before putting it down on the coffee table. Now she just had to wait.

Fortunately for her, she didn’t have to wait for long as soon the door opened, revealing Ethan, his head down and out of breath. And when he saw her, his smile intensified as he rushed to her, trying to make her spin but failing as the room was not made for that. Instead, he kept her close to him, savoring the instant.

“For a moment, I thought you had left. I ran as fast as I could to change so I could see you.”

“I promised you I would stay.”

“I know, it’s just… It’s still hard for me to fully believe you, I think.” he confessed.

“Well, I have something for you that maybe will help you believe it.”

She led him to the couch, showing him the present. He gave her a weird look before unwrapping it to find a huge book that looked like a photo album.

“It’s a scrapbook. I made it myself. It’s filled with a lot of personal things.”

Shyly he started to open it. He recognised pieces of a vision board he knew well to have made one, years ago, when they were in the same class. The bright red dream to work with her dad was surrounded by little doodles of what he noticed were related to him. His first helmet, his first kart, his first trophy. Under each of the little doodles was written the age she had drawn them. Eighth, twelve years old, thirteen and so on. He kept on discovering the pages, smiling at pictures of what seemed to be memories of her life when she was younger. Happy ones. He looked at her, eyes full of questions.

“Keep reading. I’ll explain later.”

He thought his heart was going to stop when he saw the next pictures. Julia and Louis. The karting day. The frame he had thrown against a wall and the picture he had to cut in half. With a shaking hand he brushed it, trying to memorize the lines of their faces. He thought he would never see it again. He had deleted the original picture on his phone. And then were pictures of each track they had gone to and pictures of them, more and more present as they had grown closer. They were still surrounded with sketches, but the captions were not the same. It was his eyes at first, then his lips, his nose, and his eyes and nose, his nose and lips until a full portrait. That’s when she made him look at her.

“Before you discover the last page, I wanted to tell you what it meant exactly. You’ve always been a part of me, for longer than I’ve thought. You’ve always been there, wandering in the corner of my mind. Taking a lot of space. You’re a part of me. This scrapbook encompasses all that I am. All that I ever was and all that I long to be. It’s a small zoom on my life. A life I want to share with you. It felt right to give that to you. Keep your time to look at everything. I've been writing little stupid anecdotes here and there. There are many things to find out and when you’ll have seen everything, I hope you’ll understand that I’m serious when it comes to us. I want to make another scrapbook in a few years but this time filled with what we are. Because I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. And I want to share everything with you. If only you let me. Now, here comes the last page.”

The last page was a copy of her bucket list but right next to it was glued a little package. He carefully opened it to take a red bracelet he knew very well.

“It’s yours.”

“Julia…. It's a family heirloom… I can’t accept it. It holds such a special place in your family history…”

“You’re family. You’re the family I’m choosing. You’re the family I will always choose. I’m not going anywhere, not now and not ever. I’m done running away. I’m done self sabotaging, I’m done pretending, I’m done playing. It’s you and me. And I’m sorry it took me so long, I’m sorry I broke your heart, I’m sorry I thought I wasn’t enough for you, I’m sorry about a lot of things. But I’m not sorry to love you with everything that I am and will be. So, please, take it.”

He put it around his wrist before locking his gaze with hers. She was calmly smiling, her breathing was even and if her eyes were glossy, she was still serene. Confident. Happy. She was metaphorically giving herself to him in a way he had never thought she would. He took her hands in his, at a loss of words and only shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Julia… I ….”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

He caressed her cheek, moving away a few strands of hair before looking at her lips.

“If I don’t have to say something, maybe I can still show you what I’m feeling right now.” he said, leaning it, dying to feel her lips on his but was quickly stopped by her firm hand on his chest.

“Nope. The next time you’ll kiss me, I want it to be special. Like really special and for that I need you to be a little bit more patient.”

“You’re trying to kill me. Tell me, what have you planned?”

“As if I was going to tell you. You’ll see. Soon.”

She kissed his cheek, lingering a little more than necessary, making him even more flustered. But when she left, Ethan knew. Their right time had arrived. They were ready. She was ready. And a part of him was curious to see what else she had planned to do.

Author's note: And here you have the penultimate chapter.... Friday will be the climax of Gold Rush. =(

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maifandom · 1 year ago

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Fifteen Years Later...

15 years ago today, ATLA's finale aired. In commemoration, I dredged up my initial reaction to the finale, which I posted in the shipping thread of ye olde AvatarSpirit.net's forum. Consequently it's very shipping-focused and includes a billion portmanteaus. But it's the closest thing I have to a liveblog for ATLA, and I love nostalgia.

A little context, first. I found Avatar through Zutara fanart at the end of 2007 and caught up on all the existing episodes in probably January 2008? Disappointed that Kataang was so obvious, I turned to Sokka ships and decided I liked Tokka best. I lurked in the fandom for a few months, joined the forum shortly before everyone found out that the Boiling Rock was going to get a DVD release on May 6, two months before it actually aired on TV. I spent a lot of downtime debating the merits of Tokka and making predictions about the show based on random commercials and then the finale trailer. On the shipping side of things, my reaction was kinda negative. I was increasingly disappointed leading up to the finale. Don't worry, it gets better.

Brackets indicate present day edits or comments.

[Begin finale reaction]

OH MAN, WHERE TO START? [...] I guess I'll start from the beginning.

Zumo! ♥

Harutara, ahahahaha.

Nylappa! ♥♥♥ (Ahahaha.)

Irko reunion! ;_; Oh man, I cried. xD

Maiko reunion. xD Seriously, Zuko's eyes. Zudorko. ♥

Okay, I guess it's time for Sutokka stuff, right?

Sukka... were practically glued together. Seriously. And I'm sorry, much as I try to be unbiased, I just really didn't like it. D: There were moments. Mere moments, like back before I had a particular bias. I don't truly dislike it, but when it's so constant and final it's hard to ignore.

It made Tokka moments hard to come by. Or in fact, many other character interactions. Sokka was seriously obsessed. @_@

Did anyone else notice the only time we got Tokka moments was when they were separated from Suki? Dx Aside from the Tokka hand-leading seconds previous. I dunno. I suppose I should be thankful that they made a point of including Tokka. But much as I ADORE this scene:

[Image - probably Sokka covering Toph from debris]

*Insert fangirl scream that gets cut off*

...well it didn't really lead to anything else. ;_;

See, I wanted angst! And drama! And depth! And at least someone acknowledging it. ANYONE.

Frankly, I hated the apparent Toph x everyone-ness. [Zuko, The Duke, and...?] I'm fine with those ships. In fact, I ship more than one of them. But when they're all there? That just says Toph is fickle or childish, to me. D:

I would have liked it better if Tokka was never a romantic ship. Or if we were shown Toph was boy-crazy from the beginning -- with Taang, or some random one-shot character. Why did they save it all for the finale?

But I don't think that's necessarily what's happening. (Reminder to self: don't listen to every conclusion the fandom comes to. >.>) In which case, we still have Tokka disappearing as if it never happened, and Toph doesn't care one iota.

Apparently I came in at just the right time to stew in all the Tokkaness, come to all these conclusions, and then have pretty much everything I ever thought about Tokka or Sutokka be completely undermined. :P

I get the sense that M & B were looking over my shoulder at the things I listed that I didn't want to happen with Tokka, and thought it was a recommendation. :P

However, much as I must seem to be ranting, I'm far more apathetic than angry. Some of that fan depression I had after I watched EIP -- I got this sense I lost my favorite characters, because what I thought was there no longer was. D: [Particularly the way Sokka is characterized, since he's my favorite.]

So, oddly enough, the Sutokka plotline was probably the one I was least interested in, except in with glimmers of hope that those characters I loved might come back. (And they did. Some.)

But, oh man, you should have heard my breathing when Toph got in her metal armor. :P Sutokka got some of the best action EVER.

Wait a second. Pretty much EVERY moment in the finale that had action in it was better than everything else in the whole series. Where can I begin?

[I rambled about staying on topic.]

Except... Crazula? Seriously, I can't say enough how astdirl,dtbmortsnehjAMAZING Crazula was. AZULA, where did you GO? ;_;

And the Kazuko [platonic Zutara] was better. :D

Okay, I'm still not done.

Kataang?

Yeah, it's okay. (Best in EIP.) [Eh???]

Remember the Kataang commercial?

"I won't let him fight alone?" :P

I find it highly ironic that Katara was on ANOTHER CONTINENT THE WHOLE TIME.

Heh. Oh, well. I'll just pretend there's a little extra Kataang in there more along the lines of EIP. ^_^ And then I might be able to say I officially like Kataang, or something.

[End finale reaction]

Years later, I'm rather bemused by some of my thoughts. My disappointment in Tokka makes sense, since they would be so awesome. :P During ATLA, I assumed that shipping details were done very purposefully and would lead somewhere, even if it was just a character arc. After watching LOK, I came to understand better how the writers used shipping more for fun, especially with secondary characters. Part of the magic of shipping or just being in a fandom in general is the fans' imagination. I've been (more or less) happy to continue Tokka using my imagination. I can even imagine contradictory scenarios - angsty, happily ever after, silly, serious - so it really doesn't matter what happened in canon after ATLA.

I don't think Toph was boy crazy, but I do think Sokka will forever care about her well-being. Nowadays Sokka, Suki, and Toph's side plot might be my favorite plotline in the last two episodes, but it's really hard to choose. The Agni Kai is beautiful, the Old Masters are powerful, and Aang's battle against Ozai is intense and important.

My original thoughts on Kataang are really weird to me now. I think I finally warmed up to them a couple years later. I'm not sure what I thought was so good about them in EIP - maybe the fact they actually talked a bit about their relationship? But watching Aang kiss her prematurely is so cringy to me now, and like many I would have liked some sort of interaction before they kissed in the final moments. But I can enjoy it now!

I might dredge up more old posts from the days of great debates, or try to find my first impressions of a few more episodes. (I know I've always loved the Boiling Rock.) Let me know if that's of interest!

In other news, Kataang week is next week, and I am plotting to participate for once.

Now... back to drawing!

#ATLA #Avatar #Tokka #Kataang #ATLA Anniversary #ATLA finale #AvatarSpirit.net #me #nostalgia

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crimsun-n-clover · 2 years ago

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yesterday at band practice our guitarist’s little brother was in the studio with us and i was screaming for the deftones song she requested we play for our show on sunday and this kid looks at me and goes “stevie, was that auto tune or something? how’d you make that noise” kid. i just sound like that. your look of wonder is SO flattering. and i encouraged him to bully his sister because i love feeding into juvenile delinquency.

just. that shit was so sweet dude. the kid doesn’t even like me because i’m his sister’s friend but he was so amazed.

anyways my fucking car overheated today and i had to sit at my friend’s house for an HOUR to let the radiator cool down. the coolant was BURNING. AND BOILING. horrible smell AND sound. did not like that one bit. but she did get some photos of her kitten climbing all over “uncle stevie” and i definitely didn’t almost cry.

i was just gonna put on a lotr audiobook and mope (being so autistic about lotr again. expect rant posts every other day.) but we ended up actually talking. i mean we talk constantly but i thought we were done after the conversation we had in the car. she straight up goes into all the drama that i’m missing now that i dropped out.

and uh

jesus fuck

why do i even bother missing sugar

“oh she won’t shut up about how shifting is real and she’s gonna do it to be with quackity. you know. the streamer. because he joined the dsmp. at least she doesn’t like dream anymore because ‘he hurt quackity,’ not because you finally got through to her with the whole he’s racist and ableist thing.”

i asked another friend how she was and they were like “oh she’s kinda odd now. she cries a lot in class and doesn’t talk to anyone unless they talk first. i’ve never seen her like this” and not to assume it’s about me, but hey man, it kinda sounds like it’s about me. i had to remind her almost daily that she’s allowed to exist, take up space, talk, need things, whatever. now i’m not there to tell her that and it’s obviously making her life worse. she’s not here to go “stevie don’t do thattt :(“ so i’m kinda on a mild bender with no goodie two shoes to be cute and keep me out of trouble.

i’d say she has it worse. not to be a bad person or anything, but she brought it upon herself. i hate the “you deserve it” mentality and all that, but she breaks things off because i say she’s choosing one shitty guy over everything else? yeah. i think she’s realizing that she needs me. idk how to feel about that.

of course she needs someone who’s the opposite of her abusive mom. a real fuck everyone and everything tule of person who doesn’t hold themselves above all else. someone to urge her to remember it’s okay to just be. someone who will be so horribly obnoxious that she isn’t scared to ask questions in class anymore.

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keegan-dolsen · 2 years ago

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cristiano.

“Do I remember? Babe, that is engraved into my memory and will be until the day I finally leave this earth. The way you ate up the compeition. Then again, anyone who looks that good in briefs is going to slay.” It had been one of the best nights of his life, and like the rest, Keegan was heavily involved. There had been too many drinks, shots for days, and once a dare was mentioned, their competitive nature came out. Thankfully no one outside of the lucky few people in attendance had gotten a peek of his Big Ben moment, though word had gotten out, and he never actually did figure out how it had all remained under wraps. It was easy to assume Keegan was to thank, the male was always thinking ten steps ahead, always watching out for him. “I have to go back in three weeks for a special fitting with someone, you’ll join.” He said it so matter of fact, that it took him by surprise. It was too easy to fall back into patterns with Keegan, to forget where the new lines had been drawn. The break still made his blood boil, but deep down it was what Keegan had needed, and what was it sad old people said? If you love something, let it go. Stupid, but it did ring true in their case. For once in his life, he had done the unselfish thing, put himself and his needs second. “Truly? Keegan.” His hand slid across the table and found the others, snatching it up as he squeezed it. “Of course they are, how could they not? This is what you do. You create, you wow.. baby I’m so proud of you.” He heard it the moment it slipped out of his mouth, and almost immediately his hand pulled back and he cleared his throat. “Keegan. I’m so proud of you. I mean it., and please, this was all you.” In an attempt to shift away any awkwardness, he took a sip and let his eyes wander up to the ceiling. He was batting a hundred today. He hadn’t expected the new bit that followed and when Keegan shared, his eyes went wide and he let out a laugh. “You’re such a fucking brat, but good. Very good. Not that you can’t, or shouldn’t. You were never meant to be a nun, not with an ass like that.” Okay, so hearing that truth had him relaxing, as if a weight was taken off his shoulders. He had been worried, or a bit curious if he had been enjoying time with Rosewoods never ending line of handsome men. It was like living in a factory that pumped out one model after another, and of course there had been temptation for himself, but the fact that he was beyond picky, and in love, made it easier to ignore and go home alone. It was easy to admit to himself, but had the answer been different, he wasn’t quite sure how he’d react, though he knew very well if it had been him and he had done something, there was a high chance Keegan would feed him to the wolves, and rightfully so. “When do I get to see it? The line.”

Keegan found himself nodding as Cristiano let him know that he’d be going back to London, himself included in those plans. In the last couple of months since they’d decided on their current situation, Keegan had done what he’d set out to do with that time. He was pushing forward with making a name for himself. Something that no longer included having to hear Cris’ or his families last name before his came up. People were interested in seeing what he was going to be unveiling into the world and because of that– maybe it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy a couple of days away with the man in front of him. They both deserved it, if you asked him. “I will join.” Keegan confirmed with him, the smile on his face only growing brighter. The praise that left Cris meant the world to him, it’d always had. It was the reason he’d worked at De La Renta for as long as he had, the man had been the first person in the industry to give him a yes. Then came the ‘baby’, hearing that word leave Cris’ lips took him back. Back to some of the best moments of his life, how he missed hearing that word coming from him. “Cris,” Keegan began before reaching over to take a hold of his hand once more. He’d been perfectly okay in holding his hand, in fact he welcomed it. “thank you. Yes, I know, I’m great and I’m not going to make any apologizes for saying that. But there’s so many great talents out in the world that never get their due because someone just didn’t say yes to them. You said yes to me and you always have, so thank you, baby.” Keegan let him know, his thumb running against his knuckles for a moment before pressing a kiss to them. “I am, but as are you,” Keegan pointed at the man opposite of himself, he supposed that’s why they worked as well as they did. “I didn’t ask for this break so I could explore my options, Cris. You and I both know that. Just like I wasn’t showing off my ass before and Rosewood survived, I think it’ll be okay without me doing so now.” He let him know, the last thing he wanted Cris to think was that he hadn’t been happy with them. He’d been beyond happy with their relationship, the man in front of him still very much being someone he was in love with. “How about after dinner and drinks this weekend? That is if you don’t have to fly off to Ibiza or Paris.”

#c: cristiano

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russett-pots · 3 years ago

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Worst Anniversary

Kim Minju

Tags: Con non-con, degradation

Word Count: 1.2k

Here is that quickie, I said I'll make.

Warning: barely edited again

You set up everything for you and your girlfriend’s anniversary—a stroll in the park, some flowers and gifts, you even made dinner despite not being a good cook. Everything was perfect for her.

“Today sucks.”

“Wait, what did you say Minju?”

“I told you Oppa. Do I need to repeat myself?”

“Yes. I think the person who slaved their entire day needs to make sure that they heard the right thing.”

“Today!...sucks!” She enunciates each word. “Did I hurt your feeling, babe? Are you going to cry about it?

“Seriously! I did everything for you! You said you wanted a perfect day today and I gave it to you.”

“Perfect day?! You call this a perfect day? I hate today! It was probably better if you have forgotten about today!”

“Ugh!” All those words made your blood boil.

“There is just one thing. That I want and you can’t gi—”

“That’s it, you bitch. Come here.” You stand up and walk to the other side of the table and grab her arm then slam her face on the table. “I know what you want. Aren’t you always honry?” You say while forcefully pulling down her panties from her skirt.

“You want this you little bitch. You little slut.”

“Fuck you, does it look like I care? I bet your tiny dick can’t do anything.” She shakes, trying to get free but is unable due to all the pressure you are putting on her.

You drag your finger in between her ass cheeks as Minju’s body twitches. “Wow? Aren’t you already wet? I am sure you want my dick inside you.”

“I dare you. You can’t do anything!”

“That’s it!” You remove your belt from your pants and tie her up on her wrist. “You can’t do anything but accept me, okay?”

“Fuck you!”

You pull down your pants and underwear and out comes your monster cock that Minju lied about before. It is too big for Minju to handle but that doesn’t matter to you. Instead, you align your tip on the entrance of her pussy.

“You see this? Are you going to call this a tiny dick one more time?” You interrogate her after you twist her head to make her see your cock one more time before it gets buried in her.

Her eyes show worry as she isn’t sure if she can handle such size. But you don’t care. She is just a hole you wanted to fuck.

You slam your hips against her ass. The first two things that happened are that your eyes show relief finally your tension inside you gets subdued by Minju’s tiny pussy. Second, Minju screams at the huge shaft that penetrated her. Penetrated her deep, deep as it can be.

You continue pushing in and out. “You like that shit, you little slut? Aren’t you my little slut?”

“Fu— fu— fuc….Fuck! For fuck sake, get out of my pussy!”

“This dick isn’t going anywhere except in you.”

Soon her walls lubricate themselves allowing you to move in and out faster and faster. Minju’s eyes start to water as her tiny cunt gets ripped open by your monster cock. You pull back her hair as you breathe down her neck, kissing it, giving her as many hickeys as possible. A mark for anyone to see your little cum dump.

“Fuck! I’m cumming, babe. I’m cumming!” Minju cries out.

You don’t care you continue punishing her as you push in and out, in and out, in and out.

“FUCK!!!” Minju cums her little hole leaks out girl juice as you still slam against her hips.

But you slow down, pumping slowly, eventually coming to a stop. “Did you enjoy my cock, you little slut?”

Minju nods. Her hair is fizzled up. “Are we done now?”

“No, we aren’t. I still haven’t cummed and we aren’t going to stop until I cum.” You order Minju.

She can only nod in respect for you, having no other choice except being your cumdump.

You flip her over, making her face you. “Awwww, is your little face is tired. Is Minju tired?” You look at her with little concern.

She nods with the cutes aegyo she can give you. “Awwww. Anyway, I don’t care. I going to fuck Minju until she cannot walk anymore. Until her legs hurt.”

Minju’s eyebrows point up in concern. Her hands beg you to stop. “Please babe, anything pleases!”

You ignore her and resume back to your sex. You pleasurable sex of a dirty whore.

“Please babe, stop plea—” She begs until you stuff her panties in her mouth.

“Shut up you, bitch. I’m not going to stop. I’m only going to stop until I cum.” You say still slamming in her.

You look down on her. One thing is missing. You grab the collar of her shirt and rip it wide open, exposing Minju’s breast still encased by her bra.

Minju spits out her panties. “Those are designer clothes. You’ll have to pay for them!”

You stuff her panties back inside her mouth. “Fuck you! Does it look like I care? All I want your tits.”

You go down to her chest as Minju’s eyes look away. You push up her bra, allowing you to suck each nipple one and a time. While your mouth is in on the other is being fondled by your entire hands. Her juicy breast gets played.

The squeezing and fondling make Minju moan. Her eyes instead become of pleasure. The volume of the room becomes louder as you play with her more. Her pussy, her tits. Anything you do to them makes Minju enjoy it even more.

“Fuck I’m going to cum again. Don’t stop babe. Don’t stop.”

Once again, Minju’s pussy leaks out girl juice. The tasteful liquid gets a swipe from your finger, allowing you to get a savor of what Minju is like.

You push in and out again but this time you get your own feeling.

“Fuck this Minju! Now I’m going to cum.” You lean up to whisper to her. “Where do you want it?”

She spits out her panties once more. “Please not inside, please. Today isn’t safe.”

You ignore her answer as it is a rhetorical question. “I’m going to cum inside you. I’ll coat all your walls every inch of it!”

“No, please! Please! please!”

You shoot. Minju’s eyes lit up. She can feel the warm liquid inside her. As you pull out, there is no liquid that comes out as you shot it so deep. It is already swimming inside.

You crash down on the floor. Minju droops down as she cannot believe it. She tries to insert her finger inside her but not much comes out.

You prop up yourself with your arms, making you sit up on the floor.

“Damm role play is good.” You tell Minju.

“Yeah. Yuri was right. We should have tried this a long time ago.”

You sit there, trying to slow down your pants. “Are you really not safe?”

“Nah, I was lying. I’ll be fine.” Minju waves her hand, assuring you. She gets up pulls you up. “Today was great. I’m really happy with today. I know you might think not.”

“It is roleplay. Of course, I know you enjoyed today.”

You peck her on the cheek.

“Oh, but this is really a designer shirt. We need to get that replaced.”

“No problem! We can have your shopping spree. It can be part two.”

“Lovely.” You kiss her on the lips for one more time.

#kim minju #minju smut #kpop smut #izone smut

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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years ago

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I have a hurt/comfort dialogue! Eddie with best friend reader (but they’re both in love with each other obviously) and she doesn’t have a good home life. She lives in the same trailer park and Eddie sees her crying with bruises and cuts and stuff and just comforts her. Ends in their first kiss? Love you ♥️

yeees! protective!Eddie ftw 🥺 love you too, dearie 😊 Warnings: abuse; reader being hurt Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things 😊 gifs aren't mine 😁

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Eddie drove home in the rain after a very long Hellfire meeting. It had been one hell of a week and all he wanted was to plop on his bed and sleep for three days straight. Although he wouldn't mind if you would keep him company while doing so. He parked his van and ran over to his door, where he found you sitting on the steps.

"Princess?" he asked, making you look up at him, but your face was hidden by the hoodie you were wearing. "What's going on? Why aren't you inside?" he asked confused.

It wasn't unusual for you to be waiting for him since you lived a few trailers away. But you would usually stay inside, in his bedroom, especially if it was raining.

"I c-couldn't find the s-spare key" you tried to say without stuttering, but failed. You knew your voice would give you away. But maybe you could pass it off as being drenched and cold.

"Shit" he sighed. "I lost my keys and I took the spare one today, I'm sorry, sweetheart" he said, opening the door and helping you up. "Let's get you inside" he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you inside his home. You followed him quietly, keeping your head down. "Jesus Christ, you must be freezing" he said, grabbing the hem of your hoodie. And you let him. You are so exhausted. You don't even have the strength to fight him. "Why didn't you just wait 'till I got-" Eddie stopped mid-sentence when the hoodie is off you and he finally looked at you. "Shit" he muttered to himself. "Princess, what the fuck happened?" he asked, with venom in his voice.

You turned to look at him with tears in your eyes. Is not like he wouldn't see them. And is not like he hadn't seen them before. But you knew it had never been this bad. Eddie saw bruises painted on your skin, all over your arms, and collarbone, and a hand-shaped bruise on your neck. His eyes then traveled to your face. Your beautiful face had a big purple-blue bruise on your eye, and your lip had blood on it.

"E-Eds-" you tried talking, but you broke down into tears.

"Shh" Eddie pulled you to him as you cried on his shoulder. "It's okay, princess. I'm here" he said, soothingly as he stroked your back with his hand. "I'm here, love. I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"

Eddie felt his blood boiling. He knew who did this to you. Of course, he knew. It wasn't the first time this happened to you. It took everything inside of him not to walk out that door and pay your father a visit, but he knew that, right now, he needed to be there for you. And there's no way he would leave you alone.

"Sweetheart, I need to clean you up" he said, softly pulling away from you. You nodded slowly as he wiped your tears away.

Eddie sat you on the couch and went to get everything he needed to help you, including some clean, dry clothes you always kept in his place. But he brought you one of his favorite shirts he knew you loved and had tried to steal on several occasions. After he cleaned you up and helped you into the new clothes, he got up so he could go get changed but he felt you pulling him back.

"P-please don't l-leave" you asked, terrified, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. Eddie felt his heart breaking and he knelt in front of you.

"I'm not going anywhere, princess" he promised, kissing your forehead. "Come here" he said, helping you up and bringing you to his bedroom. You sat on his bed and Eddie went over to play one of your favorite songs. He then came back to you and kissed your head. "I'm just going to change, okay? I promise it won't even be five minutes" he promised and you nodded.

You curled up in a ball in Eddie's bed and started crying, hugging one of his pillows. You jumped a little when you felt the weight of the bed shifting and Eddie lying down next to you. He sat up against the wall and brought you to him so you would lay down on his chest. You looked up at him, still crying silently. You grabbed his hand and started playing with his rings like you usually did when you were anxious.

"Thank y-you" you whispered. Eddie smiled a little, kissing your forehead.

"You don't need to thank me, princess" he assured you. "But..." he sighed. "I think we need to tell someone-"

"No!" you said, getting up and he could see the fear in your eyes. "E-Eddie, y-you can't- you promised!"

"Look at what he did to you" he said, getting upset.

"I'm fine-"

"No, you're not" Eddie said, feeling his eyes watering. "This isn't fine, princess" he said, placing his hands carefully around your face. "This isn't okay" he told you. "I can talk to my uncle Wayne, he knows Hopper and he might be able to help-"

"No!" you said, terrified, grabbing his hands. "Eddie, I have nowhere to go. What if they send me away? I don't want to be without you, Eddie, I can't-"

"Hey, no" he said, softly. "Nobody is taking you away from me, okay? I promise. But I can't keep letting him do this to you, princess" he said with a few tears rolling down his cheek. "I love you" he said, making you widen your eyes at him.

"Eddie" you said, feeling your heart going faster than you had ever felt it before. "Do you mean that or are you just saying it because-"

"I mean it" he said. "I don't... I don't want to make things weird and I didn't mean to put this all on you right now, but I have loved you for so long, princess and I just can't keep seeing you in pain, it breaks my-"

Eddie was cut off when you grabbed his face with your hands and brought his lips to yours, kissing him softly. Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"Ouch" you pulled away when you felt pain on your left side because of the bruise on your ribs. "S-sorry" you smiled, looking down but Eddie lifted your face so you could see him again.

"Sorry, princess" he said, feeling guilty for forgetting about your wounds for a moment.

"I love you too" you smiled at him. "I always have" you said, giving him another peck on the lips.

"I'm gonna take care of you, sweetheart" he said, pulling you to him again. "I promise" he said, kissing your forehead.

"Can we do that tomorrow?" you said, yawning and resting your head on his chest. "I'm exhausted and I know you are too because you had a long week" you said, smiling up at him. "I love you" you said as he leaned in to kiss you again.

"I love you too, princess" he said, tightening his arms around you. "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you ever again" he said as the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

The End

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A/N: hope you liked it, loves :)

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble

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