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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 15 | "mutually assured destruction"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 5,707

Summary: A life-changing secret is unearthed, altering the directions of your life and Dave's.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, TW attempt at self-unaliving, angst, secrets revealed, gaslighting, talk of murder and paid assassination, obsessive!Dave, rough sex, hate sex, unprotected piv, revenge, if I missed anything please let me know!

Author's note: this turned into more than I initially thought, and took a lot out of me emotionally but I'm pleased with it and I hope you are too! Please do not read if you're not in a good headspace, there are very triggering scenarios in place for the sake of dramatic storytelling. For those battling real life demons, please click here for help 🫂

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It's the day before you leave for London. A Friday.

Years from now you'll look back on this day and wonder how it started so normally, as if fate wasn't already hard at work against you.

You make breakfast for the family: pancakes, fresh fruit, scrambled eggs. The new au pair is coming on Monday and you want to do everything in your power to stay on the family's mind so that they'll want you back when you return from studying abroad, but in the back of your mind you know that won't be an issue.

Sneaking a glance at Dave at the table, you exchange a small, secret glance and a smile, but his eyes never leave you once you busy yourself with other tasks. You can feel his gaze on you, checking you out in your casual outfit of the day: jeans that show off your curves and a cropped long sleeve shirt that shows a sliver of midriff. You're going to miss choosing outfits that will keep you on his mind all day.

Later you get the girls bundled up for school, putting on their warm boots and winter coats. Alice has two different colored gloves on, Molly forgot her library book upstairs. Both girls want to wear their new scarves but they're fighting over the same one. You're already prepared, fixing the situations, showing Dave that you're maternal, giving him a glimpse of what your life together would look like.

You've already made plans to see each other over New Year's, see the sights together, make love in a different country. Honestly you don't think you'd be looking forward to London as much if there wasn't the promise of Dave joining you there, even if only for a little bit. You're learning to have your forever with him in a few stolen moments.

After running some last minute errands (Carol insisted that you spend this time on yourself and she could take care of anything extra) you have everything ready. You're packed, suitcases and passport on your bed.

Slipping into his home office, you dangle a thong around your finger, intending to leave it in his desk, a small memory of you, a promise of what's to come.

A drawer that's usually locked is left slightly open, teasing you, taunting you. You bite your lip. You've never been in Dave's office without him, and you recall what he'd told you:

"There are some other parts of my life, things I can't tell you yet. I know you'll understand when the time comes.."

You shake your head. It's just a drawer, you tell yourself. If Dave were here he'd call you a silly girl, then guide you away from his desk and press you to the wall, or the floor, or-

But you can't resist a peek.

And because of that your world changes.

The rest of your day is spent uncovering your lover's secrets, and the worst secret is saved for last.

In the back of the open drawer, tucked safely into a small black pouch: a class ring with your birthstone, and your gold baby bracelet, your name written in perfect cursive.

Dave returns after work, calling out to the house, knowing you're here somewhere because your car's here and Carol's isn't. It's too quiet. She probably has the girls with her.

"Sweetpea, you home?"

There's no answer, so he shrugs and heads to his office. intending on doing some work for awhile before bed. You'll show up eventually, looking for him, legs spread eagerly, mouth open voraciously, wearing some barely-there lingerie, tempting him while his family's out. He knows you by now, but that doesn't stop him from wanting you.

He knows something is wrong as soon as he sees his office door is cracked open. No one goes in there but him. He steps in to see his office has been searched. Papers are strewn on his desk, files scattered, drawers opened. He feels like he might have a heart attack.

There you are, in a chair in the corner of the room, watching him, waiting for him.

"You're a fucking murderer," you mutter in a half-sob, alerting him to your presence.

The moment those words leave your mouth you know it's a mistake. Dave approaches you, slowly and deliberately. You want to run for the door but you're not sure you can even move. Your heart feels like it will stop at any moment, if Dave doesn't stop it with his own hands.

In one swift movement he grabs you, forces you to the wall, his large hands pinning your shoulders. He's in a rage, seething with anger, hurt, and resentment. But he hides it well, towering over you. "What do you think you read, silly girl? You're not even completely sure what you saw," he motions behind him to his littered desk. "Do you want people to think you're crazy?"

The fear in your blood turns to outrage. You ignore his question and offer one of your own. "My father.. my own father?" Your voice wavers as you keep your cold gaze on him as you say your father's name for the first time in years. "Sound familiar? He should be. Five years ago you killed him."

There is the briefest flicker of surprise in Dave's eyes, soon replaced with approval, estimation even. "What makes you say that, sweetpea?" he asks, his voice honey-sweet.

Nausea threatens to make you keel over, but your righteous anger holds you through. "It was all over your fucking paperwork. And these," you say, opening your palm to show your jewelry he'd stolen that fateful night. He looks but makes no move to take them.

"For years the cops had us convinced it was a home invasion gone wrong.. but they were on your payroll, weren't they?"

"Where's your phone? Give it to me," he demands. When you don't oblige right away he grabs it from your back pocket, rifling through the photos section, checking to see what you've deleted, making sure you don't have anything incriminating waiting to be emailed.

So far he's in the clear and he tosses your phone to the chair.

"What are you going to do about it?" Dave asks, his voice low, cold, nearly a growl, and he looks at you as if you're a bug he's squashed under his shoe. "What are you going to do with the information you have? Because you can't tell anyone, do you understand that? Especially not the police. We both know they won't protect you." He soothes the effect of his words with a soft brush of his knuckles across your cheek. "If you try to spread this.. misinformation to anyone else, you'll disappear."

A shiver goes through you and you knock his hand away. "Why?? Why did you take him away from me? I needed him."

It's a new feeling for Dave. He's never had to deal with the fallout of his extracurricular activity.

"I was just doing my job," he answers, the catch-all phrase he never imagined he'd have to use. "But from everything you've told me about him, I rather think you'd be grateful to me, sweetpea."

You ignore this little quip, too angry to think of anything to say in this heated moment, when your brain is still swimming with mixed emotions. "He was just a name on your list? Is that what you're saying?" you ask coldly.

"Yes," he replies sharply. "He was not a person to me, okay? He was a��target. He was a job."

His words are harsh, but they're the truth.

"Do you understand that? Do you understand now how I see people? How my world works? It's made up of people I am paid to kill. People who hire me to do the killing. People who betray others. It's not a game and it's certainly not personal." He takes a moment, looks squarely at you, measuring how you're taking this.

"Did you ever have any idea," you start slowly, "when you hired me to be your kids' nanny? Did you ever have any clue that I might have been his daughter? When you kissed me and fondled me and screwed me, did you ever wonder if maybe my last name was a coincidence?"

"Are you trying to make me feel guilty? If so, it's not working very well. I've learned how to separate myself from the job. Compartmentalization. It's the same thing I do when I'm fucking you and not thinking of my wife, or fucking my wife and not thinking of you. Do you understand that?"

Your hand flies across his face, landing a harsh slap, leaving a red mark that even you can feel the sting of.

His first instinct is anger, then there's a sudden flash of a smile across his face, lighting up his features as he soothes his cheek. "I have to admit, with that scrappy little attitude.. you're just like your father. Tenacious."

You're disgusted with yourself. You've given away your innocence to your father's murderer. You'd loved him and sinned with him, risking so much. You even wanted to marry him someday, in a stupid fantasy of yours that now just feels repugnant.

"Did he see you coming?" You whisper. "Or did you sneak up behind him like a coward when you killed him?"

Dave's smile fades. "I let him see me, and at that moment he knew he found his death," he recollects. "It's the most powerful feeling in the world.. watching the light fade in someone's eyes and knowing you're the cause of it. It's a little like playing god. It was no different with your father."

"And this information you have," he continues, "what exactly are you going to do with it? Because I refuse to have to kill you, sweetpea. It would hurt me too much to have to get rid of you for your curiosity. You opened up a Pandora's Box. Now what are you going to do with all the misery you've unleashed?"

You're calm. Your heartbeat is normal. Glancing out the window there's freshly fallen snow. Such a peaceful scene despite the awfulness playing out with you and the man you loved.

"Carol took the girls out to drive around and look at Christmas lights. They might be gone awhile."

You reach into your pocket and pull out a snub nose revolver, one you'd pilfered from Dave's desk earlier. You pull the hammer back and aim it at him. "I'm going to spare them having to hear their father die, a little gift I'm passing forward that you gave me years ago."

There's a flash of fear that flits across his face as you point the gun at him, which he quickly masks with cold indifference as he raises his hands in surrender, backing away slowly. "You had to have some idea.. all those nights waiting up for me, patching me up when I had a bloody lip or bruised knuckles? They're not always quick kills, sweetpea. Sometimes I have to use my fists."

You don't waver, still aiming the gun, the irony not lost on you that he'd been the one to teach you to shoot. The power you have over him right now is indescribable, with the agony of the revelation of Dave's shadow business lurking just beneath.

"You had to know," he repeats. "Yet you still decided to pursue me, to sleep with me, to fall in love with me." He stares you down as you continue to aim. "Now.. do you think you have it in you to kill me? Because revenge, my silly girl, is not really your style."

His words wound you. Yes, deep down you always knew. You just never put your father's death into the equation.

"You're right," you admit. "I'm not a killer like you. But I'm just as bad as you are."

Despair and guilt rack your body. There's no way out. You'd been prepared to shoot Dave, maybe even kill him as revenge for your dad, but in this moment you have a sudden change of heart.

"You don't have to worry about me telling anyone. I'll take it to my grave."

You aim the revolver at yourself, just under your chin, cold metal against soft, warm skin. "I still love you, Dave."

Click.

You open your eyes and fall to your knees, gasping as you drop the gun. It wasn't loaded. A blinding wave of relief and anguish courses through you as you begin to sob, your entire body shaking.

He walks to you, picking up the gun and opening the chamber. Empty. "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to have a loaded gun in my own home, sweetpea? I have children, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, putting the gun away. "I thought you'd be more clever than that, especially after all I've taught you." He sighs, looking more disappointed than distressed over your attempt. While you're on the ground, hugging your knees to your chest, shivering, he quietly tidies up his desk, putting everything back where it belongs, all his secrets stored away. He locks the drawer with a definitive click.

"You do it," you weep as he kneels next to you, giving you a tissue. "You killed him, now kill me. It would be poetic." You meet his eyes, seeing nothing but coldness in them, knowing that was all there was this whole time. "There's nothing I want in this life anymore."

Dave hugs you, and despite the hatred you feel for him, despite the maelstrom of emotions you find yourself in, you cry on his shoulder as he kisses your hair.

When you've finally cried yourself out, he helps you to your feet. "I'm going to take you for a drive. We need to talk."

In your emotional state you go along with whatever he wants. You're like a zombie, your body functioning but your brain clouded with misery.

You both get in his car, but you don't bother to put your seat belt on.

"Do you trust me?" he asks as you head out on the road.

"That's a funny question," you say in monotone, turning your head to look at him. "I don't know if I do. I shouldn't."

"Here's the thing." He clears his throat, makes himself comfortable for the drive. "I think you do. I know you always have. You shouldn't but you did. You still do. You trusted me enough to be completely vulnerable before me. You trusted me when you slept with me, each and every time. You trusted me when you told me about your awful history with your father. Trust takes guts."

You groan as he speaks about your intimate times together, numerous times, scandalous situations. You'd given your body and your heart.. to a married man.. to your father's killer.

"That trust is gone," you tell him.

Dave sighs, continuing to drive. After almost forty-five minutes he pulls over to the side of the road. You're in the middle of nowhere, far from anyone or anything. He gets out and helps you out of the passenger seat. Taking a tentative look around you see barely lit forest on the roadside, lit by a scattered amount of street lights. The snow has stopped for now, and a chilling wind howls through the desolate night.

Together you walk into the darkness. You fully believe he's brought you here to kill you, to silence you from spilling his secrets. And you feel only the slightest anxiety at this thought.

He leads you up a small path, thick forest on either side of you. Eventually you arrive at the edge of a cliff. The wind roars in your ears.

"What are we doing here?" you shout. It's almost too dark to see him.

He removes his jacket and puts it on you, shivering in your same clothes from this morning, only a denim jacket over them. It's warm from his body heat and smells faintly of his cologne. "Tell me why we're out here," you insist.

Dave looks out over the cliff, seemingly lost in thought. You're not even sure he's heard your demand.

"Did you know your father well, sweetpea?" he finally asks. "Did you spend a lot of time with him?"

It's like a stab to the chest, feeling your dad's loss all over again. "I thought I knew him well enough.. I think he loved me in his own way."

"He was corrupt, sweetpea. He had dealings with men much worse than me, men who would've hurt you and your family if given half the chance. A rival gang paid us to take him out." Dave goes quiet, dipping into that memory, perhaps wishing he could reverse things so you wouldn't be here, in the cold, with him. "I'm not the monster that you think I am. I'm human just like you."

"No, you're not human. Taking lives for money makes you less than that." Tears sting at your eyes, the bitter wind making them cold on your cheeks. You saw how sweet Dave could be with his children, how he gave off the impression of a loving husband even though you knew that particular part wasn't true. He had hidden depths, just like your father. His love for you was conditional, just like your father's.

You need your heart to stay hardened against him.

"I loved my father,” you continue. "I saw bad in him, just as I told you. But that didn't mean I wanted him dead."

"We're all just animals," Dave insists. "And even animals kill each other."

"You're the only animal here, David." You remove his jacket from you, symbolizing how you're done with him, preferring the bitter cold to the warm lies he's trying to give you. He gives a surprised grunt as you shove the jacket against his chest. "I've seen enough and heard enough. I'm walking home."

"You asked if I recognized you the day you came to interview for the position.. truth is, I did."

You turn at his revelation, stopping in your tracks but coming no closer to him.

He continues, "My team and I searched room to room, pilfering a few valuables to make it look like a real break-in. The last bedroom at the end of the hall was cracked open, with a pink light spilling through. When I walked in I could still smell your perfume in the air, something sweet like the kind a girl your age would wear. The clothes you tried on and discarded were strewn on your floral bedspread."

Now he has your attention, now he has you rapt, and as he describes that night you recall your room in that house, the perfume and the bedspread he's mentioned.

"I looked around, took my time, even though I was supposed to be quick," Dave admits. "I looked at the photos you kept by your bedside, removed the silk scarf draped over your lamp - that's a fire hazard, you silly girl." He smirks at you a moment, something akin to mirth in his dark eyes. "I saw the awards on your dresser, the photographs.. a little girl in a ballerina costume, that same girl growing up, attending summer camp, learning archery, and becoming a young woman, attending homecoming dances and learning how to drive.. I saw a piece of your life, sweetpea. And I was entranced."

Your mouth has gone dry. You know every one of those photos, have them collected safely in an album in storage somewhere.

"I didn't know your name, but the moment you came through my door, almost a thousand miles from your home, I was in awe. It had to be fate. You'd come to me, and despite my initial misgivings about having you so close, the possibility of you knowing how we were tied together was so minimal yet held such huge risk. There were times when I was sure you'd call me out for it, maybe blackmail me, so I kept my distance at first. But you were so obvious, sweetpea. You wear your heart on your sleeve, do you know that? It's adorable, especially that look you're wearing now."

You back away, forcing your body to move.

"That beautiful young woman with the pink room and cotton candy perfume ended up finding me, choosing me. I think all this time she's been looking for a replacement for her dead daddy."

"Stop," you beg. It sounds loud in your ears but comes out quietly from your lips.

"I love you," he says in earnest. "I don't care if the world burns. Everything is just a distraction if I can't have you."

A deep breath. "You should have pushed me over that cliff when you had the chance."

"I'm not going to hurt you," he approaches you with a calm demeanor. "I know I threatened to kill you, but that was said in anger. Don't you know how much you mean to me? Frankly I'm hurt by the fact you're even thinking I'd harm you."

You look at him squarely. "Oh, you're hurt?? Why don't we make it even and I take your family away from you?"

"You wouldn't." He holds you in his grasp, looking down on you with a smug expression.

"It would make us even, Dave." With a dark look in your eyes you run your hands along his chest. "I always thought you appreciated symmetry."

His countenance warms, his embrace loosened by your coquetry. "It's fucked up, but I can't help wanting you one last time," he says.

"You're right. It's fucked up."

"Let me take you to that hotel you like so much," he insists. "A proper sendoff before you leave the country. Because nothing is going to stop us, right? We can get past this little obstacle. It's just a tiny hurdle in our relationship."

Your lips curve into a smile as your blood boils. "That expensive hotel we went to, our very first night together? I don't think that's quite the aesthetic we're going for. Take me to the cheapest fucking place that's closest to us."

The motel room is small, smells faintly of cigarette smoke and cleaning product. But it has a bed, and that's all that counts.

Dave starts to unbuckle his belt and you watch, leaning against the dresser. "Remember that first night, when I bled? You told me it was rare to happen in this day and age. But it makes sense now. You shed my father's blood when you murdered him, and you shed mine when you took my innocence."

He's naked, waiting for you to also take off your clothes. "Did you regret giving yourself to me?" He pauses. "Do you hate me?"

"I'm not going to tell you," you smirk without any levity. "Isn't it more exciting to sleep with someone when you don't know how they feel about you?" However, seeing him sans clothing, a near rarity in your relationship, does something to you. You're lucky to be female and hide your arousal for the most part. You back Dave to the bed, making sure he's watching as you take off your clothes too.

His eyes are glued to you, cock already hard at the sight of your nakedness. You press him down to the bed, straddling his lap as you take him into you. Even you can't hide your need for him, the gasp of surprise as he fills you up completely.

You use him, that's the best way to put it. You care little for his kiss or his touch. You're simply taking your pleasure from him, riding him hard, the way he likes it, holding him so close you nearly smother him.

Yes, you love him, but that love has been poisoned by the truth of what he's done. There's no love in your actions, but there are tears in your eyes as you ride him, as if you'd fuck him to death if you could.

He can feel your pain.. the pain of all those secrets revealed tonight, the pain of having to deal with a man like him. And he can feel your anger, because for you, right now, there is nothing but revenge.

You feel it as Dave make himself a blank slate to take the brute force that is the only thing you can offer in this moment, so that you can emotionally bleed out your suffering and anger onto him.

You're riding him hard, taking your pleasure in a vicious way. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," you moan.

It's a sound of desperation and release, and in a strange way it makes him want you even more. For you, this is revenge, but for him it's pleasure. He grabs you by the waist as you move on top of him, your nails dragging down his back, leaving marks that will be hard to explain later on. Your first instinct is to brush his hands off you, but you're so close to coming, and in that moment you don't care what Dave has done, or who he will hurt in the future. You just need him, and your heart allows a little bit of his love to pierce your armor.

With his hands on your waist, he pushes up and rolls you over. You move with him, teeth tugging on his bottom lip, inflicting more violence in your lovemaking because now.. everything is different. On top, looking you in the eyes.. You might hate him, but right now he doesn't care.

"There it is, there's that anger," he mutters. "Just let it all out, sweetpea. I know what you're feeling right now. I know exactly who I am and what I can be." He takes charge again, showing you that you're not the only one with anger inside of you. He enjoys the violence you're bringing to the bed, the violence that he deserves.

It's as if you're ready for his aggression, happy that he's fighting back. You're turning that pain to pleasure because otherwise the pain will disintegrate you.

You're still cursing him: "Bastard!" "Son of a bitch!" Meanwhile your body holds his close, accepting every forceful movement.

His eyes remain locked on yours the entire time. He doesn't let you escape his gaze. He wants you to see him, because now you can't hate him without hating yourself.

He's hurting you and you're enjoying it, just as it's always been. He kisses you forcefully, moving against you, as if you can't wait for the other to break.

Your bodies crash together savagely, both of you trading your pain and anguish. You dig your fingernails down his back once more as the first sweet, fluttery feelings give way to a strong, hedonistic wave of pleasure that threatens to engulf you. There's no holding back or hiding from it. All you can do is burn within it, let your climax conquer your senses as your cunt grips him more tightly than ever before.

Dave's eyes go wide and he lets out a small groan. He feels your grief and anger, and he loves it. He holds you close as you come together, holding you close as if he never wants to let go. You feel complete when he comes, the way he pushes deep and hard against you, as if imprinting himself in you.

Afterwards, you just want to sleep. All your emotions have come to a head and you're weak from feeling them. You feel like a shell of a person.

Still, he doesn't let you go. He lays on top of you, breathing hard, sweaty from the physical exertion, trying to catch his breath.

He knows that once this night is over he'll go back to being a monster, and you'll always be the girl he betrayed in the worst way.

In this small moment you remain connected, feeling Dave's body against yours as you have so many times before. The ghost of a smile graces your lips as you look at him above you, brushing a small, sweaty strand of hair away from his forehead.

He looks down at you, filled with mixed emotions. He doesn't want to move, but he knows he has to. He climbs off you and lays next to you, watching you. The red motel sign glows into the window of your room, lighting the bed, covering your bodies in a warm scarlet glow.

"What were my father's last words?" you ask in the quietude of the moment.

"He asked for mercy," Dave answers. "He said he had a daughter who needed him. And that if I let him live, he would never cause trouble again."

You try to calm your breathing. "And then what did you do?"

A pause. "I shot him in the head." His voice is like a stone.

You look at him, this man you loved without shame, without guilt. "And how much money did you receive for killing him? What was his life worth?"

"Fifty thousand dollars."

You close your eyes. "Thank you for your honesty."

He doesn't know how to respond. He wants to defend himself, he wants to apologize, he wants to ask your forgiveness. But all he can say is: "I love you."

You turn to him in the half-darkness of the seedy motel room. "I know."

It's early when you wake, body sore, heart broken. You shower, washing away Dave's scent, his sweat, his seed, but somehow he's still under your skin.

He's fast asleep and you don't wake him.

Quietly you order a ride share service to pick you up. There's still work to do.

The next stop is the York household. The girls are still asleep this Saturday morning. Carol's home. For the last time you use your house key.

It's warm and quiet as you walk down the hallway, trying not to make too much noise. You pass by the collage of family pictures bedecking the walls: Carol and Dave on their honeymoon in Paris the girls' baby pictures, piano recitals, family vacations to Disneyland and the Grand Canyon, pictures of the life you wanted but never got.

Carol's at the table drinking coffee. "Good morning," she says brightly. "Aren't you going to miss your flight?"

"I have time." You smile back but it doesn't reach your eyes. "We need to talk."

"Sure," she says agreeably, checking her phone before putting it down, likely waiting to hear back from her husband, who hasn't come home all night.

There were times when you avoided the truth because it would get you into trouble, but now you just want the truth to set you free. "There's something you should know about your husband."

Carol's eyes are wide, already imagining the worst. Trouble at work? Gambling debts? Did he force himself on you? "What is it?" she asks softly as her nerves jangle.

You take a quick look around at the place you've called home for awhile now. When your gaze lands back on Carol's, it's impossible to keep a smirk off your face.

"Dave and I have been having an affair. We've been sleeping together for the past few months."

There's a blankness in Carol's eyes, as if she's processing the information but it's not sticking. What you've said is so sudden that she can't fully believe it yet. "You're kidding," she whispers. "You're just kidding.. right?"

You shake your head. "No.. I can tell you about the birthmark on his upper right thigh, his bondage kink, and he makes this cute little sound right before he cums, like a tiny squeak or whimper."

You feel powerful telling Carol this. "We've fucked in almost every room in this house, including your bed, just last week."

Carol's body goes limp as she assaulted by the onslaught you've unleashed. The words are too much to bear. "You're lying.."

To add insult to injury you continue: "And it's not just about sex. He loves me."

You reach into your purse and pull out your phone, pressing a few buttons and sending Carol an email. "Here's further proof. You can watch it if you want, or don't. I don't care. The tape was my idea, and Dave was more than happy to oblige."

With shaky hands Carol opens the email on her phone, clicks on the video attachment.

What she sees breaks her heart like nothing ever has before. It's not just her husband cheating on her, it's the two of you sharing intimacy, bodies locked together in a passion she had no idea you'd felt for each other.

Now she knows you're not lying, and she can't bear the thought of all the love she's given Dave being betrayed like this. She looks at you with tears in her eyes, her body shaking as she tries to pull herself together. She refuses to be the weak wife who bawls over her husband's misconduct, who eats her own bitter, broken heart in front of the godforsaken Other Woman.

"Why?" she simply asks.

"Why?" you repeat. "Because sometimes, Carol, people come into our lives just to ruin it, to change it irreparably." In saying that, you're thinking of your father, a bullet through his brain, Dave on the other side, holding the smoking gun.

Upstairs you grab your luggage, coming down to see that Carol is still crying, still watching the video, the sounds of your wicked moans and Dave's sultry praise audible through her phone.

"A word to the wise," you leave her with parting words. "I'm not the first one Dave's cheated on you with. Odds are I won't be the last."

You leave your house key on the table in the front hall. On your way outside in the crisp morning air you feel inexplicably lighter. Grabbing your phone you text Dave one last time:

Mutally assured destruction 🖤

Getting back into your Lyft you glance back at the house and see the girls there, Alice and Molly, their faces pressed to the window like car window cling toys. You don't wave to them, even when they're trying to get your attention. You can't save them anymore than they can save you.

He destroyed your family, and now you're returning the favor.

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[ Masterpost ]

Yes, a lovely week indeed Surely nothing can go wrong Just happy good times

Just as Peri’s parents were always by Timmy’s side, he shall always stay by Dev’s. That’s how you’re a good godparent. Peri is a good godparent. He even follows all of the rules. Dev has made the rules so clear and easy to understand. Things are really going great. Might have been a rough start, but things are good.

They understand each other so well. Peri knows. He knows Dev is happy, or rather, will be. Peri knows how to make Dev happy. Which just shows how good of a godparent he is. He’s the best. He’s really the perfect fit for Dev. They understand each other so clearly.

He can’t escape, he’s locked inside the net.

Yet, he’s had worse. There is still light here.

He’s had so much worse. It’s just a flimsy net.

This is nothing. He’ll find an escape.

He’ll save Dev.

“Peri, did you break the rules?” Wanda asks as they all get further and further away from Dev.

Peri is no rulebreaker, he’s very good at following the rules, following Dev’s rules.

It hurts. It doesn’t. He can’t let this hurt him.

He has to save Dev.

At least he has Dev And Dev will always have him.

He's free.

Let’s go.

[hungermakesmonsters]

(Once Bitten) Twice Shy

Sneak Peek

Plot summary : Desperate to get away from your controlling family, you take a job in New York as a wealthy vampire's blood source. A million dollars awaits if you can make it through a year, but life with Billy Russo is not going to be as simple as you think.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] This whole story will deal with dark and smutty themes, as well as obvious mentions of blood.

A/N : Yes, this one is going to be a vampire fic. I'm not sure what my posting schedule will look like yet, either a chapter a week or one a fortnight. I'm not tagging this post so you'll probably only see it if you follow me but, idk, if you want tagging once I start posting the fic, let me know? I've been reading some gothic literature lately (Picture of Dorian Gray and Jane Eyre) so that's going to influence this. It's going to be a dark fic, but it's not going to stray into dead dove territory. The first chapter will be up on Friday. Anyway, here's a little sneak peak.

It was official; you'd lost your fucking mind.

You’d been standing outside the building for five minutes now, the paperwork tucked in your coat pocket feeling heavier by the second. Were you sure that you wanted to do this? Could you really give up a year of your life to serve a vampire?

What other choice did you have?

A lithe and pale figure watched from behind the tinted, UV proof glass while you changed your mind a dozen times over. After a few more minutes, the sun finally disappeared into the New York skyline, plunging the street into shadow.

The door opened.

The figure called your name, and you stepped forward, almost mesmerised by the lilting, lyrical tone of her voice. You shook your head a little, trying to keep your wits about you. 

You took in the sight of her as she held open the door; taller than you with a willowy figure, long white hair down to her hips, and eyes of pale blue that seemed to look right through you. You’d seen enough vampires to tell one by sight.

Your small suitcase was clutched in your hand, the few possessions that meant anything to you had been hastily packed before you’d headed to New York, and now felt like all you had left in the world. She glanced at the suitcase with disdain, but said nothing.

“Do you have the paperwork?” She asked, the soft but icy sound of her voice sending a shiver up your spine. You nodded and she held out her hand expectantly, waiting while you fished the folded mess of documents from your coat. She gave the contract a cursory glance, making sure you’d signed every dotted line, before; “good. And are you sure you understand everything that this position entails and what will be required of you?”

You nodded again.

“Speak up,” she prompted. “This is your last chance to ask questions.”

Despite the impatience on her face, you took a moment. Only minutes ago you’d had at least half a dozen questions about the job and the mysterious vampire who had hired you.

“What happened to the last person who took this job?” Her eyebrow rose, obviously not expecting that question. “The contract is for a year, but I’ve seen this job advertised three times in the last ten months.”

“There are a lot of people who mistakenly believe that they can do what is required of them. Many have come to work for Mr Russo, and many have disappointed him,” she shrugged.

“What happened to them?”

“The same thing that will happen to you if you breach your contract; immediate dismissal with no severance,” she explained, slowly starting to step towards the elevator. “During your time here, everything will be provided for you and you will only be paid once your term of service is completed.”

“A million dollars,” even though that was the amount in black and white on the contract, it still didn’t seem real to you.

“Yes,” she pressed the call button, putting an obvious timer on this conversation. “Like I said, this is your last chance to ask questions. Once I take you upstairs, your contract will officially begin, and you will forfeit the agreed upon rights.” 

You swallowed the lump that had risen in your throat and nodded, knowing you had no choice. You needed the money and a year wasn’t that long if you really thought about it. 

The elevator doors slid open and you took one last deep breath before stepping inside.

[therealgchu]

WIP Wednesday - Surprise To the Shore Snippet!

late post for the day. woke up with a killer migraine, but still went to work. went home when i realized that looking at anything for longer than 5 seconds caused vertigo. came home. so, only been up and at it since 2:30.

i finished the next chapter in To the Shore! but, it won't be published friday, as friday is my 23rd wedding anniversary, and me and the husband are off on a little jaunt. this is the first time we're doing something like this. i'm terribly excited <3. i'll publish it on sunday.

so, today you'll get a sneak peek from the next chapter.

ok, enough of the numbered list. tagging the coemancer crew, as always. you peeps are the best!

branes are funny. Seven Days was begging to be written, and i have about 2/3rds of it done. and, something about working that made some things clearer for To the Shore.

if you want to read the whole thing, it's here on ao3.

if you want to check out Seven Days, it's also here on ao3.

sneak peek incoming!

It took about a week of intermittent work to get the camera in working order. Sam and Barrett helped set up a dark room in the basement of the Lodge, clearing out the spare storage room. Once the work was done, Cora started photographing everything and anything she could find. Walter, once again, was instrumental in assisting her new hobby, as he was her source for acquiring film. He felt it was a good investment as it “recorded Constellation’s endeavors for posterity.”

She had a good eye for composition, but it was quite the learning curve to understand the mechanics of things like aperture speed, film grain, and lenses. And, there was both a craft and an art to developing the film. It was a couple weeks before decent enough photos were produced, for which Cora showed off proudly to the members.

The first batch she showed to her dad, especially one photo of which she was particularly proud of, and thought he’d like. It was of him and Hwa aboard the Razorleaf, with Hwa holding onto his arm and laughing. 

“Oh, gum drop,” Sam said, a little choked up, “this is beautiful. My mom used to show me pictures like this. Can I have this?” he asked. 

“Of course. I can always make a copy from the negative.”

“Thank you so much,” he whispered to Cora, and hugged her tightly. He let her go, sniffled, and wiped his nose. “I want to get this framed. Have you shown this to Hwa yet?”

“No, I thought you’d like to show it to her.”

Sam smiled widely, “That I would. This is the best gift I think I’ve ever received.” He gave Cora another hug. “Do you know where Hwa is? Is she in her room?”

“No, last I saw her, she was downstairs working on her armor.”

Sam headed down the stairs, two steps at a time, and found Hwa was tinkering with the Mantis helmet, head down and goggles on, soldering servos. He walked over and put his arm around her waist when she stood up. Hwa jumped a little, but calmed when she felt him kiss her neck. “Cora’s first batch of photos are done. I wanted to show this one to you,” he said, and handed her the photograph.

She briefly glanced at it. Her body went rigid and her breathing stopped. She stared at it a couple more seconds, then dropped the picture. She removed his arm from her waist. and without a word, left the basement, leaving Sam flabbergasted.

It took him several seconds to register what happened, it was so unexpected. He picked up the photo and stared at it, trying to see what had affected Hwa negatively. It was just a photo of them on the Razorleaf. He thought he looked kinda goofy, as he was grinning from ear to ear, probably told some terrible dad joke that Hwa loved so much. And, indeed, she was laughing hard, hanging off his arm. There was nothing else in the photo.

He walked back up to see if Hwa went to her room. Finding it empty, he checked the rest of the Lodge. No Hwa. He paused for a minute, and thought about where she would be. He headed to the Waterfall Promenade.

[gurugirl]

I can't wait to find out what's going on with ex Harry today. I'm so nervous and I have some ideas about what's going on but I'm not sure! Any hints? How long til you post it?

And what are you posting for us this Friday, Guru 🤗 I'll love anything you give us!

Oooh! Yesssss! I'm excited about ex!harry too! You'll just have to wait and see what happens - no hints because it's coming very soon! I'm just finishing up some editing and proofreading and I'll post it here maybe in the next hour or two :)

ANDDDD! I'm guessing since you don't know what's coming this Friday that means you're not part of the private Patreon on Tumblr community yet 👀 I've posted a couple of sneak peeks over there and a little collage I made for The Count - it's the new vampire!harry series I've mentioned before 🧛‍♂️

DM me @gurugirlsideb or message me on Patreon and I'll send you an invite link to join so you can see the sneak peeks I've posted to get a taste of what The Count is going to look like!

xoxo

[fandomgirlz01]

📽 Fic: Don’t Leave Me Pt. 1 Ask: Faith and Nat! Questions: What inspired it? Were there more/scenes you wanted but didn't fit and if so what? And lastly, why would you leave us on such a cliffhanger!?!?!?! (jkjk i love it) Send you both hugs!💚

Blooper Friday Week One

Answered: Sat 23rd 2023 ✔️

My sweet sweet Kaylee, thank you so much for participating in Blooper Friday. It means the world to both of us. I'll probably have more to say then Nat will about most of these, but I will definitely include her on here. Also we are so sorry this is getting posted late. I {Faith} who does most of the posting worked very late on Friday night and was unable to post this for you until now. 

{Faith} What inspired it? With that being said to be completely honest with you I don't fully remember what actually inspired this one, but I will say that when I first got the idea it was after I had been reading a lot of Marcus fics plus I was also like on my fifth rewatch of The Mentalist so it was a little bit of probably both. Honestly this one was just an original idea that I got just out of the blue and a lot of my Marcus ones will be ideas I just got out of the blue. Also Marcus is one of my many guilty pressure men 😂 and he happens to be in a lot of my daydreams, and I daydream a LOT 😂 so it's really just my brain conjuring things up lol.

{Faith} Were there more/scenes you wanted but didn't fit and if so what? For part one there weren't really any scenes we cut, because it just flowed really. I mean there was definitely some dialog changed around to make it work better, but other than that part one really just wrote itself in a sense. Part two however definitely already has a scene I cut only because it didn't really fit as well as it just didn't flow with the attitude or "narrative" of the story. However, I will not be sharing that cut scene just yet, because well... It'll give a little bit of part 2 away and I wouldn't want to give much away for this one.

{Faith} And lastly, why would you leave us on such a cliffhanger!?!?!?! Honestly, it wasn't much of Nat's choice. I normally write and she just reads as she edits. So she gets just the same amount of shock as you guys do when she reads though and edits 😂. She always is leaving comments of her shock on the docs and it is just sometimes the absolute funniest thing ever (it's definitely a plus to have your best friend be your editor really). Also I love leaving people on the edge of their seats so a LOT of our fics you'll find cliffhangers. When we started this page we made a hard stopping point as well. We said each fic we wrote (or that I wrote...) we'd only write up to 5,000 to 6,000 words, only because I knew if I didn't have a hard stopping point I would write and write with no end in sight. So when I write I tend to write up to the 5,000 then me and Nat will discuss if we should keep it going in one part or separate it into different parts, more often or not they normally become more parts then one.

{Nat} As Faith said, I was just as surprised as you are to find a cliffhanger and I was just as upset 😂 But being editor has its perks as I usually get a sneak peek at the next part of the story. Cliffhangers are a fun little way for us to mess with the readers and keep them hooked. Also as Faith mentioned, sometimes we have to split up a story into multiple parts and don't have much choice but to end it in the middle of an intense scene. Trust me it'll be worth the wait.

Oh its always a good wait with me, I love to add in shock and awe factors to every story I write. I do love me so good angst 😂. Anyway, Thank you very much for being our very first Blooper Friday Kaylee, Lots of Love to you. Also 🤫 you didn't hear this from me, but I {Faith} will be posting pt. 5 to love uncovered very very soon so be on the look out guys 👀. If anyone else is interested in joining in on the next blooper Friday (this upcoming week) you can find a list of questions as well as our rules for this fun activity here. Or you can simply ask us a question from our A-Z here. Or even just ask us one of our many prompt get to know us questions here. We Look forward to hearing from you guys 🥰

[haileyxrhode]

it's your wedding day, baby girl. how're you feeling? as soon as i'm done with my makeup, i'll be around to help with anything. do you need me to do anything? get you anything? i'll give you a little sneak peek of my gorgeous victoria beckham gown too, i saw it and fell in love with it. the vibe couldn't have worked better with the aesthetic of this wedding. between the location and the flowers, let me just say that the wedding venue looks stunning now. when are you getting into your dress?? i can't wait to see what kind of stunning creation you'll be getting married in. so sorry i couldn't make it to new york until last night. i had a work commitment in LA on friday, but levi is here with me now and he can't wait to dance with mrs. jason sudekis tonight.

[unicorncornflakes]

Everything Changes | Modern Au | Alpha!Dark! Aemond Targaryen x Omega!Niece!Reader | Sneak Peek

Prologue (One day, not now ;))

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond is a hunter and you are his prey.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting / Eventual Smut / Alpha-Omega Relationship.

Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, use of dr4gs and inc3st, at some points. Minors DNI

This is the result a really stressfulll week, a ton of red bull and monster cans and a little of Craziness :D Just a sneak peak, sorry :(

I will update Dark Desire tomorrow, so... while we are waiting, I leave this here :D

Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: +700

He feels like he shouldn't be there. He always feels that way. However, he returns to the same place. Every Friday afternoon. He never lose it. Before what happened, he hadn't felt anything for you. You were a girl when they caught him. When he came back, you were a woman.

He takes the credit card out of his wallet.

Lately, he finds no better use for it than that. He creates a line of white powder on the desk table and inhales it forcefully, no need to roll a bill like before, he simply covers one hole of  his nose and inhales it. When he raises his head, you have plunged back into the water. You are very pretty in a bikini. If he hadn't snort in that line, he'd get up and take it from you. He would make love to you in the pool. No, he would fuck you. Since he came back he hasn't made love again, if he ever did.

Luckily, he's too high. Thank the gods he won't get up and teach you anything. It would not be ethical or moral. He keeps looking at you. He likes when you get out of the pool and sunbathe. You are very pretty all wet and shiny from the sun that hits your skin. Would you call him "Daddy" while he pulls you? He likes the perspective, smiles at his thoughts running through his mind. He lights a cigarette and leans back in his chair. He wishes you would come over and kneel down to suck him off while he's like this. 'I like you, (Y/N)' he confesses to himself in his mind. He imagines you walking hand in hand. He imagines sleeping with you. He just imagines you. He puts his fingers to his nose and pinches his bridge. Why does he imagine such sweet things with you?

"I thought you were clean of that shit," he hears Daeron's voice behind him, but he doesn't even turn to look at him. He's not in the mood to be lectured on morals by his little brother.

“I'm leaving it, before I snort much more. Now it's only Fridays, when I'm here” he lies to Daeron with his hoarse voice, shattered by years of captivity, after the conviction for murdering Luke. He shrugs and continues to look at you. You are precious. His little niece.

“When are you coming to see her?” Daeron asks, dropping a folder full of papers on the desk. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, but he hasn't given a shit about these things for a long time “You should keep your distance, because in the end you're going to do something you'll regret.”

“Like what?” Aemond tells him smiling sadly, turning to look at him. Daeron looks at him worriedly, Aemond knows that looking at the enormous scar that runs across his face is not easy, that it is unpleasant, the white and blue prosthesis greets him in a macabre way... but you look at him as if he were still attractive, as if you like him, as nothing would happen to his face or to his destroyed body “With the eager that Cregan is, I'm sure he'll even put her in my bed and give her to me if I tell him I like her. He would be honored if his daughter gave birth to the future offspring of the House of the Dragon. Yeah, he wouldn't give a shit, even if I'm his wife's little brother.”

“She's very pretty” his brother Daeron comments as he approaches the window, with his arms behind his back “But, (Y/N) doesn't deserve to be with a man who lines up on his back while he fucks her from behind” he says harshly, without any feeling. Aemond smiles wearily, jaded by the situation. He knows perfectly well what happens between almost all of his siblings when you are around them.

“No, of course” he tells Daeron, taking a drag on his cigarette again, watching you through the smoke that he expels from his mouth “She deserves a proper lawyer. I suppose you would take her to dinner before fucking her, to see if she would fall in love with you that way” Aemond laughs contemptuously.

“Unlike my brothers, I know how to control myself, even though she is the first omega born in our family after so long” Daeron smiles, but without losing sight of you. Liar. All his brothers are liars with you.

[milkmily]

IM SO GAY I NEED SOFT ROBIN PLEASE JUST ANYTHING HEADCANONS FIC I DONT CARE I LOVE HER

Bro I'm so gay for her too 😩😩

Pencil Girl [Robin Buckley]

Robin Buckley x reader

You draw whatever is beautiful to you. Like sunsets, plants, places, and even small things like charms. But when you stepped in to Scoops ahoy with your friends, you couldn't help but draw the one who handed you the ice cream, Robin.

Note: Let's say that Robin already came out to Steve.

You like to draw. You draw anything that is pretty or beautiful to you. A flower, a plant, a sunset, even people. But those people are just people you never thought of going further with. Like being friends or even more.

But that's when you saw her while scooping ice cream. A little weird, yes. But you thought she was the most beautiful person ever. So, you grabbed your sketchbook and began to draw her.

How it really happened was just you and some friends went to the mall. You probably spent more than what you were supposed to, but they were all going to be used for good. One of your friends wanted ice cream and you all agreed. You all headed to Scoops ahoy and that's when you saw the brown haired girl. It was your turn to walk up the register to ask for your ice cream.

"Hello." She said and you looked at her nametag. Robin. A beautiful name, just like her. "Hi." You say and she smiled. "What will I get you ladies?" Your friends ask for theirs and it was finally your turn to pick your ice cream flavor. "I'll have the [F/Ice cream." She nods and grabs a cone. She hands you the cone and she tells you how much it costs. You pay up and tip her by leaving it in the jar. You sat down and pulled your sketchbook out with a pencil.

Your friends talk about boys and stuff while you draw. They didn't mind as they knew you were like that. You ate your ice cream as you tried to sketch Robin. You would sneak a peek at her while she talked with a co-worker. She would raise a brow at him and then chuckle at whatever they were talking about.

"Hey, you ready to go [Name]?" Your friend asks. You nodded and put your stuff in your bag. Probably next time you'll be here again.

And you did come to Scoops ahoy again. But this time, alone. You walked up to the register and dinged the bell. Robin walks out and has a puzzled look on her face, but she changes it to a smile. "What can I get for you?"

"[F/Ice cream] please." She nods and goes to scoop your ice cream. This time you asked it in a cup in hopes of it not melting on your hand while you drew her. She hands you the small cup and you pay. You walked away and sat down, getting out your sketchbook and pencil.

And that would happen every Friday and Sunday. You'd go to Scoops ahoy, order your Ice cream, and draw her.

Robin saw you walk in on a Friday night, the busiest day, and she smiled. She breathes in, getting ready to get your order. But she just sees you take a seat and get out your notebook. Weird, this time you didn't ask for ice cream. She just shrugged and went to the backroom, where Steve was at. "She's here again dude!"

"Who?"

"Pencil girl!" She says. Robin likes to give nicknames to girls she finds cute or has a crush on. Steve knew who she was talking about and nodded. "Did she talk with you or anything?"

"No, she just took a seat and got out her pencil and notebook." She says and sits down on a chair. "Well, go up to her and ask what she is writing." Steve says. "That's stupid, she's probably doing homework or studying. Don't want to disturb her."

"She's studying in a mall? It's clearly very loud and there is a place called a library where people study." He says and Robin just rolled her eyes. "Also, reminder that it's summer-"

"Okay! she probably isn't studying but-"

She hears the bell clink, making her get up and stop the conversation they were having. "We will talk about this later." He just nods and Robin goes to the front to get the next order. She asks the group of girls what they want and she just nods. She hates middle schoolers, but she has to settle with this to have money.

She looks over at you and you two make eye contact till you look back down at your paper and move your pencil. What could you be writing down that makes you come to Scoops ahoy?

Sunday came and she readied herself. She smiles at you and you smile back at her. You order your ice cream and Robin hands it to you. Robin noticed that your "notebook" wasn't a notebook because there weren't any lines. Just blank paper.

Robin sees you seated while you draw, or whatever you do. But your conversation never got further from simple hellos, your order, and a "have a great day."

For sure you knew Robin's name, but she didn't know yours. And she loved that you were so mysterious. This made her more determined to know more about you. But at the same time, she couldn't. She hasn't even asked for your name!

Robin's thoughts get interrupted by Steve and she looks at him. "Pencil girl is here." He says as he grins at her. Robin rolls her eyes and sees Steve go to the backroom. She adjusted her work uniform and fixed her hair a bit. She walks to the register and sees you smiling. "Hello." Robin says and you say, "Hi Robin." Robin's heart was beating like crazy. You finally said her name! "What can I get for you?" Robin asks.

"What do you recommend? I'm kinda getting tired of [F/Ice cream] and want to try something new." You say. This was going well. You were having a conversation with her. You are interested in her! Probably.

Robin thinks and then says, "Well I see people getting-"

"No, I want to try the ice cream you like." You interrupt her. Robin nods and smiles. "I really do like mint chocolate and strawberry cheesecake." She says and you nod. "I'll get the first option then." You say and she nods. "Cup or cone?"

"Cup please." You say and get your money ready. Robin types in the numbers in the cash register and it opens. You hand her the money and leave a tip. You walked to your usual spot and this time, you just got out your sketchbook. She walks back in the room where Steve is and she then says, "Steve, she said my name."

"What?"

"SHE SAID MY NAME! WE ACTUALLY HAD A CONVERSATION! OH MY GOD!" Robin yells and Steve shushes her. "Calm down! Okay, just chill!"

"I can't! You have no clue how happy I am right now. I'm like a little kid who opened his present and actually got what he wanted." Steve just chuckled and shook his head. "So, did you get her name?"

"Shit."

"Seriously! Come on! You are literally head over heels for her and you haven't even asked for her name?!"

"Shut up!" She yells and sits down. "Dude, how do you convert with someone you like?"

"You just talk with them." Steve says. Robin sighs and says, "Oh yeah, sure let me just walk up to her and say "Hey, I like you a lot and I need to know your name. Also, you are really cute."

"Yeah, pretty much." Robin groans. "You suck at this." She says and grabbed the marker and wrote a line under the "You suck". Steve rolls his eyes and hears the bell dinged. "I'll go." He says and then walks back in. "Pencil girl." Steve says. "And this time, she is holding her sketchbook." Robin immediately got up. "How do I look? Is my hair alright?"

"Yes! Now go get her!" He says and pats her back. "Do not touch me." She says and Steve nods. "Good luck." He whispers. She walks out and smiles at you. You did a small smile. "Hey." You say while fidgeting with your sketchbook. "Hey…"

"[Name]. My name is [Name]." You sat. "Oh- um- hello [Name]." You couldn't help but giggle. "Hello Robin."

"What brings you here?"

"Here." You say and open your sketchbook, tarred a page and handed it to her. She was puzzled till she saw the drawing. It was her. It was literally a drawing of her. Flowers were surrounding her. Her eyes go wide as she sees even her freckles on the drawing. It's like looking at a damn mirror. "Holy shit…"

"Um, I thought you were pretty when I saw you, so I drew you." You said and showed her another page of your sketchbook. "This is you too while the rest are just Flowers and plants. My friends told me I draw things I like to find beautiful, so I drew you." You say and let out a sigh. You finally had the courage to go up to her and show her the drawings. Now that you think about it, you may sound and look like a weirdo.

"I'm sorry if I bothered you!" You say and see Robin's face. She was breathless. If she was a character from a video game, she'd have hearts surrounding her to show she is in love. "N-No, I love it." She says. "I fucked love it!" You smiled and she held your hand. "How are you this good?!" You laughed and shook your head. "No, I'm not."

"Seriously! Look at this shit! It's literally a fucking mirror!" She says while putting the drawing beside her to show she is right. "You did seem like a weirdo." She says and you look down. "No! No! I was just joking."

"You sure?"

"Yes Pencil girl."

"Pencil girl?" You say and her smile dropped. "Um, a Nickname I gave you because I didn't know your name. Need to get used to your name."

"That's a cute nickname." You say and put your sketchbook away. "Can I keep this?" Robin asks. "Yeah, that's why I gave it to you." You say and she chuckled. "Alright." She says. "[Name]?"

You nod and she breathes in. "Want to hang out with me tomorrow? I'm not working." Your eyes sparkle and you nod. "Yes!" Robin got startled by your loud voice. You apologize but she says it was alright. "No, it's alright. See you tomorrow then?"

You nodded and said, "Yeah. Um, I need to go now. I need to go home before it gets dark."

"Yeah. See you tomorrow." And you leave. She walks in and sees Steve with a huge smile on his face. "She is totally into you, Robs." He says. "She literally came here every Friday and Sunday just to draw you and to give it to you!" Steve yells and Robin sits down. She examined the picture as she felt her ears get hot.

"Yeah…" She whispers. "So, you two are on a date tomorrow?"

"What if she doesn't like me?"

"She does! Come on! The way she said yes! I heard it all the way here!" He says as he sits down next to her. "You will most definitely get a kiss at the end of the night."

"You don't understand, what if she hates me? What if she just wants to be friends?" She says as she starts to shake. "Everything will go well, trust me."

And everything went amazing. You two went shopping while you talked to her about work and she talked to you about work too.

You two went to a toy shop to see toys you might have had as kids. Robin lost you for a second but found you again. "Where were you?" She asks. You hold out two Keychains of bears. Both had a dress on and a bow. But one was orange while yours was [F/Color].

"For us." You say and went to buy the items. Robin was so in love with you. You two had just met and now you are getting her matching things. You walk back and hand her the orange one. "My name initial is on yours while your name initial is on mine, see." You say while showing her the small teddy bear's foot. R.

She smiles and holds hers. She lifts it and sees your initial. Robin grabs her bag and chains it to the zipper. "I'll keep it here for now. Thank you." You nodded and then wrapped your arm around hers. "Let's go wherever you want now." You say and she nods. Her whole body was shaking and screaming inside.

"And then Steve made those poor girls never come back to the place." She said and you laughed. She smiles as she hears your laugh. God, you couldn't get any prettier.

"Well we are almost at my house." You say and stop walking. Robin looks at you and she feels your hand on hers. "Robin, please do not hate me for this. If you no longer want to see me after, I understand that." You say as she listens. "But the reason why I even drew you was because you are so beautiful to me. I think I fell in love with you."

Robin held your hand tightly as she heard you. "The way you talk is so addicting to listen to. I love that you talk all the time. It's so amazing how you come with facts out of nowhere." You say. She knew she talked a lot, but not that much. "Robin Buckley, I am in love with you."

"I love you too, Pencil girl." She says and you giggled. "Again?"

"I give girls I have a crush on nicknames." She admits. "I gave you a Pencil Girl because I always saw you with your damn pencil." She says and gets closer to you. "And I talked like some crazy person in love to Steve about you. He even knew who you were whenever I said "Pencil girl is here." You smiled and cupped her cheeks. "And I just love how you talk too, god you are like, so addicting too. I love how you drew me, I love how talented you are and I just lo-" Robin felt lips pressed on to hers. She closes her eyes and wraps her arms around you. You two kissed and pulled away gently. "Pencil girl, you are an amazing kisser."

"Funny, because it's my first kiss." You say and kiss her cheek. "I have to go now. See you tomorrow for some ice cream?"

"Y-Yeah." You giggled and said goodbye. You walked to your house and Robin touched her lips. She finally got to kiss the Pencil girl. She then hears a honk, making her jump. She looks at the car who hooked her and she swears. "Steve!"

"How did it go?" He asks as he unlocks the car and Robin walks in. "She also likes me." She says and closes the door. Steve claps and says, "I fucking knew it! What did I tell you!"

"Were you stalking us?"

"No! I just happened to drive here and I saw you."

"You were definitely stalking us." Steve gives up and drives. Robin still had a smile on her face, remembering the kiss. She can't wait to see you again tomorrow.

Sorry if there is any typos

[ramonag-if]

Writing Progress: 9 December 2022

Happy Friday everyone 💖

This week has been filled with writing Chapter 4. I'm currently around 12K words in and I have to admit, I'm missing the angst. Because of the way the plot is set out, there's not going to be much time to spend in Vinia - for various reasons so I'm busy writing some family goodbyes.

It's quite telling when I start wanting to poke my eyeballs out because of all the sappy scenes I've been writing. If you can't tell, I prefer angst to affectionate families 😂

The good news is that if you've wanted to spend more time with your family, you can. You'll even get to meet Zikar's mother- the MC's aunt, Yara. It's a little too happy for my taste, but it is a necessary part of the story so... yay? 👀🤷‍♀️😬

That's it for now 😋 if you're eager for exclusive sneak peeks, I've posted quite a few on my Patreon (available to all tiers). Until next time lovelies 💖

[catawampuscorner]

Hello! All of your clones in onesies are so adorable and bring me so much joy 🥰 😍

I noticed in your banner you have what looks like a little lion!Rex. Did I miss when you posted that, or is he just in the banner?

Good eye! But it's actually neither of those things. It's a little sneak peek!

I orginially had bunny!Rex on the banner, but there were one too many grey onesies and the whole piece was feeling a little flat. So I swapped him out for a more colourful Rex'ika.

You'll get a good look at lion!Rex this Friday 🥰🥰

[captainmdhridoyhossain-blog]

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[mayasdeluca]

Toot! Toot! from me once again for telling you to start watching NCIS HI. It wasn't my kind of show either but yeah they do write the personal side really well. I kind of get lost in the case just because I don't know military terminology and I find myself googling a lot of it.

I know you said Kai was your favorite but there's something about him that I'm not vibing with. He's likable I guess but I think I just didn't like all the times he went rogue in season 1 because he's a native and he thought he knew better. Alex also bugs me, maybe it's just his teenager attitude but that's something you'll see more why in season 2, I don't get why he's a series regular. And all the other characters are great. They all work well together no matter who they put together. And I hope we get to meet Jesse's wife. Heather sounds like a badass, I want to mentally cast her with like Jes McCallen or Lauren German; not a huge name but someone who would be available to pop in from time to time to make guest appearances.

As for the Lucy and Kate scenes unfolding, I've written to you already how it got annoying (to me) how stubborn Lucy was because yes the love was clearly still there. Like the immediate explanation from Kate about Cara at the end of 1x11 was reasonable enough. Kate seemed more career than relationship focused which I'm sure Lucy knows (from their whirlwind first weekend together) so it is feasible that in Kate's relationship inexperience thinking moving to another state would end a relationship. I might've needed a day or two to think but I would've forgiven Kate after that. And I probably would've forgiven Kate the other times she apologized too but most especially after 1x20.

The serenade was a little awkward (it was released as a sneak peek) but then after a while the more you watch it the less awkward it gets.

I am so excited that you get to catch up to watch live. I wouldn't mind doing a rewatch and finally discuss the 6 episodes of season 2 now that the show is on a hiatus for a couple of weeks. This week Tuesday and Wednesday and then the next to weeks on Mondays and Wednesdays? I want to leave Thursday/Friday free because of the bombardment of S19 chatter. What do you say?

Haha yes! Thank you so much, it was a wise recommendation on your part. They definitely do write the personal side well and I think that's what's keeping me hooked because yes, sometimes I'm kinda lost on all the military terminology as well and some of the cases just don't do it for me lol but since I enjoy the characters it ends up being okay for the most part.

Really?! That's interesting! I never really got that vibe from Kai but I could see it...to me it felt like he just kept to himself initially since he was the new guy but then he started warming up to them and opening up as time went on which I enjoyed seeing too. I didn't even know Alex was a series regular! I feel like he's not even in that many episodes lol but I'm curious what he's up to in Season 2 now! I've been wondering/intrigued by why we've never seen Jesse's wife at all! It's a little strange...you would think she'd show up at least once or twice...it makes it feel like the marriage is fake 😂 I love the idea of Jes playing Heather though! That would be perfect.

Yes definitely...I wonder if it was just their way of trying to drag it out a little longer and not put them back together right away. I mean I understand Lucy being upset and not wanting to forgive her right away but she did seem to be harsh with Kate at times, especially when they had to work together. And then after the scenes in 1x20 I was surprised they just didn't get back together! That's wild that they spoiled the serenade/reunion in a sneak peak though...that would've pissed me off. I mean I don't mind spoilers/sneak peaks to an extent but not if it's major things like that for my favorite ship lol save it for the episode!

That would be great if you rewatched! I actually ended up watching the Season 2 premiere last night since I had some time and was eager to continue lol so I think I'm probably going to want to catch up when I can but whenever you're able to watch them and want to discuss them, feel free to send your thoughts or see if I've watched them yet! I would guess that I'll be all caught up by the weekend though since it's 5 more!

[gurugirl]

so i'm so happy about mcc harry update. it was so so so good. you really put me in the story every time. i love you, guru!!

BUT BUT what about this stepmom fic you're writing? Remember it was either mcc harry update or stepmom x harry with that poll and i'm so curious to know more.

will that one be posted soon? would you offer us a small little sneak peek for it? if you can!

so glad you liked the mcc check in! it was fun to write :) :)

As for stepmom x harry 👀 well i have been working diligently. I'm at about 7.5k words in and for those of you into that kind of thing (I know I am) I think you'll love it.

And for those wondering - y/n is married to harry's dad - met harry when he was 19, and is shy of 7 years older (in case any of that is important or makes you want to not continue reading).

Here's a small peek at what I've got at the moment. Enjoy!

. . .

Josh was the bartender that evening. A cute college-aged young man with a bright smile who always remembered her name.

“Of course, Ms. Y/n. Will swap these out. As usual.” He winked.

She leaned over the bar as she took a quick sip of her martini while Josh went to retrieve Cyndee’s card. She looked down the bar at the faces of other patrons and suddenly was met with the clear green eyes of Leo’s son, Harry. Her stepson. She wasn’t sure if he’d seen her and it wasn’t as if Y/n had done anything wrong but she just hadn’t expected to see him there.

She leaned up again, peering around the woman sitting on the stool to her left and her eyes landed on the young man. Freshly shorn dark curls and a soft pink smile crooked up as he spoke animatedly to the guy sitting next to him. And just as she assumed he hadn’t seen her he turned and looked at her squarely, nodding in acknowledgment before pulling himself off the stool he was on and making his way across the bar to her.

“Is that Harry?” Marla spoke as she leaned in.

“Yes, it is.”

Harry was a nice young man. He was polite, sometimes overly polite she thought, and he was charming. Y/n liked Harry. She didn’t know him all that well. He lived on campus at the university so she saw him rarely. But she did recognize that he’d cut his hair. He had long dark curls when she first met him. He looked like a bad boy, covered in tattoos with a permanent smirk on his face. But once she got to talking to him, she realized, he was a big sweetheart really. The long dark hair and tattoos were just a look. A style. Harry was a nice young man.

The truth was, all the girls joked about how attractive Leo and his son were. Both men were quite handsome. Y/n couldn’t deny that. Harry was tall like his father and built nicely. Long legs and a well-muscled chest. A great jawline and crystal green eyes that allured.

“Hi, Y/n. Marla,” Harry spoke as he looked from Y/n to Marla.

And that was another thing about him. He always remembered everyone’s name. He had met Marla maybe twice, yet here he was drinking beers at a bar and remembering the name of Y/n’s best friend whom he barely knew.

“Hi Harry,” Y/n smiled up at him, “Like the hair,” She reached up and whisked a finger into a short curl before bringing her hand back down into her own space.

Harry smiled broadly, a glorious dimple digging into his cheek as he raised an arm and ran his long fingers through his soft dark hair, “Oh! Yeah. Thank you. Got it cut a few weeks ago. Still getting used to it. Um, how are you doing?”

“Good. Girl’s Night, you know,” she shrugged and looked over at Marla who stood next to her, “We’re here every other Friday for some dancing and drinks,” when she turned her gaze back to Harry’s his soft eyes were intently watching her as she spoke. “Um, yeah. How are you? How’s school?”

Harry tipped himself forward to his toes and then lowered back down to his normal height, “Good. S’good. Already looking forward to Spring break,” he chuckled.

“Oh yeah! Me too. I’m not even in school and I’m already making plans,” she chuckled.

Suddenly something dawned on Y/n. Her eyes went wide and then she squinted as she looked at her stepson, “Wait. You’re not 21. You’re too young to be here, Mister.”

Harry snorted a laugh and nodded, “I know. I know. But I’m turning 21 in two weeks. Figured I’d try my hand at underage drinking once in my life. Before it’s too late,” he grinned.

“So you’ve never done this before?”

“Nope. First time. And of course, my stepmom is here when I do. Just my luck.”

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