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—seven days. [ v ]

pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader.

summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.

author's note: sorry it took a while compared to the other chapters. i finished up my lab reports in my surveying class. this is not edited nor is it beta read and i dont remember much on what happened during the 2018-2021 seasons so pardon me if there are inaccuracies. anyways, welcome to max's pov. u can say im stalling on the shitshow that will happen once max discovers that reader resigned. lemme know what you think.

tags: @whatamidoingwithmylife-ramdom @eugene-emt-roe @bellezaycafe @barnestatic @theseerbetweenus @wcnorris @notyouraveragemochii @lpab @vildetry06 @a-beaverhausen @formula1mount @loloekie @alucardsdaddyissues @juky-ps @cassianswh0reeee @devotedlycrookeddonut @amberpanda99 @supermaxv1

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2018

“Who’s that?”

Daniel looks up, cheeks stuffed with the sandwich he was eating for lunch, “Who?”

Max cringes internally. His mother always told him and Victoria to not talk when his mouth was full, she called it bad manners, and now, he is understanding where she was coming from with those lectures. Nevertheless, he doesn't reprimand Daniel. Instead, he gestures to the girl standing a few meters away from their table in the Red Bull hospitality staff cafeteria, who was happily chatting with two Red Bull senior engineers whom Max recognizes to be Elijah Stuart and Richard Fox.

It is the first time Max has seen her. A new employee perhaps? Perhaps not. She lacks the company standard uniform.

Daniel trails his line of sight to where Max has pointed, “Which one? Richard?”

“No,” Max groans. Daniel blinks.

“Elijah?”

This is quickly becoming annoying.

“The girl, Daniel,” Max says, his exasperation bleeding through his words. “She’s not wearing a Red Bull polo.”

Daniel’s brows rise to his hairline, head snapping back to Max, “[Name]?”

Then, a shit-eating grin erupts on his lips. “Are you interested in her?”

“She’s not my type,” Max’s denial comes quickly. Is it even considered denial if it’s the truth? In his twenty almost twenty-one years being alive, Max never really put a lot of time into thinking about what his ideal type would look like. But he is sure that the woman of his dreams will look very far from the woman who was successful in catching his attention because you are wearing a black shirt in a sea of Red Bull polo shirts.

You with your eyes that forms into tiny crescent moons once your face breaks into a grin, you with your smile that shows too much gums and too much teeth, you with your hands that moves too much when you talk, and you with that too loud and too obnoxious laugh that comes even with the lamest of jokes. You’re like Daniel in a way. All happy sunshine vibes.

Max is watching you close, observing how you were interacting with Richard and Elijah. They're old men and no one should look this happy while talking to boring, old, white men, who worked more than four decades in the engineering industry so they only know how to speak boomer language and everything engineering. Surprisingly, Elijah and Richard seem to be having fun talking to you. A miracle on its own because they never even look that happy talking to Daniel Ricciardo and everybody in Red Bull Racing adores sunshine honey badger, Daniel Ricciardo.

“I didn't say anything.”

“You're thinking about it.”

“How would you know what I’m thinking?”

“Because you’re currently on a quest to erase my singledom. I can put two and two together.”

Daniel snorts, crossing his arms over his chest, “Maybe I just want to let you meet new friends.”

“I have enough friends.”

“You don't have friends that are not racers.”

Max presses his lips in a thin line.

“She’s my manager, by the way.” says Daniel, leaning back into his seat.

“What happened to Nick?”

“He’s on leave,” Daniel says. “His wife’s giving birth soon. She’s my temporary manager for a few months. Or I don't know, maybe the whole season.”

Max brows rise in pleasant surprise but says nothing.

“Now that I think about it, she’s around your age. How old are you again? Twenty-two?”

“Twenty,” Max corrects. His birthday is still months away from pre-season. On the end of September.

“Ah, she's older than you. Oh wait, here she comes. Hey, [Name]! Here!”

Max flinches and his heart begins ramming against his ribs erratically that he thinks he’ll undergo cardiac arrest in a matter of seconds. He does a double take—why am I even panicking?—then forces himself to calm down and straightens up in his seat. His shoulders and neck are still considerably stiff and his palms are slowly becoming sweaty. He swallows an invisible stone in his throat.

“¡Hola mi amiga, [Name]!” Daniel greets and his Spanish accent sounds off that it makes [Name], who stopped right in front of their table, giggle and when Max looks up at her through his lashes, it almost feels like the world is turning too rapidly on its axis and it’s making Max dizzy. Daniel and her do a friendly handshake—when did they reach this level of friendship?

“Hola, Daniel,” she greets, smiling. Your accent reminds Max of Carlos, but unlike Carlos, who possesses a very distinct Spanish accent, yours sounded subtler than his and it's mixed with the charming rhythm of words that reminds Max of sunsets in the south. You pronounce Daniel’s name like it has two syllables instead of three. Dan-yel instead of Dan-i-el. Suddenly, Max is curious as to how his name will sound if it originates from her mouth, how the syllables will roll off her tongue. Max will still sound like Max. Nobody will mispronounce that name. But Emilian and Verstappen? How will you say it?

“Hi Max.”

The Max sounds plain even though you’re smiling when you greet him. She didn't say Max the same way she said Daniel, whose name was uttered with a certain fondness.

“Hello,” Max’s chin dips slightly into a nod.

“Eat with us,” Daniel invites and he is already dragging a chair from a nearby table to their table before Max can fully register what he’s doing.

“You sure?” you ask, brows raising slightly at Daniel’s abrupt invitation.

Daniel waves his hand dismissively, “Yeah, yeah, Max wouldn't mind. Would you, Max?”

Suddenly, two pairs of eyes are on him and his throat feels dry. He cannot speak. No words leave his mouth. Empty brain, zero thoughts. In the end, he nods and you join the two for lunch.

Max frequently sees you following Daniel in the paddock. You remind him of a dog. No, even dogs do not follow their owners this much. Or do they? Max wouldn't know. He is a cat person anyway.

Max’s main point is this: not even the other racers’ managers follow them around this much. Not even Max’s manager follows him this much. (No one tell Max that this was due to the fact that he scares his own manager. Imagine a middle-aged man scared of a Dutch racer half his age with anger issues.) But you follow Daniel around like he is the sun and you are planet Earth and you need to be constantly revolving around him to achieve universal balance. And for some reason, your actions cause something odd to stir up in Max. He is annoyed. Of what? Maybe because you are so good to Daniel? Maybe he wants someone to be like that for him, too? His manager is not as proactive as you. Yeah, maybe that’s it.

And if you are not with Daniel, which is a rare occurrence, you’re hovering around the Red Bull mechanics. You even go as far as bringing them coffee in the mornings and that annoys Max even more. Daniel, he can understand if you brought him coffee, but the others? No. You don't even bring Christian Horner coffee. Why only them?

Whatever.

You are such a suck up. Max hates suck ups.

Baku 2018 was a bad race, a total nightmare for everyone in the team. The moment Max got out of that car, he was burning. Figuratively, at least. The engine of the RB14 is the one burning, in a literal sense. Horner is red in the face when he sees Max and Daniel, and he yells at them to cool down before they do the formal stuff of apologizing and dealing with the FIA and all the formalities that Max rather thinks are bullshit.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice raising, when he sees you approaching. “Aren't you supposed to be with Daniel?”

“Water?” you offer the water bottle to him and Max knows full well it’s supposed to be for Daniel. Max saw you offering it to Daniel earlier when the two of them stepped into the Red Bull garage after retiring from the race but the older man has declined your offer before stomping off somewhere else to cool down.

“No.”

He is not going to take the scraps of someone else, even though he is thirsty as hell.

You nod, shrugging your shoulders and saying, “Okay.”

You crouch on the floor and put the water bottle in front of him with a neatly folded face towel balancing on top of it. Then, you rise and walk away, leaving Max to glare at your back as you fade away from his view. Once you disappeared from his line of sight, he drags his gaze back to the water bottle and towel.

He drinks the water and then uses the towel to wipe his sweat. At that moment, Max decides that he will never allow himself to be beaten by Daniel ever again.

Max remembers the anger he feels when he discovers the news of Daniel leaving Red Bull.

“Was this because of Baku?!”

Daniel tries to explain his situation as calmly as he can but Max is all fire and flames and fury. He is only hearing Daniel’s words, not listening to them because all that he registers are the words “leaving” and “Renault” and “goodbye” and the rest are all just a bunch of ringing noise. Max knows where Daniel is coming from because he isn't dumb nor naive and he is aware that he is quickly becoming the team favorite, but did Daniel really need to leave?

Daniel’s leaving, Daniel’s leaving, Daniel’s leaving. He’ll have no friends left on the team.

Max’s fear of being left behind is often masqueraded as anger. The thing about Max is that his pain always turns to anger and his anger turns into violence.

He barely registers what he has done to Daniel until he sees his teammate—former teammate—on the floor, eyes wide and clutching his cheek. Max’s fist trembles. They are both horrified at what Max has done.

“Daniel, I—”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, man?!” Daniel scrambles to a stand and lunges at Max. Max fears he’s going to get punched, too, and maybe he deserves it because he is the one who has thrown his fist first, but [Name] appears, quick as lightning, and rushes in between Daniel and Max.

“Daniel, calm down.”

Max is surprised you can hold Daniel down on your own. Daniel was a racer, had been since 2011, so he possessed the physical strength of a veteran racer and you, well, you're not. You’re shorter than them both, too.

Daniel is turning red in the face and fury paints his features. Max wants to fight, answer Daniel’s anger with his own. Fire to fire. Let them both burn until they achieve ruination.

“Nick!” you cry and at the call of his name, Nick appears quickly. “Hold Daniel!”

Your hands clutch Max’s nape and forearm and you quickly drag him away from the furious Daniel, leaving Nick to hold Daniel off and calm him down.

His ears are still ringing. Even after he's dragged away from the chaos. Even after he's brought into an empty room. Even after he sits down on a plush chair, face scarily blank while his mind runs for miles.

The ringing sound disappears when you tap his shoulder and asks, “You okay, big boy?”

His brain becomes a blank slate.

Max nods hesitantly, “Yeah.”

His knuckles are still tingling. He can still feel the remnants of the violence of his fist, can still feel the sting when his knuckles met Daniel’s cheek.

“Injuries?”

Why do you only speak words instead of full sentences?

You scan Max’s face for injuries and Max holds his breath when you lean your face closer to see clearly.

“No—No injuries.”

Your shoulders sag in relief, “Good. Thank fuck. Horner wouldn't be happy if golden boy got clocked.”

You pull yourself away and Max feels like he can breathe again. Then, you pivot on your heels.

“I’ll get you water.”

“No!”

You flinch and then turn to him slowly, your eyes growing wide and mouth falling slightly open. Max mirrors your surprise. You blink at him. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then, your forehead creases and you close your mouth.

“No need to yell at me,” you mumble but Max hears it loud and clear and now, his anger is spiking up again.

“Fine, go!”

You raise a brow at him, giving him a long look. A sigh escapes your lips. You leaned against the door, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Why aren't you leaving?”

“You don't want me to,” you say in a know-it-all tone.

“I told you to go!”

“What you want and what you say are two different things. Don't worry, I’ll stay for as long as you need.”

Max doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he sits there in the silence with his thoughts and he can already feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He’s sure you noticed that he’s trying not to cry, not with you standing in front of him. Max always makes weird faces when he forces himself not to cry.

But then you turn your back on him, not to leave, but to give him the privacy he needs.

His tears fall silently.

The 2018 WDC was Lewis Hamilton, who garnered 408 points by the end of the year. Max finishes in fourth, only after the Ferrari drivers, Sebastian Vettel and Kimi Raikkonen. The world thinks it is not a bad result. Max is still young and he’s battling three WDCs for points. But Max thinks otherwise. Winning is number one. The rest is just losing. The only thing he knows is he's not good enough. Jos is thinking of the same thing, too. He knows it.

Everytime someone congratulates him, Max has to bite his tongue and fake a smile. He can only feel anger, for finishing up fourth. It's like people are constantly reminding him of what he failed to become—a champion.

Red Bull throws an after party at the hotel bar, like they do at every Grand Prix, but Max chose not to go so he can drown in his own bitterness in the privacy of his hotel room.

A series of knocks on the door disturbs his ongoing rampage. He is sure it is his manager who’s behind the door. Archie possesses a horrible habit of appearing when he is not needed and not appearing when he is.

“What?!”

“Open the door, sour loser.”

That's not Archie.

Max’s jaw tenses. He marches towards the door and aggressively throws it open. It is you who stands behind it, an unimpressed expression printed on your face. Why is Daniel’s manager here?

“Who are you calling a loser?”

You sigh, peering your head in to look at his hotel room. You wince.

“Horner is not gonna be happy with how you trashed everything,” you begin. Max may or may not have thrown things across the room, punched a table and the wall, and accidentally broke a hotel-owned wall decoration. “Did you punch the wall?”

He did. But he’s not going to tell you that. Max hopes you don’t notice the peeling skin on his knuckles—red and angry and bloody.

“Can you leave?” he asks through gritted teeth. He hears you sigh. You do that a lot when you’re around him. Why?

You rummage through your tote bag—cream-colored with peach prints, the same one you wear all year round—and pull out a cold can of beer and a face towel.

“Lemme see.”

You reach for Max’s hand, which causes him to jerk back, his hand going behind him. You pause.

“I told you to leave.”

“Okay,” you shrug. You grab his wrist before he could dodge and you thrust the cold canned beer and face towel into his hand.

“Put this on your knuckles,” your tone leaves no room for further arguments. “Danny’s worried ‘bout you.”

“If he’s so worried about me, he shouldn't be leaving me,” Max snaps.

“Have you tried listening to his reasons?”

“Of course, I did!” Max is offended that you even feel the need to ask him that.

You purse your lips, “Maybe you did listen, just never tried to understand. I’d do the same thing, too, if I was Danny. No need to stay in a place where we’re no longer wanted.”

Max opens his mouth to bark back. How dare you utter such nonsense? You only stayed here for a year! ? You will never understand the relationship between Daniel and Max. You will never know Daniel the same way Max knows him.

“He isn't going to win anywhere else. We are going to get a new engine and the car will be better than this year. We’ll be better than Ferrari or Mercedes. We’ll be champions.”

I’ll be a champion, but Max leaves it unsaid.

“I know, heard it from the mechanics,” you shrug. “Maybe Danny won't win in another machinery. Maybe he will. Who knows? But if the team wanted Danny then that’s better. A team that wants and prioritizes Danny will treat him better than any team could. And right now, that's what he needs, a good team that supports him well.”

“Red Bull prioritizes him, too.”

“You're lyin’ to yourself, you know it. You of all people should know how shitty it feels to be number two and Danny is number two right now.”

Silence.

Number two. Cursed number two.

“Are you gonna follow Daniel, too?”

Max will not be surprised if you do.

You shrug.

“Let's wait and see.”

Then, you turn around and walk away, the soft click of your beige flats echoing in the hotel hallway until it fades into silence, while Max stands there at the open door, a cold canned beer and a face towel in his hand.

He uses the face towel to wipe the blood on his knuckle and uses the cold canned beer to help soothe the pain of forming bruises. Max wishes you brought something to ease the pain in his heart, too.

2019

The 2019 pre-season begins with Christian Horner saying that Archie, Max’s incompetent manager last year, has submitted a resignation letter. That makes Max Verstappen officially manager-less this year.

“For this season, since Daniel is no longer with us—” The corner of Max’s lips curve downwards. “[Name] does not have anyone to manage anymore. I was thinking of moving her to the engineering team but she was too efficient at managing Daniel last year. Would you mind if she becomes your manager? I assume you're both friends?”

Friends is not the appropriate term to describe what they are. Sure, they talked because Daniel talked with Max frequently and wherever Daniel was, [Name] is closely behind. Daniel also has this habit of dragging everyone into the conversation so no one will be left out. They also engaged in banter a few times, when Daniel’s not around and Max and her do not bother tolerating each other for the sake of the Australian racer.

For the most part, when Daniel is present, [Name] become the nicest person to ever grace the room, even Mother Teresa is put to shame, but when Daniel’s gone, [Name]’s saintess act disappears and enters an asshole who'll argue with Max and annoy him to oblivion. She absolutely vexes him.

Also, she's a terrible suck up. Max hates suck ups.

“She’ll be good for you,” Horner adds.

“Do you believe so?”

“I know she can handle you.”

Max raises a single questioning brow, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Nevertheless, Max has no choice. Horner believes she’ll be good for him and Max prefers having her as a manager than having none at all. God forbid he’ll be stuck manager-less. He can barely organize anything to save his life.

Even though they're not perfectly civil with each other, Max cannot deny the fact that [Name] is a good manager. It is like she possesses the uncanny ability of knowing everything Max needs without having him to voice it out and you do it without Max having to ask you. Which works greatly for Max. He really isn't the best at asking what he needs and people cannot mindread so he just sucks everything up until a simple thing gets blown out of proportion and he ends up blaming someone else for a problem that should have been solved had he voiced it out in the first place.

“PR sent me this,” you walk into the room early in the morning and Max groans because he’s still dealing with the hangover from last night so he cannot deal with your annoyingness right now. Despite hearing his dilemma, you put the iPad on the table and Max sees a picture of him drunk as fuck in a bar somewhere in Barcelona. He winces, looking away and not bothering to read the caption.

“They want you to clear shit up.”

“What's there to be cleared about?”

“People think we're datin’, darlin’. That's what you need to clear up.”

Max’s eyes go comically wide. Him and [Name]....dating? A blush graces Max’s cheeks.

You swipe down and show Max a video. The clip shows you walking out of the bar, warding off people with a passed out Max on your shoulder.

There are two things that immediately entered Max’s head at that moment:

Wow. You're really strong.

What the fuck? When did this happen?

“I’ll get you an Advil and soup. In the meantime,” you open a word document on your iPad. “You read this. Prepared a script ‘cuz you can’t improvise shit. We’ll film a press release vid when I come back, aight?”

You are gone before Max can even nod his head.

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Silent Cosmos (Edward Cullen)(Ch. 1)

Pairing: Edward Cullen x GN! Mute!Reader

Words: 3.0k+

Warning(s): Mentions of past car accident, mentions of minor character death/parents dying, swearing, implications of past bullying, mentions of high school lacking services, blood mention.

A/N: YAY i finally have this done. I’ve had this idea since before i started grad school and finally got it done! I hope yall enjoy :) This series takes place before Victoria’s army comes to Forks and Edward may be OOC but like, oh well.

Also in this series, Bella and Edward had a mutual break up w/ no hard feelings <3

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"On foot

I had to cross the solar system

before I found the first thread of my red dress.

I sense myself already.

Somewhere in space hangs my heart,

shaking in the void, from it stream sparks

into other intemperate hearts."

--Edith Södergran, 'On Foot I Had to Cross the Solar System'

On one unfortunate night when you were seven, a drunk driver hit your parents car. Your mother on the passenger side died instantly, your father later succumbed to his injuries in the hospital. You were injured severely, but the doctors managed to keep you alive... At the cost of your voice. Chunks of glass tore through and stabbed your neck; the damage to your larynx was the worst, the second was nerve damage. You could speak in a very harsh, almost whisper-like, voice but it caused an intense amount of pain. You were upset. You hated that driver for what they took from you.

Your aunt and uncle took you in, and were able to help you adjust as you grew. They learned and taught you sign language, they helped you cope with the loss of your parents as best they could, and were always supportive. Despite their work lives keeping them away, they always tried their best to give you attention when they had the free time.

You found ways to enjoy life again, particularly in the stars. They were almost comforting to you when you were alone, looking out your bedroom window. You weren't sure why you have such an affinity for space and what it holds. Maybe because your father brought you out at night to point out all the constellations and their stories. Those moments with him started your interest. And now, you believed your parents were amongst the many stars in the vast universe.

You grew content with not having a voice. You adapted and overcame the curveball life sent your way. You just wished the pain wasn't constantly lingering.

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It was the day you started going to your new highschool in Forks. It wasn't ideal transferring to a different school, but your uncle's job called for it. He was a firefighter and he was offered a sizable pay increase and rank promotion to fire captain if he took up the position for the Forks station. Your aunt, a nurse, was able to transfer to Forks hospital. They discussed the idea of moving with you of course, and you not wanting to hinder your uncle's promotion or damper his excitement, you supported the move from California to Washington.

You could already tell this rinky dink school wouldn't have anyone that understands ASL and the school said they are still looking to hire someone to be an interpreter of sorts, so you were mentally preparing yourself for the mess you may be entering. At least you transferred only three weeks into the new school year, that would make any school work you needed to catch up on relatively easy. It also helped it was your senior year as well.

As soon as you got out of your car, all of the heads of the student body snapped in your direction. You guess they've never seen a new kid before. You make your journey towards the building, hoping that no one would bother to talk to you. You already saw a teen walk up to you, he had straight black hair and a toothy grin.

"Hi, I'm Eric. You're the new kid." He seemed friendly.

You offer a little wave and sign, hoping he would get the inclination you could not speak.

"Shit... I don't know sign except..." He gave you the sign sorry before pointing to his ears and back to you. You shook your head and tapped your throat. "Oh! You can't speak." You nodded. "Sorry about all the confusion. Welcome to Forks High, home of the Spartans. I'm pretty much the eyes and ears."

You simply nod along when necessary and smiled as he gave you the very quick run down of most of the immediate gossip of school, which was centered around you, the new kid. He seemed like a nice guy but glancing at the clock you passed by in the hall you knew it was close to your first class.

"And don't get me started on the Cul-What?" You interrupted him as you held out your schedule to him, pointing to your first class. "Oh yeah, guess class is starting soon. Lets see... you're in 103 for English with Mr. Baker which is..." He glanced up. "Right down the hall. I have History right next door."

You smile at his help and follow him through the sea of students.

You wave Eric goodbye and enter classroom 103. You felt eyes of everyone land on you, but none more eye-catching or captivating as the gold pair near the back of the classroom. His gaze was intense, eyes wide, as he stared at you. You held his gaze. You weren't sure what to think at the moment but before anything could come to mind, an older gentleman walked in and stole your attention. You assumed correctly this was Mr. Baker.

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Edward was the first to arrive for his first period class. He was always punctual, but there was a difference now. He no longer had Bella in tow.

It was a mutual end to their quick relationship. While her blood did appeal to him greatly, the fastness of their relationship hurt them both emotionally at the end. It was purely fascination of each others beings that they mistake as something else. While it did hurt, Edward could admit to himself he wasn't distraught over it. They remained friends and he was content with that.

Slowly, other students began filling the classroom as the clock ticked on. Everyone filling seats they usually sat in despite there being no assigned seating. No one ever sat next to him, often feeling intimidated by his status as a Cullen. The vampire paid them no mind, occupying his attention to watching the typical Forks rain traverse down the window he always sat by. He tuned out everyone's thoughts the best he could, letting his usual melancholy about his nature linger in his mind.

Edward perked up when he heard an fast-beating heart breakthrough his attempts of zoning out. Shifting his focus to the doorway his eyes latched on to the new student.

You.

It didn't take reading thoughts to feel the buzz of a new student arriving in the small school.

He felt... strange. Much like with Bella, your scent invaded his senses and made him thirsty, yet, that wasn't what caught his immediate attention.

It was the eyes. Something about them captivated Edward. He wasn't sure what about them had him staring at you, who now stared back at him. The vampire attempted to discern your thoughts and he caught an inkling of curiosity starting to bleed out before the teacher took your attention away. His stayed on you, and didn't pay him any mind or had any idea he wad, and focused his enhanced hearing on the conversation.

"Hello, new student?" The teacher greeted and softly spoke your name. The auburn haired male watched as the you nodded.

Edward's curiosity peaked when he finally heard their thoughts, clear as the days outside of Forks.

"Yes, that's me. Do you know sign?" He heard their thoughts as he watched their hands easily relay in sign language. I'm expecting a no they internally sighed.

"Oh shoot I wasn't told..." A worried look passed on the teachers face as his sentence trailed off. Edward can hear his thoughts complain that the school failed to inform him about the new student outside their name and grade. A look of exasperation briefly flashed on your face.

Who would of fucking thought Forks High, a small-ass school, would not inform their teachers. Fantastic. Wonderful. I love it. It was a pointed statement that had Edward both mildly shocked at the language and pretty amused. I wonder how much others outside of Eric will put up with me here.

Edward sighed. He knew he shouldn't involve himself with another human but he couldn't help it. Whatever captivated him and the resignation you mentally expressed already had moved him. He got up from his spot and quickly moved to the front of the classroom.

"Apologies, I don't mean to cut in but I know sign."

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You blink at the golden-eyed student he approached you and the teacher. You felt a grateful smile tug on your lips as you faced him. Immediately, you felt some appreciation and felt good about being wrong on your previous assumption.

"Thank you, Edward." Mr. Baker smiled in relief. Edward gave the teacher a small, tight lipped smile at him and faced you. The teacher introduced you to him. "And this is Edward Cullen."

"I'm sorry for any inconvenience." Edward spoke as you signed, his voice soft and velvety. Observing his face, you watched as his brows furrow at your statement, which became almost a second nature for you due to the way your previous school treated you. You often faced irritated glances or your existence ignored entirely outside the feo close friends you accumulated.

"Please relay to them-" Mr. Baker spoke but you immediately shook your head and held up a hand.

"I am neither deaf or hard of hearing, sir. I just can't speak." Edward translated for you again. "I look forward to class with you both." A smile appeared on his face again.

"You too. And you aren't being an inconvenience at all. It's the fault of the school, really." Mr. Baker offered a kind smile. Edward left the two of you, as if knew he wouldn't be needed again. "Take a seat wherever you want, I don't do assigned seating unless it becomes an issue." Mr. Baker gave you a kind smile and gestured for you to pick out a seat, while he moved to the classroom computer. You take a glance around, only seeing three spots open.

Your eyes landed on the one next to Edward, causing you to perk up. Though, you hesitated, his small smile and the single, subtle nod assured you it was fine to sit by him. Holding your backpack strap a little tighter, you move between desks to join him.

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Edward watched as you sat next to him. You offered him a quick smile before you started pulling out your notebook and your small pencil case. You didn't look over at him as you stared up at the board, waiting for class to start.

The vampire was curious and while he knew it was an invasion of privacy, he couldn't help but try and focus in on more of your thoughts. Except he was met with...

What? His brows furrowed. Edward felt overwhelmed for a moment, his sense felt almost deprived as he tried peering in your mind again.

Edward suddenly saw what he perceived as a galaxy. Stars, planets, moons, a sun... it was vast and it was breathtaking. It wasn't something he never saw before, this detailed, in a humans mind. He was able to view this scene for just a few fleeting moments until he suddenly felt warm energy push against his mind.

The vampire blinked. His presence was back in classroom 103. He glanced toward you. Paying close attention, he didn't see anything that indicated you were in any way aware of what just occured. He heard the teacher swear under his breath as he attempted to get the projector working, and used this moment to speak with you.

Softly, he called your name, bringing your attention to him.

"How are you liking Forks?" Edward recognized he was a bit awkward, but you gave no inclination that you minded or judged him.

"It's wet. But I don't mind it. The scenery is nice." You signed and it was as if the cosmos that warded him from your thoughts was lifted. Hearing your thoughts again after being blocked out by the cosmos left him perplexed and curious.

"Forks does have its charm in scenery." He chuckled. "But I assume that isn't why you moved?"

"No, but it definitely is a bonus." You smiled. "My uncle got a promotion so we moved up from California."

"What does he do?"

"He is now the fire captain here."

Edward had a kind smile and offered a small congratulations to him. He then spoke again, "What does your class schedule look like?"

You reached into your zip up hoodie pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, you slid it to his desk. His golden eyes scanned the paper and he felt some sort of happiness that your schedules almost align completely. The only class difference was your last two classes, which would have you taking gym and history without him.

"Looks like we will be seeing each other a lot. We have almost all the same classes."

That's a relief. Edward suppressed a smile at your thoughts. I hope we can be at least friendly with one another.

"Since we have most of our classes together, would you like to be friends?" He asked. He could already hear Rosalie scolding him for getting involved with another human, but he didn't particularly care what she would think.

You were another anomaly to his, otherwise, stationary life. He has no plans to try and initiate a quick romantic relationship again. He simply was curious to the stars that lingered behind your eyes.

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It was nearing lunchtime. You glanced out the window of your math class while the teacher closed out her lesson and began explaining what the homework was going to be. You were very grateful for Edward sticking by you in each course. He was able to help you talk to your teachers, answer and ask questions, and made Forks high a little more welcoming.

You had met two of his siblings in that time frame, Emmett and Alice, who were both a delight. Alice already expressed how much she was excited to finally get to know you, which you assumed she was wanting to meet the new kid, and Emmett offered to watch your back in gym with the biggest grin you've seen on a persons face. It also warmed your heart to find they also knew sign too.

The initial worry of being a forever outsider like before began melting away. So far things have been pleasant unlike your last experience.

As you mind wandered off to old school memories of bullies and loneliness, you were still unaware of Edward trying to discern your thoughts again. You missed the look of confusion and frustration on his face. Although, you did manage to hear him make a noise that sounded like frustration, which snapped your attention on him.

"Everything okay?" You ask him. He glanced up at the teacher who was now facing the board writing the homework down.

"Just... wanting class to be over." Edward gave you a tight lipped smile. "Mrs. Johnsons' classes are usually a bore."

You nodded with a smile and silent chuckle.

The class bell rang, signaling an end, and practically everyone ran out for lunch. You eyed the crowd trying to leave and shrug your shoulders. You scribbled down the equations Mrs. Johnson assigned before putting your class materials away and preemptively pulled out your brown bag lunch.

You glanced to Edward while you both stood up. You weren't sure if you should continue sticking by his side until it was time for your last two periods or find your own corner to decompress. Perhaps giving him a break from-

"Are you ready?" His soft voice cut through your thoughts. You blink, pausing for a moment, before nodding.

"Lead the way." You smiled, though you were sure it came off as nervous. There will be so many people...

"Would you like to sit with my family and I, or would you like to go somewhere quiet?" You looked at him a bit shocked, were you that easy to read? You could see the twitch of his lip like he was going to respond but he kept quiet.

"Somewhere quiet, just for today."

"Follow me then."

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Rosalie sighed as she leaned against the table, waiting for her siblings to join her and Emmett for lunch. She then looked to her partner and leaned against him, who laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Her golden eyes followed Bella's form with a glare as she sat down with her friends.

"Come on, babe. Her and Edward have no hard feelings." Emmett spoke in a quiet tone.

"It's still a danger to us." She grumbled.

"Nope! She still becomes a vampire like us." Alice suddenly sat down with a bright smile. Jasper was quick to sit down next to her.

"Even after what happened with the Volturi and James?" Emmett asked.

"Yep. While the course of her and Edward's relationship definitely changed, she still becomes a part of our clan."

"Great." Rosalie rolled her eyes and then glanced around at the table. "Speaking of Edward, where is he?"

"Probably off with the new kid." Emmett smirked. "They seem pretty nice. Edward's been helping them since they can't speak."

"Another human?" She looked to her partner then to Alice. "Did you..."

"Have a vision of them? Yes. The day before Edward and Bella parted their romantic relationship, I had a vision of them coming to Forks. And then after meeting them, I saw them and Edward, looking pretty close." She smiled and giggled.

"Great, another human who is going to choose to be a vampire." Rose scoffed.

"Rosalie-" Alice's usually bright expression drops. Everyone at the Cullen table looked at her with worry as it appeared her eyes glaze over. Jasper immediately gripped her hand under the table as he could feel a wave of sadness wash over from her.

"Darling?" Jasper whispered.

Alice blinked rapidly. She looked to the others with a worried expression. "I... I didn't see the specifics but... It wasn't their choice."

It was silent between them. Rosalie's eyes were wide, Emmett clenched his fist under the table, Jasper tried his best to calm everyone, and Alice simply blinked and tried looking to the future again.

She could see you, crying and writhing as the venom from a bite on your arm took hold, blood all over you. Edward and Carlisle were right by your side, speaking. But she couldn't hear what they were saying.

All she heard was a high pitched ring.

And then the vision flashes a blinding white and she swears she could feel intense heat against her face.

She was back at the table again with her family. It was the same vision as before. Never had she seen such a bright light, heard such a noise, or felt anything like that from a vision.

"We have to talk to Carlisle."

#edward x reader #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x you #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen imagine #edward cullen imagines #twilight #twilight saga #twilight x reader #twilight edward cullen #twilight edward #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight x you #twilight x y/n #silent cosmos

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coochiequeens · 9 months

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Doctors and nurses who are not willing to listen to their patients should be replaced

BY VICTORIA SMITH

The third time I went into labour, I was determined to avoid getting told off. With both of my previous births, I had somehow managed to get things wrong. My errors the first time: going to hospital too early, then, when I returned three hours later, “leaving it so late”. The second time: ignoring assurances that I didn’t need to come in yet, then giving birth in the car park — an event I later discovered was being used in antenatal classes as an example of women “not planning ahead”.

“My previous births have been fast,” I said, when I went into labour with my third, “so I’d like to come in now.” I was speaking to the woman at the midwife-led unit that is the only option where I live. (If you need a caesarean section, you have to be transferred to next town.) “Third babies are notoriously difficult,” was her response.

What an odd thing to say to a woman already in labour. The “notoriously” suggested it wasn’t based on any actual evidence, but rather a kind of folk wisdom. It felt as though I was being warned not to tempt fate, not to assume that this baby would just pop out. I saw myself being categorised as one of those arrogant women who presumes to know her own body, only to be taught a harsh yet much-deserved lesson. “Third babies are notoriously difficult” sounded not unlike “third-time mothers shouldn’t get above themselves”.

In fact, I have never been particularly cocky about childbirth. When I was pregnant with my first child, back in the days when the Right-wing press were still obsessed with famous women being “too posh to push”, I wondered if I might be able to get an elective caesarean myself. I did not particularly care about childbirth being a wonderful experience, or about “doing it well”. I didn’t care if the Daily Mail thought I was a joke.

What I cared about was not having a child who would face the same difficulties as my brother, who was starved of oxygen at birth. This has had serious consequences for him, and for the rest of my family. Just how serious is hard to gauge. He was born traumatised; there has never been a before to compare the after with. What there has been instead is the hazy outline of an alternative life, one that runs parallel to the one he has now. It’s a life that began with the problem being identified sooner, with him being delivered quickly, perhaps by emergency caesarean. The difference between this and his actual life comes down to something small: mere moments, mere breaths.

I was born three years after my brother, in a larger hospital, where my mother was induced and monitored carefully. There is something very strange about being the sibling who had the safe birth. It feels as though I stole it. There is a constant sense of guilt, as if my life — my independence, my choices — constitutes a form of gloating. “This is what you could have had.” Everything I do feels like something owed to my brother (do it, because he can’t) but also something taken from him (you shouldn’t have done that, because he should have done it first).

Still, my family were fortunate, insofar as my brother didn’t die. Current reports on the Nottingham maternity scandal reference 1,700 cases, with an estimated 201 mothers and babies who might have survived had they received better care. What strikes me, reading them, is the enormous gulf between the cost of a disastrous birth and the trivial, opportunistic way in which childbirth is so often politicised — with mothers themselves viewed as morally, if not practically, to blame if anything goes wrong.

As a feminist who concerns herself with how the female body is demonised, my interest in debates about birthing choices is more than personal. I have read books railing against the over-medicalisation of childbirth, aligning it with a patriarchal need to appropriate female reproductive power. I have also read books protesting the fetishisation of “natural” birth, suggesting that it infantilises women, that it implies women deserve pain. To be honest, I find both arguments persuasive and dismaying. Both are right about the way in which misogyny and professional arrogance can shift the focus away from meeting the needs of women and babies. I feel a kind of rage that we are told to pick a side.

Representations of the labouring woman are so often negative: the naïve idealist, the “birthzilla“, the birth-plan obsessive, the woman who is “too posh to push”. This latter stereotype has gone hand-in-hand with a veneration of vaginal births, and stigmatisation of caesareans, that has had sometimes disastrous consequences. Midwives at the centre of the Furness General Hospital scandal were reported to have “pursued natural birth ‘at any cost’”, referring to one another as “the musketeers”; at least 11 babies and one mother died. But their approach was sanctioned by their employer: the 2006 NHS document “Pathways to Success: a self-improvement toolkit” explicitly suggested that “maternity units applying best practice to the management of pregnancy, labour and birth will achieve a [caesarean section] rate consistently below 20% and will have aspirations to reduce that rate to 15%”. Proposed benefits to this included “a sense of pride in units”.

Responses to maternity scandals now express horror that such an anti-intervention culture ever arose — responses in the same press that denigrated women such as Victoria Beckham and Kate Winslet for not giving birth vaginally. Instead, newspapers now stoke outrage over “natural” treatments during NHS births, such as burning herbs. Women have been shamed for having caesareans, but they have also been shamed for wanting births with minimum intervention — as though they are selfish and spoilt for seeking control over such an extreme situation.

In his memoir This Is Going To Hurt, former doctor Adam Kay writes disparagingly of women who arrive at the delivery suite with birth plans:

“‘Having a birth plan’ always strikes me as akin to having a ‘what I want the weather to be’ plan or a ‘winning the lottery’ plan. Two centuries of obstetricians have found no way of predicting the course of a labour, but a certain denomination of floaty-dressed mother seems to think she can manage it easily.”

Wanting to have some control over your experience of labour — which will hurt you and could kill you or your baby — is not akin to some messianic aspiration to control the weather. And in his mockery of the woman who wants whale song and aromatherapy oils, ironically, Kay deploys the same silencing techniques that might intimidate a woman out of seeking the very interventions he so prizes. What he and others do not seem to grasp is that their arrogance is a problem, regardless of which course of action they champion. It makes women feel they can’t speak, for fear of inviting hostility at their most vulnerable moments. It’s true that none of us knows our body well enough to know how we will give birth. But, looking back, I find it utterly insane, not least given my own family history, that one of my biggest worries during labour was “please don’t let anyone get cross with me”. Then again, I don’t think that fear is unrelated to the desire to remain safe.

Birth is not a joke. It is not a place for professional dick-swinging or political one-upmanship. I cannot describe — and, as I am not my mother, cannot fully understand — the shame of feeling that you “let down” your child before they drew their first breath, that they will forever suffer because of it. You watch an entire life unfolding and that feeling is there, every single day. This is the fear of the women in labour who are characterised as either idiots mesmerised by fantasy homebirths or cold-hearted posh ladies who can’t take the pain. If things go wrong, they are the ones who will bear the consequences, reflecting every day on what might have been, if they’d only done more.

When people discuss their siblings, my mind does wander to the one I don’t have, the one who was born safely. Perhaps he would have a job he loved, or one he hated, but in any case a job. Perhaps he would have a partner. Perhaps he would have children, and I would be their aunt. Perhaps we wouldn’t get on, wouldn’t even speak, but he’d have a life of his own. I know he thinks about this too. I wonder if the professionals who presided over his birth have thought about him since.

My third labour was not, by the way, “notoriously difficult”. My third son arrived into the world safe and well. No one can say why him or me, and not my brother. Mothers may long for control over birth, for which we are mocked; but we do not have it, for which we are blamed. Politics still takes precedence over our needs, and the needs of our babies.

#Traumatic births #Doctors not listening to women #There's no such thing as a birthzilla #Women aren't too posh to push #Doctors are so posh they schedule cesareans to accommodate their schedules not the mothers #Furness General Hospital Scandal #This is going to hurt #Keep Adam Kay away from women #Women wanting a say in their births are not acting like they want to control the weather #Nottingham maternity scandal #If the baby suffers during a traumatic birth it's the mother who will providing the care after they come home from the hospital

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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closure ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

“it wasn't right—the way it all went down. looks like you know that now.”

summary: sylvie just wanted to prove that she was good enough for the red bull racing team, but everything that had to do with her history with max seemed to get in the way of her determination— and she made sure that he knew that.

content warning: panic attack (and its triggers), use of explicit language, mentions of absent father figure, j*s verst*ppen 🤢, christian horner, frenemies to lovers (ish), confrontational text messages (max and sylvie), max being oblivious to her mental state, mentions of max’s childhood (not detailed)

note: as someone who struggled to find peace at certain situations, I know what it’s like to struggle in asking for help. please remember that there are people that are more than willing to give you the support that you need.

(i may not be able to update any of the smau works for the next two weeks as i am out of town and i only have my ipad with me. i normally do the layouts on my computer. i’ll try my best!)

enjoy xx

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2016 Spanish GP

If fate worked like this all the time, she might as well jump off the cliff if any of her peers asked for it.

She had been pulled out of her lectures for the week only for her to sit and watch how the racing teams operated. She could only roll her eyes when Christian Horner recommended she should have her presence be known in the paddock and the track as she prepared to work in an F1 team.

Sylvie already knew how everything worked; she was going to be a driver, for fuck’s sake. She had been trained for it. She grew up attending the race weekends because of her father and grandparents. She knew everything now. Hell, she even had Toto Wolff for an in-law (practically). He could just rerun everything to her if she needed to remember.

Christian Horner clearly had a different intention towards her visit. He claimed that she needed to relive the experiences in the garage, the media pit and the hospitality. But she knew the truth.

She had a rapport, her history in the academy was obviously discussed to Christian at some point. How Christian never mentioned anything about her departure from the program to her sister, who now held parts of Red Bull and the other two teams, she never had an answer for. It wasn’t a secret to most. At least to those who were there the day she left.

Tilly was in the Mercedes area, leaving her little sister in the Red Bull hospitality as she listened to nothing. She felt so alone and isolated, her urge to go to Mercedes was overwhelming. But it wasn’t as if she could; Christian had already told her off about her role and position in the company.

It didn’t help that Max Verstappen, donning his number 33 shirt, was in the same building. He was quite adamant on keeping her company but she constantly avoided him, slipping out of his sight as soon as his eyes settled on her.

She found excuses, most of which had something to do with Daniel Ricciardo. The Australian hadn’t minded though, knowing that she felt uncomfortable being around other people especially around Max. Daniel never minded her excuses, instead making up a lie that’s believable to others. Just so she could escape.

Max’s family was there that weekend. Obviously, she knew his mother and Victoria, his sister. Max and Sylvie, the two 18 year olds, were practically soul twins. Born on the same day, grew up together, and had been attached to the hips since the day they could crawl— they were friends, no one just knew what had happened. His mother had always asked Sylvie’s mum about her and how she’d managed to let her friendship with Max dissipate like that. Victoria missed having Sylvie over for tea whenever she visited the Netherlands, asking Max about what he had done to let Sylvie go like that.

Jos Verstappen was a different story. He never liked Sylvie, only holding a certain amount of respect for Julius Hearth and Blanche Ford Hearth. He always wanted Max to be successful at motorsport and this meant that nobody could be as equally good as his son. Not especially when Max’s ability matched Sylvie’s. He always claimed that hanging out with “that girl” will simply distract Max.

Even if he nodded at his father’s direction, Max continued to be friends with Sylvie, spending more time together whenever she and her family would fly and meet with his family.

At the ripe age of 12, Max admitted to her that she’s the closest thing that he had to an imaginary friend. Like he was forced to grow up before he could even walk. She was the one who would pull up the PlayStation whenever he failed to please his father for the tournament of that time. Jos never liked her, but he didn’t know exactly what could’ve made him dislike her. Sylvie didn’t like him, either, because she couldn’t believe that she was the one who’d have to give Max the childhood that he deserved. There are times when she wished she could simply spew out the foulest words and lump him with her own father. Well… she had already considered him a shitty father, and there’s no changing of opinion now.

So for Sylvie to see Jos in the paddock, basically keeping his eye on his son like a pestering hawk? Yeah, she turned away from their direction.

Then another group of people came, the same arrogant smile all over their faces. They taunted her.

She could remember her last week at the academy, when she had enough. These boys questioned her abilities on the track as soon as she started, trying to get her to quit as soon as she could. She didn’t care about them, because whenever they’d race she remained on the top of their level. They hated her because of it. Then on her last day, she was left to be called a name that didn’t even fit her…

“Snake Sylvie!” Matt Bauer was what she called Max’s bitch. He never liked Sylvie and had always wanted to be in Max’s family’s good graces. Alongside him were Max’s two other friends. These three were the same incompetent fucks who never ended in Formula 2. Thus, ending their racing careers early. They were doing fuck knows what these days. Which was quite hilarious, if you were to ask Sylvie, because they were the ones who kept telling Max to “Keep working” or “toughen up and get the first place.”

She couldn’t remember their names when she met them again that weekend, her eyes were already blurry from the tears as she shoved her way through them. “Where are you going?! We’re just going to catch up, babe!”

She didn’t even stop, her feet speeding up as she attempted to wipe her tears away. Her lips let out a stutter of excuse me as she pushed her way into where the Mercedes garage was.

Second free practice didn’t start anytime soon and Sylvie was thankful for that. It, however, never stopped the camera by the engineering station from capturing the sounds of a sobbing girl and an image of her nearly soaked Red Bull shirt as she ran inside. Had she been stronger than this, she wouldn’t have ran to Toto.

As if he knew someone was coming his way, Toto Wolff immediately took his headphones off and turned. His face etched with worry as Sylvie wrapped her arms around his broad figure. She was hysterically sobbing and shaking, her tears almost soaking his white shirt as she kept her head tucked in his chest.

“Can we stop the camera? There’s an obvious situation going on in here and we need a moment,” Sylvie couldn’t hear his voice as it was something more of a rumbling noise. Meanwhile Toto’s stern expression made the cameraman do as he was told. “Hey, schwester, are you okay?”

She was relentless, sobbing as she kept her head down and her arms tightly wrapped around him. She couldn’t speak. Not breathe for that matter. It felt like the last day of the academy all over again. Having no voice felt like she was just as defenseless once more.

“Sylvie, do you want me to take you to your hospitality?” Her bloodshot red eyes, still tearing up, stared into his dark ones as her lips quivered and her head shook left and right. “Do you want your sister?”

Toto knew that the Mercedes hospitality was nearer to the Red Bull area than the Mercedes garage. So for her to go this far just for comfort… something told him that she didn’t want to stress out the pregnant woman and that she needed more than her sister.

He pursed his lips, feeling helpless as he kept an arm around her shoulder as they walked out of the garage. He nodded at his engineers as if he was letting them know about leaving for a moment.

He did his best at comforting her. Rubbed her back, shushing her quietly and gently leading her to the hospitality. People outdoors had gotten a glimpse of her situation and began to speculate, which forced her to hide her face once more as Toto glared at them.

“Come on, schatzi,” inside nobody had batted an eye on her. And instead of speculating, certain people merely looked at the two with concern. What the hell happened, they probably asked themselves.

She was too busy crying and hiding her face away that she hadn’t realized Tilly was already approaching the two. Sylvie didn’t look up until she heard, “What happened, bello?”

“She came to the garage,” Toto said quietly, looking down at his in-law with concern as he said, “she couldn’t say anything because she’s having a hard time breathing.”

“Oh, lovie,” Tilly whispered empathetically, her delicate figure reaching out to hug her little sister, “I’m sorry to hear that. Come, let’s sit down, yes?”

Sylvie could barely think throughout the process of moving from one place to another. They reached the Mercedes motorhome and found themselves in a private room, Sylvie’s lips were swollen and her tear-stained cheeks were red.

She wasn’t even aware that Toto left until his tall figure returned with two bottles of water in his hands. He simply placed it down on the empty table and exchanged looks with his girlfriend. They couldn’t even find a way to help her out of this.

“Listen, Sylvie,” the girl’s sobbing subsided for a moment as Toto said, “I will come back. Okay? I will check and make sure that you’re alright, but I have to go.”

“Yes, go,” Tilly nodded at him, “I’ll be here. Thank you for taking her to me, mon amour.”

“Alright, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Toto murmured as he leaned down and pecked Tilly’s lips. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Tilly smiled ruefully, her eyes trained on her little sister as Toto moved to stand and hug Sylvie. Sylvie could only hug his waist, not wanting to let go but had done so anyway.

“Take some time to breathe, lovie,” Toto said for the last time before he left hesitantly.

Nobody but the two were inside the motorhome, thankfully. Sylvie would be so embarrassed to cry in front of other people— as she had done so ten minutes ago. The silence was interrupted by Sylvie’s sobbing. Tilly couldn’t help but wrap her arm around Sylvie’s shoulders, trying to occupy as much space as a pregnant woman could. God, this was the only thing that she didn’t like about her pregnancy. She wasn’t able to comfort her sisters or anyone as much as she’d like to do.

The model couldn’t even think or try to let out a single word, only crying in her sister’s arms as she listened to her shushing. It didn’t take long until the tears dried up. Her energy drained from crying too much over some fuckers who couldn’t even make it to the podium. Them, and that one person would be able to do that on Sunday.

With exhaustion washing over her, her sniffles turned into something more silent as she shut her eyes. It didn’t take long for Tilly to notice this as she stood up, giving more space to the girl on the couch. “Get some rest, lovie,” Tilly said quietly, brushing Sylvie’s hair away as the girl drifted off to sleep.

She really didn’t like being here in Spain.

—

Argument just outside the motorhome was what had woken her up. It was normal to have frustrated drivers or team principals throw a bitch fit, but hearing an argument was a different story.

Her eyes stung from opening after her post-crying nap, her feet meeting the floor as she popped the lid of the bottle open, her parched body taking in the water that she swallowed.

She liked eavesdropping, she really did. She liked to provide her own input even if it’s not needed— she was nosey and everyone knew that. But what she had gone through just about an hour or so ago made her lose the energy and motivation to be her usual self.

It didn’t stop her from walking closer to the door and listening in to whatever argument was going on.

“She’s here to observe and work, she’s not here to spectate,” that was Christian Horner.

“But she’s not feeling well, Christian, she has to rest,” now that’s her favourite in-law. Not really in-law.

“Look, I get that you’re looking out for her but you have to understand,” Christian hissed, “she’ll be signing with Red Bull as soon as she graduates. I cannot have her working with the team if you’re constantly mollycoddling her just because you’re the closest that she has to a father figure. This is a professional work setting, Toto, and she needs to be disciplined to be a part of it.”

“Disciplined, in what way?” The sternness on Toto’s voice could kill, unless you’re just as stupid as Christian as Sylvie heard a scoff coming out of the Red Bull team principal’s mouth.

“Everybody’s going through tough times,” Christian said, “so what? Most of us are moving along anyways. Don’t treat her like a child and make exemptions. She’s never going to learn how to toughen up from it.”

“Hey!” Another voice rung out as the door opened slightly, making her step back as she heard an exclamation of, “That girl was distressed after she left your area— the place where she’s supposed to feel comfortable working in. It’s not her responsibility to bear the problems that are clearly happening within the area of your control, so don’t you tell us how to accommodate if you can barely take care of it. Alright?”

“Fuckin’ prick,” the door slammed shut as Sylvie’s figure remained frozen, her eyes watching as they met Lewis’ dark ones. He smiled gently and asked, “Hey. Are you feeling better now, sweetheart?”

She didn’t respond for a moment after she heard Toto say, “Just give it a rest. She’ll work on what she has to do, just let it go for now. Speak to Tilly, if you would like.”

“Don’t worry about them,” Lewis pulled her back to the couch and sat with her. He leaned back as he joked, “Lovers’ quarrel is what’s going on between the two.”

She chuckled quietly, unable to keep her facade. The laughter fell eventually as she muttered, “I didn’t mean to create such a scene. I’m sorry.”

“What? Hey, girl, no,” Lewis felt his heart break at her words as he reached and rubbed her shoulder for comfort. “Don’t be sorry for snapping. It’s brave of you to keep it together in the first place.”

“I really didn’t mean to make a big deal out of it,” her voice cracked as she tried not to cry. Thinking about it was exhausting and saddening. “It’s just— there’s—“

“It’s okay, take a deep breath,” Lewis told her softly. She did as she was told. Many would say that it’s a rare thing to happen but Sylvie listened.

“There’s just people,” Sylvie explained quietly, not looking at Lewis as she murmured, “I haven’t seen them for a while and… I felt so uneasy. Like it’s the final nail in the coffin. I didn’t want to make a big deal because it was at Red Bull. Nobody’s in there. Toto, you and Tilly are in Mercedes.”

“Sorry we couldn’t be there,” Lewis told her sympathetically. “But it’s a good idea that you went to the garage as quickly as you did. Now look, even Christian’s facing Toto’s wrath.”

“I don’t want to think about it anymore,” Sylvie whispered shakily, shutting her eyes close as she sighed, “I just want some closure.”

The next few days were dreadful. She hadn’t wanted to go back to England as much as she did that weekend.

The people she never wanted to see were there. The sad part of it was the fact that Max would continue to be a part of her life and job, whether she liked it or not. She’d have to tolerate him, no matter how much shit she had gone through because of him and those people around him. This was the second time she had seen him and felt so angry. It was like her life was a race. It starts out very well, with her at the pole. But then she crashes the moment she tries to take advantage and overtake.

On Sunday, Max landed in P1. Sylvie watched him pop the cork of the Moet out and showered his fellow podium winners with it. The text that she then received and sent spilled everything that had nothing to do with champagne. But rather explained how she ended up leaving the academy after that damn open tournament four years ago.

Max complains a lot, he could admit, but he never felt so guilty as much as he did when he practically berated her through a series of text messages. He always demanded answers to things that he believed had explanations, and he wouldn’t stop until he got it. But sometimes he wished his relentless demands were silenced by his conscience.

He felt extremely guilty and upset. It wasn’t because Sylvie Hearth refused to give in to his demands, but rather because her answers explained her hatred and anger. It wasn’t just any anger. It was an ounce of hatred and a lot of anger directed towards him.

Because really, he was the reason why Sylvie never turned out to be the first woman to become a Formula One driver. She never got the seat in Red Bull Racing and Max had gotten it instead. Now he understood why she would refuse to speak to or look at him as if they were childhood best friends and act like they were strangers.

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httplilyyy · 2 years

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𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x beckham!reader

summary: your brother, brooklyn beckham, just had his first child and whilst visiting him in the hospital you bring leah along. after a small incident occurs you go back to your apartment with leah where the two of you confess unknown feelings

warnings: brief mention of blood and stitches, a typical drunk bloke from london and the occasional swear word

words: 4880

a/n: not really sure where i was going with this fic but it somehow ended up with nearly 5000 words

woso masterlist

There are positives and negatives with your mum and dad being Victoria and David Beckham. Sometimes the negatives outweigh the positives but then again, the positives can outweigh the negatives.

You were the oldest out of all your siblings. Sometimes it's a blessing, sometimes it's a curse. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

Even though you were the oldest, you weren’t the first to do everything. Although you did a lot of things before your siblings there were only a few you didn't do and Brooklyn was the one who managed to do two of them.

One, get married, the other, have a baby.

You were doing media when you had gotten a call from your dad saying that Nicola Peltz, Brooklyns wife and your sister in law, had gone into labour.

“Y/n! Someones calling you.” Katie shouted across the room.

“Cheers, McCabe.” You said as you walked over to her, taking your phone as she handed it to you.

“Hello?” You answered, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Y/n, hey.” The voice on the other end replied.

“Hey, dad.” You smiled, “what's up?”

“Nicola has gone into labour, we’re all heading to the hospital now.”

“No way!” You grinned. “I can't get there at the moment, I've got to do some bits for media.”

“I know, I just wanted to tell you.”

“I can try and come after.”

“Yeah, okay. Only if you can though.”

“Yeah, I’ll only be here for another couple hours I think.”

“Okay, I won't keep you any longer.”

“Alright, I might see you later, if not I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, have fun.”

“Will do, bye.”

“Bye.”

“What's got you all smiley?” Leah asked as she jumped on your back.

“Wouldn't you like to know.” You chuckled as you turned around to face Leah once you felt her slide off you. “Nicola has finally gone into labour.”

“No way!”

“That's what I said.”

“Are you going to see them?” Leah questioned.

“Yeah, do you want to come?”

“I think it should be just family today.”

“Oh come on, you're practically family, I've known you all my life.” You said, exaggerating the word ‘all’.

“I shouldn't.”

“You’re coming, I need moral support.”

“No you dont.” Leah chuckled.

“It's been ages since I held a baby so I need your help.”

“Fine, only if you’re sure it's okay.”

“Promise.”

“Okay, are you going after you finish with media?”

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Oi, you two,” Jen shouted, “stop gazing into eachothers eyes and do some interviews.”

“Shut up, Beattie.” Leah chuckled. “We weren’t gazing into eachothers eyes.”

“You wish though.” Lotte piped up.

“In her dreams.” Leah laughed as she bumped her shoulder into yours.

“Yeah right.” You scoffed with a smile before the two of you joined the rest of the girls.

A couple of hours later and you had finally finished with all the interviews and photos. After gathering all your things you made your way to your car and waited for Leah. The defender wasn't far behind and she put her things on the backseat before joining you in the front.

“Sorry, I was talking to Jords.”

“No problem,” you smiled, “ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

On the outside you seemed fine, well, you hoped so. But on the inside you felt a little green-eyed monster start to grow. You had nothing wrong with Leah and Jordan being friends but you wanted it to stay that way. Just friends. Nothing more.

You don't know why you’ve started to feel that way recently, being jealous, that is. But you just suspected that it was because you were best friends and not because you had feelings for Leah. Definitely not that.

Every time those feelings arose you were just as quick to push them back down, scolding yourself for thinking that way.

“You want the aux?” You asked.

“Yeah, your music taste is awful.”

“Hey! Absolutely not, there is nothing wrong with it.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that.”

“Be nice to me or I'll kick you out onto the road.”

“Okay.” Leah chuckled as she put on her playlist.

Looking in your mirrors you made sure it was safe to reverse out of your spot. You placed your arm around the back of Leah's chair and looked over your shoulder and out of the back window, using one hand on the steering wheel to reverse.

Leah watched you carefully, the way your hand manoeuvred around the steering wheel effortlessly, or the way your turned head showed off your neck intoxicating her with your perfume.

Finally pulling out from your parking spot you made your way to the hospital, completely oblivious to Leah's thoughts running around her head and the way her cheeks flushed every time she looked at you.

“You alright?” You questioned as you noticed Leah was very quiet all of a sudden.

“Yeah, just tired.”

“I can take you home if you want, you don't have to come if you don't want to.”

“No, no, it's fine, I promise.”

“Why don't you try and get a couple minutes of sleep? I'll wake you up when we get there.”

“Yeah, okay.”

It took a little while for Leah to get to sleep especially with the thoughts of you running around her head but once she did you turned the music down and drove a little slower, trying to maximise the time she got asleep.

It was around twenty-five minutes later when you arrived at the hospital and it took you another five minutes to find somewhere to park.

Once you found a space to park you waited a little while for Leah to wake up, but since she didn't wake up on her own you gently shook her awake.

“Leah,” you whispered, “we’re here.”

Groaning, Leah got out of her somewhat comfortable position and looked at you with half closed eyes making you chuckle.

“Morning.” You joked.

“Have you heard anything from your parents or Brooklyn?” Leah asked as she rubbed her eyes, trying to mentally wake herself up.

“Yeah, my dad texted me saying Nicola gave birth around ten minutes ago.”

“What did she have?”

“Let's go find out.” You smiled as you opened your car door and walked over to the passenger side to open Leah's door.

“Thank you.”

As the two of you walked into the hospital you saw a mass amount of people look at you either noticing who you both are or the fact they know who your parents are.

“Ignore them.” You mumble, wrapping an arm around Leah's waist as you spotted a group of men giving the two of you dodgy looks.

You walked up to the front desk and waited till it was your turn.

“How can I help you?” The lady asked at the desk.

“Yeah, hi, we’re here for Brooklyn Beckham.” You said.

“Are you family?”

“Yeah, he’s my brother.”

“Okay, well the lady next to you doesn't look like you.”

“So?”

“She won't be allowed up if she's not family.”

“Alright, she’s my wife, that's family, right?”

“Yeah-”

“Okay, so let us up.” You said, getting a little impatient.

“Hey,” Leah whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder, “calm down.”

“Sorry.”

“You’ll be allowed up but you’ll have to wait till someone can get you.”

“Or-” You started but you were cut off by Leah taking a hold of your hand and intertwining your fingers and speaking up instead.

“Thank you, do you know how long we’ll have to wait?”

“Not too long.”

“Okay, thank you.” Leah smiled as she dragged you away from the lady at the desk and into the waiting room.

“I’ll text my dad asking what room they are in because I cannot be bothered to wait.” You mumbled.

“Just sit down.” Leah said, pushing you into a chair.

“Where are you going to sit?” You asked, looking up at Leah noticing there were no spare chairs.

Looking around her, Leah shrugged before sitting on your lap.

“I’m your wife, right?” Leah smirked, placing an arm around your shoulders, making herself comfortable.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” You grimaced, “I said it so she would let us up.”

“I know, we’ve just got to make it believable now.” Leah whispered as she nodded her head to the lady at the desk who was looking at the two of you intently.

“Alright then, wifey.” You chuckled as you placed your hand on her thigh.

The two of you sat and waited for someone to come down. Whilst you tried to kill some time the two of you were scrolling through instagram on your phone laughing at the occasional post or comment.

About five minutes passed when a doctor came down and called out Brooklyns name signalling for you two to get up. Leah got up first and handed your phone back to you.

You followed the doctor into the elevator and to the room where your brother and his wife were. Going all the way up to the fifth floor and along to one of the very end rooms you were finally ready to see your niece or nephew.

“I’m scared.” You whispered to Leah.

“How come?”

“I haven't held a baby since Harper was born and that was ages ago.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, like what if I drop them or I hold them the wrong way-”

“You won't drop them, you’re going to be fine, I promise. Everyone will be there to help you.”

“Okay.” You said, taking a deep breath in before opening the door and making your way into the room.

As soon as you set eyes on the newest addition to the family, you felt all your worries dissipate. You congratulated Brooklyn and Nicola before you silently asked if you could hold their baby.

“What's their name?” You asked as Brooklyn placed his child in your arms.

“He’s called Charlie.” Nicola smiled, looking very tired and worn out.

“Hey Charlie.” You whispered, looking down at the tiny person in your arms.

You sat down next to Leah and the two of you looked at your nephew in awe.

“I told you, you wouldn't drop them.” Leah said quietly as she leaned her head on your shoulder.

“So far so good.” You joked. “You want to hold him?”

“Can I?” Leah asked as she looked up at you and at Brooklyn, he gave her a gentle nod and you carefully handed Charlie over to her.

Placing your arm around Leah’s waist you look over her shoulder as Charlie held onto your finger with the tiny grip he has.

You’ve never felt more content in all your life and you wished that one day you would have a baby of your own but you’ll leave that to your brother for now.

Snapping back into reality, the sound of Charlie’s cries remind you why you don't want kids as of now.

Leah handed Charlie back to Nicola and went around asking if anyone wanted something to eat or drink.

“I’ll come with you.” You said as you stood up and made your way to the door.

“Stay here.” Leah smiled. “I’ll be fine, you need to spend time with your family.”

“You sure?”

“Promise, if I'm not back in ten minutes then I may be dead.” Leah joked.

“Alright.” You chuckled as you held the door open for Leah. “See if they’ve got any doritos.”

“Will do.” Leah said as she walked down the hall.

“You're in deep.” Cruz said as you sat down beside him.

“What?”

“You like her.” Romeo joined in.

“Of course I do, she’s my best friend.”

“Not like that,” Cruz laughed. “You like like her.”

“Romantically.” Romeo added.

“And how do you two know? You're both practically six.”

“We see the way you look at her.”

“And how do I look at her?”

“Like you're in love.” Brooklyn said.

“Great, you're all ganging up on me.” You groaned, making your way over to harper. “Please tell me you're on my side, harps?”

“You’re in love.” Harper giggled, dragging out the ‘o’ in love.

“I’m not.” You said. “I mean, she's my best friend.”

“Have you seriously not watched a single episode of Friends?” Cruz mumbled.

“What's Friends got to do with me being in love with Leah?”

“Woah, you said it, not me.”

“I didnt-” You stopped yourself. “Oh my god.”

You walked backwards till you sat back down next to Cruz.

“Wait hold on, I still have no idea how my situation relates to friends.”

“Monica and Chandler.” Romeo said.

“But we dont live in New York, we havent had sex in London to then fly back to New York to continue having sex and-”

“Cruz just means you are similar as you are best friends and to hopefully become lovers.”

“That's a shit example.” You mumbled. “Your movie and series trivia needs a little boost.”

“You get what I mean though.” Cruz said.

“What do I do?”

“Tell her your feelings.” Your mum said as she gave you a knowing smile.

“What if it ruins our friendship?”

“It wont, now go find her and tell her.”

“Yeah, okay.” You said, hyping yourself up as you looked back at your brothers before walking to where you saw Leah wander off to.

As you walked through many hallways and turned many corners you finally saw Leah making some coffee, her arms filled with snacks.

You made your way towards her when you noticed a guy from earlier, one of the blokes who gave the two of you horrid looks.

“Come on sweetheart, why don't you-”

“Let's not go there.” You said as you stood beside Leah, gently pushing her so she was behind you.

“It’s just a bit of fun, mate.” The guy said.

You could tell he was drunk from the way he swayed from side to side or the fact he had managed to smuggle a beer bottle into a hospital.

“I’m not your mate, so back up and go back to wherever you were originally.”

“Where's the fun in that? I want to treat the pretty lady to a good time.”

“If you couldn't tell, she doesn’t want to have a ‘good time’ with you as she’ll have a better one with me. So leave.”

“Ballsy, why don't you walk away and leave us alone, huh?”

“Okay, bye.” You said as you placed your hand on the small of Leah's back and led her down the hall.

“That's not what I meant.” The guy shouted as he ran up to you and tried to swing at your head.

“Alright, why don't we just calm down?” You grunted as you ducked and weaved away from the man.

Whilst you were trying to dodge the guy he used his beer bottle and swung his arm haphazardly till it connected to the side of your face.

It felt as if the world was moving in slow motion, you didn't fall down, staying planted in your spot, looking up at the man in front of you.

You felt the blood trickle down the side of your head and you straightened yourself back up. Your right hand touched the cut on the side of your head whilst your left pushed Leah away from the two of you.

Luckily enough, before you could do anything stupid, a couple of security guards came rushing over and tackled the drunk to the floor.

“Are you okay?” Leah rushed out as she dropped everything on the floor and cupped your face in her hands.

“Yeah, are you? He didn't touch you did he?” You asked as you held onto Leah's waist, looking her over to see if she had any injuries herself.

“I’m fine, but you're not. You need to see a doctor.”

“It's just a scratch.” You shrugged.

“Even so, I think you should.”

“Alright, but you're coming with me. I’m not leaving you alone.”

Nodding, Leah took you through the hospital and back to the front desk, on your way a doctor came out of a room and ushered you both to follow her.

Doing as told you were taken into another room where they sat you down on a bed, preparing the equipment needed.

“How did this happen?” The lady asked as she sterilised a needle and thread.

“Some drunk.” You mumbled. “You must have more important people to attend to, you don't need to worry about me.”

“They can wait.”

Whilst the lady stitched your cut back up, Leah held your hand the whole way through. Squeezing it every so often to make sure you were alright.

Once you were finished you asked if Leah could get either Cruz or Romeo. She was reluctant to leave you but nodded nethertheless.

“Before you go to sleep you’ll need to rewrap your bandages as well as clean your stitches.” The doctor said.

“What are the steps?” You asked, having no idea what to do when you get home.

“There's not many, just a couple.”

“Could you write them down?”

“Of course.”

“Here.” You said as you handed her your phone with the notes app open.

Having all the steps down, the lady handed your phone back to you. Unbeknownst to you, Leah was watching the whole interaction from the door with Cruz beside her, giving a knowing look.

Walking back into the room, Leah was followed by Cruz.

“You’ll need someone to stay with, just for the night. They’ll be there if something happens although it's unlikely anything will.” The lady said.

“I can stay with you.” Leah said as she walked over to you in a protective sort of manner, giving the evils to the doctor beside you.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I don't want anything else to happen.”

“Okay.”

“Do you have any more questions?” The doctor asked.

“No, we should be good.” Leah smiled as she helped you up and out of the room, Cruz trailing behind trying not to laugh.

You managed to thank the lady before Leah pulled you down the hallway.

“What did you need me for?” Cruz questioned as he walked beside you.

“I didn't want mum or dad, and especially Harper to see me like this so I was wondering if you could tell them that I was going to go back home?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks. I'll see you soon, yeah?” You said as you gave your brother a hug.

“Definitely.”

“Oh tell Brooklyn and Nicola, I am happy for them.”

“Will do.”

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you too, have a safe drive home.”

Giving Cruz one last hug, you finally started to make your way out the hospital.

“Let me drive.” Leah said as she tried to take your keys from your hand.

“Nope. I'm fine.”

“I'm driving.” Leah stated as she stood in front of the driver’s side door.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You got the keys?”

“No-”

“Then you're not driving, you're not even insured on my car.”

“For Christ sake, y/n. Let me drive.”

“No chance, you want the keys, come get them.” You teased as you held your keys above your head.

Leah jumped up and nearly took a hold of them but you moved your hand out of the way just in time.

Smirking, you walked away from her a little and dangled your keys before putting them down the front of your joggers.

“Y/n!”

“Come get them then.” You chuckled.

“That's gross.”

“Let me drive then.”

“I hate you.” Leah mumbled as she walked over to you, standing right in front of you.

Her fingers traced the elastic of your joggers slipping underneath them slightly.

Thinking she would actually grab the keys made your heart rate speed up and Leah noticed the hitch in your breath and increased breathing.

“In your dreams.” Leah whispered against your ear before pulling away and getting in the passenger side of your car.

“God.” You groaned as you leaned your head back and looked up at the sky, trying to calm yourself down.

Finally sitting in the driver's seat you notice Leah unable to contain her laughter.

“I hate you.”

“Mhm, just drive.”

Doing as told you pulled out of your parking space and made your way back to your apartment.

Leah put on her playlist again and the two of you were singing the songs at the top of your lungs.

Once you finally got back to your apartment you let Leah go in before you and you both made your way to the kitchen.

“Do you want to get take out or do you want to make something?” You asked as you looked through your fridge.

“Take out please.” Leah smiled, hopping onto your kitchen counter.

“Coming right up.” You said as you got your phone out and went on to just eat.

It only took a couple of minutes for the food to arrive and you both were quick to sit down on your sofa and eat the lot.

After you had finished your food the two of you cuddled up on the sofa and put on a movie, mamma mia to be exact.

You both were singing all the songs, trying to recreate them at one point before you both decided that you should head to bed.

“So what did the lady tell you to do with your head?” Leah asked as she followed you into your room and sat down on the edge of your bed whilst you went into your ensuite to get your little first aid kit.

“I don't actually remember.” You replied, looking through your cupboards finally finding what you were looking for.

“Why don’t you just text her?” Leah said as you came back into your bedroom.

“What?”

“You got her number, didnt you?” Leah questioned, her voice coming out more harsh than she intended to.

“No? She just put the steps down on the notes app.”

“Oh.”

“Why? Were you jealous, Williamson?”

“Not at all.” Leah said as she looked down at her lap trying to hide the fact her cheeks were a little red out of embarrassment.

“You so were.” You chuckled. “You love me.”

“Shut up and sit down so I can clean your cut.”

“Yes ma’am.” You mumbled as you leaned back on your bed with your head against the headboard.

Leah sat beside you as she got all of the things ready. Gently, Leah placed her hand underneath your chin making you look up at her so she could have better access to the cut.

“This may hurt a little.” Leah said so quietly it almost came out as a whisper. She poured antiseptic over the wound, your back arching off the bed slightly and she gently pressed you back onto the mattress.

“Stop moving.”

She used a wipe and dabbed the cut cautiously as if she would hurt you any more. Letting out a loud ‘ow’ caused Leah to pull away from you.

You let out a laugh after seeing her reaction making Leah look back at you with a very unimpressed face.

“I’m sorry.” You said as your laughter died down. “You just looked so concentrated.”

“You’re hilarious.” Leah said sarcastically as she went back to cleaning your cut but her little smile didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“It did actually hurt though.”

“I’ll do it again if you’re not careful.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Smiling a little Leah dabbed the cut just a little harder and you let out a pained groan.

“I had too, sorry.” Leah chuckled.

“You enjoying me being in pain?”

“Just a little bit.” Leah smiled as she put away the wipes and looked for another bandage.

“You gonna patch me up Doctor Williamson?” You chuckled as you watched Leah go through the first aid kit.

“Shush.” Leah smiled, finally finding what she was looking for.

Again, you decided to mess around and started to wiggle your head so it was borderline impossible to place a bandage on your head.

“Come on, y/n. You’re not making this easy for me.”

“That's the point, Williamson.”

What you didn’t expect was for Leah to sit in your lap and tilt your head down so you were looking directly into her eyes.

Leah placed the bandage over your cut but still stayed on your lap. Your hands found themselves resting on her hips so she didn’t fall off.

There was a beat of silence between you two but you both didn’t mind it, in fact you relished in it.

“You’re blushing.” You whispered as you looked between Leah’s eyes and lips.

“I’m just a little hot, that's all” Leah whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Leah hummed as she shifted on your lap, looking down.

“Look at me.” You said softly. “Leah, look at me.”

She didn’t listen to you and she kept her gaze on her fingers on her lap, in between the both of you. You moved your right hand from her waist and used it to tilt Leah’s head up to make her look at you.

After a moment of silence, you pressed your lips against hers. The sudden impact had stunned Leah, her breath catching in her throat.

Her eyes were blown wide and she didn’t know what to do with herself. Her brain started to register what was going on and she finally kissed you back, wrapping her hands around your shoulders.

You both sighed contently into the kiss. Easily getting lost in each other’s presence.

Butterflies fluttered all around in your stomach as the kiss went from tender to heated in a matter of seconds.

Leah’s heart was pumping out of her chest at the feel of your lips on hers. Her cheeks were burning and she could feel the joy bubbling up inside her.

She tangled her hands into your hair and you rested one hand on the side of her face whilst the other held her waist.

When the need for air became a problem you slowly pulled away from the kiss and you rested your forehead against Leah’s. Both your breaths in tandem with each other’s.

After calming down a little you both let out small chuckles, not quite believing what just happened.

“There's no one like you, Williamson.” You smiled and Leah felt her cheeks grow a crimson colour.

“I really like you, y/n.” Leah whispered breathlessly.

“I really like you too, more than you can ever imagine.” You said softly.

You cupped her flushed cheek and brushed your thumb over her cheekbone. Leah’s eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into your touch. A small smile adorning her face.

Due to the closeness of the two of you, both your faces barely an inch away from each other, you could see every intricate detail on her face.

You admired her for a little while before you dived back in for a second kiss which had the both of you smiling into.

You ended the kiss, feeling your lungs begging for some air gaining a soft wine of protest from Leah. The two of you looked into eachothers eyes just enjoying the moment you were in.

“Do you want some pyjamas?” You asked as Leah got off your lap and sat beside you.

“Please.” Leah smiled as she watched you get up and rummage around your draws trying to find an old t-shirt and some joggers for Leah to wear.

“Are these okay?” You asked as you held up a white t-shirt and some black Nike joggers you found at the bottom of your draw.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Leah went into your bathroom to get changed and you quickly got changed in your room. You had just about put your top on when Leah opened the door, managing to see your abdomen before the t-shirt fell over it.

Your clothes were a little big on Leah but she didn't mind it as they were comfortable and smelt like you.

“What?” Leah asked softly as she placed her clothes on your dresser.

“Nothing,” you smiled, “you look better in my clothes.”

“How cheesy.”

“Ha ha ha.” You chuckled as you got up and walked into your bathroom with her. Looking through your cupboard once again you found a spare toothbrush and handed it to Leah.

“Here’s your toothbrush ma’am”

“Thank you.” Leah smiled as she took it from you and waited for you to put some toothpaste on it before the two of you cleaned your teeth.

After you both finished up in the bathroom, doing your nightly routines, you walked back into the bedroom.

Dramatically flopping onto your bed with style you got underneath the covers and held your arms out, signalling for Leah to come cuddle up with you.

Leah happily obliged and she got into bed, snuggling up into your side. She rested her head in the crook of your neck, your perfume flooded her senses. Her breath making goosebumps rise all over your skin as she cuddled herself into you more.

Chuckling to yourself you felt Leah smile into your neck once she was finally comfortable.

“Goodnight, love.” You whispered as you gently stroked your hand up and down Leah's back, making small patterns every so often.

“Goodnight.” Leah hummed contently as she soon drifted off to sleep, her hand intertwined with yours. With you following and falling asleep not long after Leah did.

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The Princess Royal’s Official Engagements in September 2023

02/09 The King and Queen, Princess Anne and Sir Tim attended the Braemar Gathering at the Princess Royal and Duke of Fife Memorial Park. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

03/09 (not counted) The King, Queen, Princess Anne, Sir Tim, PM Rishi Sunak and Akshata Murphy attended the Divine Service at Crathie Kirk Church. ⛪️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

06/09 (unofficial) Princess Anne, along with the Prince and Princess of Wales recorded a special episode of the Good, the Bad and the Rugby, with Mike Tindall, James Haskell and Alex Payne at Windsor Castle. 🏉

07/09 As President of the Riding for the Disabled Association, visited Digswell Place Group, Digswell Place Stables, Welwyn Garden City, to mark its 50th Anniversary. 🐎

As President of UK Fashion and Textile Association, visited MAES London Womenswear Manufacturer. 👗

Sir Tim represented Princess Anne at a Service of Thanksgiving for Sir Matthew Farrer (former Solicitor to the Late Queen) at St Magnus-The-Martyr Church in London. ⛪️

As Patron of the South Georgia Heritage Trust Princess Anne and Sir Tim, attended the Return of Sir Ernest Shackleton’s Quest Crow’s Nest Service at All Hallows by the Tower, followed by a Dinner at Trinity House. 🗺️🍽️

08/09 Participated in a Meeting via video link in her role of Chairman of the International Olympic Committee Members Election Commission. 🎥💻

11/09 At Gatcombe Park;

Presented The Princess Royal Award and Royal Dairy Innovation Award. 🏆

Held a Management Team Meeting for the Chaffinch Trust. 💼

Held a Management Team Meeting for Give Them a Sporting Chance. 🏏

12/09 As Patron of the Boston Stump Restoration and Development Appeal, visited completed restoration work at St Botolph's Church in Boston, Lincolnshire. ⛪️

As Patron of Magpas Air Ambulance Capital Campaign, opened a new Air Base at Alconbury Weald. 🚁

As Patron of Maritime UK, attended the London International Shipping Week Tenth Anniversary Reception at Mansion House. 🚢

13/09 In Northern Ireland Princess Anne;

Attended the Department for Business and Trade’s Northern Ireland Business Summit at the International Conference Centre Belfast. 💼

As Patron of the International Sheep Dog Society, lattended the World Sheep Dog Trials at Gill Hall Estate, Dromore. 🐑🐶

Unveiled a Royal British Legion Community Bench in Dromore Square, Dromore. 🌹

Attended the Department for Business and Trade’s Northern Ireland Business Summit Reception at Hillsborough Castle. 👔🇮🇪

14/09 Attended the British Equine Veterinary Association 2023 Congress at the International Convention Centre in Birmingham. 🩺🐴

As Patron of the Butler Trust visited Stonnall Road Approved Premises in Walsall. 🏠

Opened the Firefly Woods at Dorothy House Hospice, Winsley House. She unveiled a firefly dedicated to her late parents. 💡

15/09 As Patron of the Restorative Justice Council, opened the Restorative Justice Council Inaugural Northern Ireland Conference in Belfast, Northern Ireland. 🇮🇪⚖️

As Chancellor of the University of the Highlands and Islands, attended the North, West and Hebrides Annual Graduation Ceremony and Celebration of Success and Achievement at St Peter’s and St Andrew’s Church, Thurso. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🎓

18/09 The Princess Royal, As Guardian of Give Them A Sporting Chance, visited the Rivertime Boat Trust at the River and Rowing Museum in Henley on Thames. 🦽🚣‍♀️

As Patron of the National Transport Trust, attended the Annual Awards Ceremony at Fawley Hill Transport Museum, Henley-on-Thames. 🚂🥇

19/09 Visited the Our Cow Molly icecream parlour and dairy farm at Cliffe House Farm, Dungworth, Sheffield. 🍦🐮

Launched the Ethel Trust Community Barge PEARL at Victoria Quays and attended a Reception at the Quays Hotel Sheffield. 🚤

As Patron of the Royal College of Midwives, visited Doncaster Royal Infirmary Women’s and Children’s Hospital. 👶🤰

20/09 As Patron of Police Treatment Centres, visited the St Andrews Centre in Harrogate. 👮‍♀️

Visited Claro Enterprises Community Workshop, Harrogate, to mark its 30th anniversary. 🎂

Visited Woods of Harrogate Limited Fine Linens Company in Harrogate. 🧖‍♀️

Visited Hollybank Trust Care Centre, in Mirfield, to mark its 70th Anniversary. 🩺

21/09 Visited Jaguar Land Rover Halewood Vehicle Plant to mark the 60th anniversary of its opening in Liverpool. 🚙

As President of the British Olympic Association, attended an Executive Board Meeting in London W1. 💼

22/09 With Sir Tim opened the Aberdeen South Harbour Expansion Project at the Port of Aberdeen. ⛴️

26/09 Held an Investiture ceremony at Windsor Castle. 🎖️

Opened the renovated Old War Office Building, Whitehall in London. 🏢

Attended the Royal Warrant Holders Association’s President’s Reception at Westminster Abbey. 📑🍾

As Patron of Mercy Ships International, attended a 45th Anniversary Dinner onboard The Elizabethan, sailing on the River Thames. 🛥️🍽️

27/09 Held two Investiture ceremonies at Windsor Castle. 🎖️

As President of World Horse Welfare, attended a Reception at Hyde Park Barracks, Knightsbridge, London. 🐎

As Patron of Opportunity International UK, attended a Dinner at Evercore in London. 🌍

28/09 As President of the UK Fashion and Textile Association, attended the Sustainability in UK Textiles Conference at Drapers’ Hall, London. 👗

As Founders’ Patron and President, of the Benenden School & Society, attended the Centenary Global Conference “Inspiring Future Female Leaders”, opened the Seniors’ Courtyard, launched “Benenden 100” Centenary Book and attended the Benenden Society Reception at Benenden School in Kent. 🏫

29/09 Attended the Rededication Service of Southport War Memorial. 🫡

Total official engagements for Anne in July: 47

2023 total so far: 353

Total official engagements accompanied by Tim in July: 5

2023 total so far: 75

#hardest working royal 🫡#no choice but to stanne #this is based on the court circular #september 2023 #and yes i’m doing a separate count for tim too #because i’m rooting for…#operation working royal tim #STILL WAITING CHARLES #not all engagements are on this post #if you want a full list plz dm me #princess anne #princess royal #tim laurence #timothy laurence

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Silver Thread- Epilogue

We've finally made it!

I won't hold you up dive headfirst into this fluffy smut piece and story conclusion my friends.

TW: Fuffffff, Smut, Fluffffyy smut, Loss of Virginity that falls in the realm of genuine love making, Oral (female receiving), Fingering

PSA: Please take a moment to enjoy the artfully crafted mood board I spent weeks creating for no reason at all....please and thank you 😊❤️

Six Weeks Later

Seattle, Washington

The sky was pretty haze of gold, pink, and orange as Terry and Veda sat quietly, cuddled up in the Canlis restaurant’s private dining room, the Cache room. Veda let out a content sigh as she rested her head against Terry’s shoulder, watching the sun start to dip behind the Cascade Mountain range with a dreamy smile on her face. Terry looked down at her with an equally dreamy smile, his blue eyes glittered in the warm candlelight as he reached down to brush a lock of wavy black hair out her face so he could admire her doe like brown eyes.

“Today was so much fun, Romeo, thank you” Veda said softly, craning her neck slightly to look at him with adoring eyes and a beaming smile. Today had been the first date they’d been on since Veda got out of the hospital and Terry had purchased a private estate in Seattle to focus on her recovery. He did most of his Dynatox board meetings over the phone and made taking care of Veda in his new lakeside wooded retreat his top priority while Margaret handled things at the office back in LA. Veda had begun to feel like herself again about two weeks ago and most of her injuries had healed up nicely save for her still very broken arm, a few thin scars, and a sore, but healed shoulder. Though she wasn’t sure how she would’ve been able to make it through the past six weeks without Terry by her side, he kept her together in mind, body, and spirit and she knew without him she’d be lost. Terry felt the same way, seeing how much pain his sweet girl had been in that first week after the gala was agonizing of course put out all the stops he could to make today unforgettable for her. He surprised her with a beautiful breakfast in bed, a giant bouquet of pink flowers, and a relaxing bath before taking her to see all the art museums Seattle had to offer and the aquarium. Terry gently caressed Veda’s bare shoulder with the back of his fingers as he smiled back at her with adoring eyes of his own.

“The days not over yet, I’ve got one more surprise for you my sweet girl” Terry crooned giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead and excitement now swirling in his eyes. He’d been planning this date out for about two weeks now and he couldn’t wait to see how happy this next surprise was going to make her. It still amazed him how the simplest things made her so unbelievably happy and while tonight’s surprise was more on the regular date night agenda, it would still be intimate and meaningful to his angel and that’s all that matter to him. Veda let out a sting of adorable, excited giggles with a bashful blush spreading across her as she peered up at Terry with big eyes. She really couldn’t imagine what else he possibly had in store for her.

“Oh, are we flying back to Victoria tonight?” Veda asked excitedly, though it still baffled her how Terry managed to fit a private, scenic seaplane flight over to Canada into their busy schedule. Veda couldn’t complain though she loved the romantic horse drawn carriage ride they took, strolling through the gorgeous Butchart Gardens, seeing some of Hatley Castle, and holding hands as they walked along the Inner Harbour. Terry’s smile wavered a bit as he shook his head.

“No, I’m sorry they only fly the planes out until dusk. We can take another one up there this week, I promise” Terry said looking genuinely apologetic like he somehow had control over seaplanes or their rules. Veda shushed Terry gently, flashing him a sweet smile before pulling him in for a sweet but very passionate kiss that made their waitress quietly slip back out the door with the bill even though she had just walked in. Veda parted for air to see Terry’s beaming smile reclaim its proper place upon his face.

“Terry that’s okay, you know I’m happy with any surprise you have in store for me regardless, my love. Today has been wonderful and you’re the greatest, prettiest, sweetest most perfect boyfriend in the entire world and you are worth way more than a seaplane flight, baby boy” Veda cooed wholeheartedly, with a sweet smile and a playful wink before she leaned in to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose. Terry raised his eyebrows at her in awe before letting out a deep, hearty chuckle just as their waitress walked back into the room with a small smile on her face.

“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, sweetheart maybe I should carry you to the car, hmm. They don’t have an elevator and you insisted on wearing heels with your dress even though they give you trouble. You don’t have to wear them you know, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I can assure you no one is looking at your shoes, baby girl.” Terry said wholeheartedly, giving Veda a playful wink of his own and a tender kiss on the cheek while she giggled softly under her breath. The waitress awkwardly cleared her throat as she flashed them both a genuine, apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, I hate having to interrupt you guys you’re really so cute together, but I need a signature and I have to watch you do it. Company policy with large bills and what not. So, how long have you guys been married? I’m assuming you’re celebrating an anniversary or a birthday, my fiancé refused to take me here until he proposed…” The waitress said, trying her best not to look annoyed as she thought about her fiancé. Terry silently jotted his name down on the receipt. Veda glanced at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she recalled their very first date a little over three months ago at a roof top restaurant in LA when a waiter asked them the same question.

“We’ve been married for three years now, together for five we met at one of our college football games…” Veda said watching Terry’s ears flare a bright shade of red out of the corner of her eye with an impish grin on her face. Terry shook his to himself as he handed the waitress the bill with a polite smile and flushed cheeks. “He gets a little embarrassed when I bring it up because I met him after he knocked a cooler full of Gatorade all over my cheer uniform while he was dressed as our school mascot, the BC Renegade Knight.” Veda said, trying so hard not laugh as Terry looked at her in disbelief more so that she could come up with absurd stories on a whim.

“Aw that’s such a cute way to meet” the waitress cooed with a soft smile on her face. “I won’t hold you two love birds up with all my nosey ramblings, your Renegade Knight looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. I hope you both have a wonderful evening and thank you for dining with us. You two can hang in here for a bit longer if you want the next reservation isn’t until 8:30” the waitress said giving them a small wave and another soft smile before she left the room, but both Terry and Veda caught the suggestive tone in her voice.

“Veda Noelle, I’m never giving you cocktails and wine at the same time again no matter how big these pretty browns eyes of yours get.” Terry said in a mock stern voice that made Veda giggle cutely as she leaned further against his side. Terry chuckled softly under his breath and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Veda’s temple with amusement and adoration swirling in his eyes.

“Whatever do you mean, I was just telling our nice waitress how I met my knight in silver armor” Veda said sweetly, batting her long eyelashes at him in the innocent way that always made his heart skip a beat.

“You know I love being your knight in silver armor but that was a completely fabricated account of how we met, baby girl. Are you going to come up with a new story every time someone asks how long we’ve been married?” Terry asked her with a raised eyebrow, Veda placed her finger under her chin in an adorable ploy of playful contemplation as she stared up at Terry with an impish glint still nestled in her eyes.

“I didn’t plan on it but if you’re going to get this adorably bashful every time I do it, I think I might. Your ears get so red, my love” Veda cooed, tugging on his ear playfully before nuzzling her nose against his cheek and placing a playful yet adoring kiss on it. Terry chuckled softly at the endearing action before peppering her cheek with adoring kisses of his own.

“We’ve only been together a few months baby girl but if you keep telling people we’re married, I’m going to have no choice but to propose. You can’t come up with a new story every time if I give you a real one that outshines all the ones you think up in this gorgeous little head of yours.” Terry said teasingly and took in the way Veda immediately became adorably bashful herself with loving blue eyes.

“Everything you already do is better than any story I could think up and anything I could dreamed, Terry. I know I said I wasn’t ready to get married yet but I guess I just feel special when other people think I’m good enough to be your wife” Veda said sheepishly, Terry’s eyes softened as Veda wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into the crook of his neck. Veda inhaled Terry’s warm comforting scent and felt Terry wrap his arms around her in the form of a tight embrace.

“Veda baby, you’re more than good enough my sweet girl. You’re perfect, everything I ever dreamed of, and I couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone other than you. Now how about we go see that surprise now, hmm” Terry cooed in her ear in a low soothing voice as he placed comforting kisses in her hair and against her temple. Veda nodded her head in acknowledgment, throwing her legs over his lap and craning her neck to look at him with a dreamy smile on her face. Terry smiled back at her, tucking an arm under her knees, he carefully rose to his feet and walked towards the door. Sharing one of their silent conversations as Terry neared the top of the stairs that would take them down to the main dining room and then the car with content smiles and loving eyes.

“I know we’ve only been together a few months, my love but I kind of feel like we’ve been together forever, is that weird” Veda said just above a whisper, running her small fingers through the ends of his dark curls with a coy smile on her face. Terry’s eyes lit up as he remembered the first time, she spoke those words to him so much had changed since then but what hadn’t changed was the way he felt about Veda.

“Not at all my sweet girl, I feel the same way.”

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Dusk fell on Seattle in pretty hues of pink and blue just as Terry pulled the car down the long-wooded drive of the Seattle estate with a giddy smile on his face. He could the excitement brewing in Veda’s pretty eyes as he shifted the car into park and couldn’t help the soft chuckle he let out as he gazed over at her wandering brown eyes. Veda met his gaze with a coy smile and innocent eyes and Terry knew she was gearing up to interrogate him much like she was going to do the eve of her birthday when he surprised her with a birthday ball. What he planned for them tonight wasn’t nearly as extravagant, but it would be intimate and sometimes it seemed that the small gestures made his sweet girl ten times happier than the grands and that was something Terry hoped would never change.

“I saw Milos and Larry carrying large boxes into the estate before we left, is my surprise a big party? Don’t think I didn’t notice you distracting me with a relaxing bath while you went up to the top floor terrace, Romeo” Veda said in a sing song voice with a fit of cute giggles and an impish glint in her eyes. Terry raised his eyebrow with an amused glint in his eyes and another soft chuckle because Veda really never missed a thing.

“No Veda, your surprise is not a party, I was only on the terrace for ten minutes and you already know I won’t tell you what the surprise is. Sometimes I swear you don’t know what the word surprise means, baby girl.” Terry said teasingly giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose Veda looked up at him innocently as she reached forward to toy with some of his black curls softly.

“It was more than ten minutes I know you were up there before you brought me that beautiful breakfast in bed. Oh, woe is me, why do you torment me so, baby boy” Veda said in mock despair as she threw her head onto Terry’s lap and jutted out her lower lip as she gazed up at him with big brown puppy eyes. Terry smiled down at her adoringly before wrapping his arms around her small form and pulling her upright against his chest so he could capture her in a long passionate kiss that left both of them lightheaded. Veda broke the amorous kiss for air and rested her forehead against Terry’s, the pair fell into one of their intimate silences gazing lovingly into the other’s eyes between gasps for air. A soft smile graced Terry’s lips as he trailed a gentle thumb down the length of one of Veda’s rosy cheeks.

“You’re being exceptionally silly this evening sweetheart, part of your surprise is just over there by the lake. Take these off for me, I want your eyes covered and I don’t need my beautiful girlfriend breaking her other arm” Terry said breathlessly placing a tender kiss on her forehead before reaching over the seat to help her with her shoes. Veda giggled watching Terry help her out of her heels, adoring the giddy smile he flashed her before hopping out of the car and rushing to open her door. Terry scooped Veda off the car seat with ease, gently setting her on the ground he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and flashed her another giddy smile.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, are you ready?” Terry cooed, giving her a tender kiss in the cheek Veda nodded feeling her cheeks tint a bashful shade of pink and flashed Terry a beaming smile as she laced her fingers with the hand he had placed on her waist.

“Yes, my love” Veda cooed with a giddy smile of her own as she stood on her tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Terry beamed at her pulling her one more kiss before laying his large free hand over her eyes and gently guiding her down the path that led towards their private pier. Terry whispered sweet nothings in her ear and occasionally lifted her feet off the ground with ease if he thought something on the stone pathway would cause her even an ounce of pain. Veda felt like she was positively floating the entire walk down and wondered what surprise her Romeo could possibly have in store for her this time though she knew she’s love whatever it was based solely on the fact that Terry gave it to her.

“Alright, stand here for me beautiful but keep your eyes closed just a bit longer for me” Terry cooed as he slowed her to a stop. Veda giggled softly and nodded her head in acknowledgement and kept her eyes closed as promised when she felt Terry’s warm hand fall from her face. She was practically bouncing in excitement as she listened to the sound of the lake’s rippling water, the faint sound of singing songbirds in the trees, and Terry shuffling about wherever it was they were.

“Okay, sweetheart you can open your eyes now” Terry said, Veda bit her lip and fluttered her eyes open to see Terry drop the needle on her record player with an almost sheepish smile on his face as he gazed at her with sparking blue eyes to gage her reaction. Veda let out an audible gasp as she let her eyes take in the rest of their surroundings. The pier was lit up with shimmering gold lanterns and covered in a layer of pink and red rose petals. The soft sound of running water, chirping songbirds, and the delicate notes of Fleetwood Mac’s Songbird filled the air with the sun’s pretty, orange pink farewell washing over the lake’s rippling surface. It had to be one of the most romantic things Terry and done for her to date and Veda couldn’t help the way her heart swelled with joy as her brown doe eyes finally landed on him once more. Terry chuckled softly, admiring yet another one of Veda’s childlike wonder awed expressions with a charming smile and sparkling blue eyes as he extended his hand towards her in a gentlemanly fashion.

“What’s all this for, Romeo?” Veda asked with rosy cheeks and a coy yet dreamy sort of smile as she placed her small hand in Terry’s larger one.

“We never got our dance at the gala, baby girl and for that I’m sorry.” Terry said softly, pulling Veda’s small body as close to him as possible. Veda’s brown eyes became watery as they gazed up at him filled with boundless amounts of love and adoration in the warm glow of the gleaming lanterns and the setting sun. Veda felt more connected to Terry than ever before, more in love with him even and she didn’t think that was possible all she knew is she wanted to be with him in every way possible.

“That wasn’t your fault my love, but this is a very beautiful surprise, thank you” Veda said standing on her tip toes to capture him in another passionate kiss that left both of their hearts fluttering. They stayed like this for what felt like forever completely intertwined, so in tune with each other, neither of them was sure where they ended and where the other began. Gazing deeply into each other’s eyes with soft smiles as they in the form of a gentle sway to the rhythm of the music until the sun finally dipped beyond the horizon and nightfall overtook them.

“Shall we go see the second part of your surprise?” Terry asked softly, breaking the intimate silence that had fell between them with a playful kiss on the tip of Veda’s nose. Veda looked at him in disbelief as she let out a cute string of giggles.

“What do you mean second part of the surprise, Terry, this was more than enough. We’ve done so many amazing things today you don’t need to give me anything else” Veda said in a firm but playful tone as she wrapped her arms around Terry’s neck.

“You already know you can’t talk me out of spoiling you, my sweet girl and it’s more along the lines of another romantic gesture versus a tangible gift but I hope you’ll like it all the same” Terry chuckled scooping her into his arms and making his way up the cobblestone steps towards the estate with a grin spread across his face.

“I love everything you do for me Terry, you know that. I love you” Veda cooed nuzzling her face into his neck with a content smile on her face as a Terry placed a few soft kisses into her hair. She already knew how they’d be ending the night whether Terry was prepared for her to throw herself at him or not. They had only talked about sex a handful of times since the events of July 6th, Veda was sure she was more than ready, but Terry wanted her to be fully recovered before they finally took this step together. Technically her arm was still broken but all the other more important injuries both mental and physical had healed up just fine the swelling went down a few weeks ago so her promise ring fit on her left ring finger normally again, and it was all because of Terry. Veda couldn’t fathom giving her virginity to anyone that loved her any less than he did and that was why she was going to do whatever it took tonight to get Terry to let up on his adorable overprotective nature just a bit.

“Here we go, pretty girl” Terry crooned, setting Veda down in front of him so he could push the large front door to the estate open to reveal the front entrance and staircase railings littered with hordes of pink flowers. Much like he had filled Kennedy Cottage for her the better half of that intimate fourth of July weekend they shared at the San Ysidro Ranch. Veda felt her eyes grow watery again as Terry wrapped his arms around her waist and peppered the side of her face with kisses.

“Don’t cry baby girl, I still have to show you the terrace” Terry cooed reassuringly, Veda flashed him a reassuring smile as she turned around in his arms to pepper his face with kisses of her own while she ran her fingers through the ends of his dark curls. Terry let out a content sigh as Veda pulled back to gaze into his eyes with a coy smile on her face.

“I’m just so happy, please show me the terrace my love” Veda said batting her eyes at him coyly already falling into her ploy of the innocent temptress. Terry looked at her with amusement swirling in his sparkling eyes though he already had a general idea of what thoughts were running through his sweet girl’s head. Terry found it adorable Veda still thought he couldn’t pick up on when she was trying to seduce him coyly or when she was so obviously getting horny for him. Terry stifled a chuckle as he lifted Veda off the ground ever so slightly and whisked her toward the staircase at a quick, playful pace.

“Yes, my princess right away, my princess” Terry said teasingly, Veda giggled tightening her hold around Terry’s neck as he bounded up the stairs giving her playful kisses on her cheek and nose with every step he took. By the time he reached the top floor terrace Veda had tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard and Terry couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“What do you think about cuddling under the stars tonight, hmm. I’ll light a fire and you slip into something more comfortable” Terry said wiping away a few of her stray tears with a thumb and a big grin on his face. Veda grinned at him nodding her head eagerly in response and placing a soft peck on his lips.

“That sounds wonderful, Terry. Do you want me to get some blankets and pillows from the closet for us?” Veda asked sweetly, still playing with the ends of his hair in the same comforting manner she always did. Terry shook his head and finally took a step out onto the terrace so Veda could see what he had spent the morning setting up for them to enjoy this evening. Terry watched her pretty brown eyes sweep over the bundles of brightly colored pillows, blankets, pink flowers, and lanterns with such a pure form of joy it made his heart flutter and swell with pride knowing that he had been the one to put it there.

“Oh, Terry” Veda said softly, seeming to be at a loss for words as she finally met his gaze though she really didn’t have to say anything because Terry already knew. Terry’s eyes softened as he set Veda back on her feet gently.

“I know baby girl, why don’t you put on those comfy clothes while I start the fire, hmm” Terry said giving her a tender kiss on the forehead, Veda nodded giving him a sheepish smile before retreating into the house though the impish glint in her brown eyes wasn’t lost on Terry. He watched her pink dress disappear through the doorway and just knew he was in for a long night that would surely result in Veda getting exactly what she wanted because she really did have him wrapped around her little finger. Terry chuckled to himself as he lit a match and got to work on lighting the fire and turning on some more of his sweet girl’s favorite band on the boombox.

Meanwhile, Veda was down the hall tearing through her still half-packed suitcase in the master closet. An impish grin spread across her face as her fingers grasped the delicate fabric of what she’d been searching for. Veda giggled triumphantly to herself as she somehow managed to slip the delicate silky fabric under the beautiful but snug pink flower gown Terry had gifted her just this morning without having to unzip it. Which was perfect for the coy little seductive ploy she had in store for him. Veda couldn’t tell if it was simply her desire to have Terry and be with him completely at this very moment that was fueling her or if it was more the fact that Terry Silver had found the heart to tell her no for the first-time mere weeks ago…either way it just wouldn’t do. Even if it was coming from a genuine place of love and concern Veda had every intention of remedying what she deemed a rather silly hill to die on.

Veda bit her lip as she tipped toed down the hall and back onto the terrace to find Terry leaning against the balcony rail with his head gazing up at the stars. Veda couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful he looked for once and found herself thinking of the night they shared at the Beverly Willshire on her birthday. When she found him in much of the same position staring out the window at the starry LA skyline in deep thought, she never did find out what he was thinking about that night. Veda crept further out onto the terrace and found herself wrapping her arms around his torso from behind the same way she had done back then taking a deep inhale of his comforting scent as she rested her cheek against his spine. She felt Terry place his large hand on top of her cast arm, gingerly drawing patterns on the back of her hand with his thumb.

“What are you thinking about?” Veda asked softly, Terry made a soft ‘hmm’ as he turned around to face her with a soft smile and blue eyes that glittered in the warm glow of the crackling fire and glowing lanterns. Terry gently held her cast arm hand against his chest and reached out to draw more gently patterns on the side of her cheek.

“Just about you, my beautiful angel” he cooed placing a tender kiss on her forehead before taking in her appearance with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “I thought you were changing into a comfy pajama set for me” Terry said in a slightly teasing tone as he let his hand fall to her bare shoulder. Veda smiled up at him innocently gazing up at him with the big eyes.

“I was trying to, but my zipper is stuck could you help me, please?” Veda asked coyly batting her lashes at him, Terry nodded his head in acknowledgment with a deep chuckle as he caught the impish glint nestled in her big doe eyes once more. Terry watched Veda pointedly nibble on her lip while her small fingers started toying with the ends of his.

“Hmm, it’s stuck huh. Let’s see what I can do sweetheart” Terry said, purposely dragging his long fingers over her bare shoulder in a teasing manner until small goosebumps formed on her tanned skin. Veda inhaled sharply and took a quick step forward leaving only enough space not to pinch her rough cast between them and rest her cheek against his chest to gaze up at him the way she always did. Terry let out another soft, breathy chuckle at how she somehow managed to be enticing and adorable all at the same time.

“Are you sure it’s stuck baby, it looks okay from up here” Terry said in a soft teasing tone as he finally let his fingers settle on the small zipper of her dress. He could see some delicate white fabric just peeking out over one of her small shoulder blades and knew his sweet girl was finally gearing up to talk him out of his “no sex until you’re fully healed” rule. Terry was honestly surprised she hadn’t thought of playing innocent temptress sooner, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t really enjoying seeing her this way for him. Veda bit her lip and nodded at him with big eyes.

“Yes, please help me Terry” Veda said in a soft, sultry tone that had Terry biting back a moan as he felt his cock twitch against his thigh. Terry let out a pleased sounding hum and leaned down to place gentle kisses on her shoulder before unzipping her dress at a slow pace, finding that he wanted to cherish every bit of this moment if she’d allow it. Terry watched the back of the dress fall open seemingly in slow motion but didn’t allow himself to look for too long.

“I don’t know baby that opened up pretty easily for me” Terry said nonchalantly meeting her gaze with amused blue eyes watching as an endearing pink blush spread across her pretty cheeks. Veda bit her lip taking a teasing step away from him so the pink dress and all it’s cascading roses would fall to the ground, pooling at her feet to reveal a delicate white babydoll with pink and green floral detailing on the bodice. Terry swore he felt his heart melt as he registered that the babydoll in question was the first one he picked off the rack on their shopping trip for her birthday. Terry stared at her for a long moment, admiring her and all her beauty in the warm glow of the fire and couldn’t fathom how something that beautiful was real or what he had done to deserve someone like Veda.

“You said to wear it when I was ready” Veda said softly with a coy smile on her face as she reached down to throw the gown over one of the terrace chairs. “It’s too pretty to be on the ground like that” she muttered more to herself than him, but Terry couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched her fold the gown neatly before approaching him with a sultry glint in her eyes that Terry still found incredibly endearing for some reason.

“I thought we agreed to wait until your arm wasn’t broken, sweetheart.” Terry said with an amused grin watching as Veda immediately started trying to undo the buttons on his black dress shirt with her small hands.

“What broken arm, I don’t see one.” Veda said batting her eyes at him coquettishly as she shifted her broken arm under his blazer with an innocent smile on her face. Terry chuckled rolling his eyes at her playfully.

“Oh, you know the one you’re trying to hide under my blazer right now. The one you took pain killers for two times today, baby. I think you can take some more now if you need it,” Terry cooed, gently pulling her arm from under his blazer with concern nestled in his eyes at the fact that most of her skin around the cast was still bruised but at least her promise ring fit on her finger again.

“Well, then distract me from the pain, my love. I just want to be yours and I want you to be mine” Veda said softy, Terry’s eyes softened as he reached out to stroke soft, reassuring patterns on her cheek and maintained her gaze with devotion nestled in his orbs.

“Veda baby, I am, you are. You’re my sweet girl. I’m yours…” Terry said wholeheartedly, as he reached forward to cradle her face in his hands and draw soothing circles on her cheeks. Veda gazed back at him with a slight pout on her plump lips, cutely furrowed brows, and the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes she could muster.

“Then show me Terry” Veda whispered in a low seductive tone her small hands fisted the lapels of his blazer sharply and with one swift tug, she captured Terry in a passionate kiss that left him breathless. Terry moaned into the kiss and moved to pull her flush against his chest once more, but Veda broke the kiss before he had the chance. Veda bit back a smug smirk as she stared back at a now very flustered Terry with a triumphant glint in her eyes. Terry bit back a smile of his own as he stared back at her in awed admiration.

“That was a little mean don’t you think, baby girl” Terry said with a playful pout on his face and a faint glint of hunger in his blue eyes. Veda innocently batted her eyes at him still biting down on her lip as she back walked to take a seat on the mound of brightly colored pillows, blankets, and pink flowers. Terry found she looked even more ethereal than usual surrounded by flowers all dressed up in a white, very innocent looking babydoll with the crackling fire casting a romantic golden glow on her tanned skin and lit up her big brown eyes.

“Come here baby boy” Veda cooed, beckoning him to her with a small finger in a way that reminded him of their morning rituals in the Dynatox elevators a time when he only dreamt of her being like this for him. Terry couldn’t help but want to savor every second of it if tonight was the night Veda was going to be his completely, he wanted to engrain every expression on her face, every sound she made, and every touch they shared in his mind forever. Terry shrugged off his blazer and tossed it next to her neatly folded gown on the chair before stalking over to take a seat next to her on the makeshift bed he had crafted just this morning with a soft smile on his face. He reached up to stroke her cheek as he gazed deeply into her eyes once more and trailed his free hand over the rough exterior of the cast on her left arm gingerly watching the way her promise ring glittered in the fire light.

“Is it bothering you right now?” Terry asked in a soft but serious tone because he still had an overwhelming urge for her to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible. He still had every intention of being as gentle with his sweet girl as he could. Of course, he had promised to make her first time special and while Seattle was a far cry from Paris, he couldn’t deny every second of today had been just as blissfully perfect for him as it had been for her.

“It doesn’t hurt too bad right now and my arm doesn’t affect my legs anyway, Terrence” Veda said in a distant but familiar saucy tone that had Terry’s heart fluttering and a blush spreading across his cheeks. Veda stared up at him with a small coy smile and one of the most impish glints, Terry had ever seen in those pretty brown doe eyes.

“Terrence” Terry said with a soft chuckle Terry stared back at her in disbelief, finding it hard to believe there was a time when he found her bratty proclivities any less bewitching and sensual than they actually were. “I just want you to be sure, sweetheart” Terry crooned in a sincere tone, Veda’s coy smile softened into one of her reassuring ones and she leaned forward to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything, Terry” Veda crooned with sincere brown eyes, Terry didn’t hesitate and pulled her into a kiss that managed to be loving, intimate, and deeply passionate all at the same time. Veda moaned into the kiss and tangled her fingers into the ends of Terry’s soft black curls and found herself trying to free them from their confines instinctively. She felt Terry chuckle softly against her before letting her up for air with a teasing smile on his face.

“Okay baby girl” Terry cooed breathlessly turning his head for her a bit so she could undo his ponytail with more ease before returning the sentiment. Terry bowed down, placing kisses on Veda’s shoulder as his hands gingerly took out all the pins holding her thick black waves in place at the top of her head. Terry leaned back to watch her dark waves cascade down her back and around her face in a way that made her appear even more heavenly than she already did to him. Veda let out a content sigh feeling Terry’s long fingers tangle in her hair gently and found herself running her hands through Terry’s soft hair a few times in reply each pass they made only made their desire for the other intensify. Terry resumed trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses and teasing nibbles along Veda’s neck and shoulder in a way that had her letting out a moan and pressing her chest against his. Terry smiled against the fresh love bite forming on her neck and soothed the tender spot with his tongue with one hand still tangled in her hair and his other trailing up her soft, bare thigh.

“Stop teasing me, Terry” Veda whined with a slight saucy edge in her tone as her small hand tugged on his hair playfully. Terry withdrew his face from her neck, looking up at her with an amused glint in his eyes and a small smirk as he stopped his hand just under her delicate white skirt and gave her thigh a soft, playful pinch that made her clamp her thighs together. Veda pouted at him narrowing her eyes at him in playful warning with a dusty blush spreading across her cheeks as she toyed with the buttons on his shirt with her promise ring still glittering.

“I’m not teasing you sweetheart; I just really need you warmed me tonight okay. I want you to feel good” Terry crooned, helping her unbutton his shirt with a very happy looking smile on his face before gently urging her to lay upon the mound of pillows as he shrugged off the black fabric and let it pool somewhere in the cozy heap. Veda felt her heartrate pick up a bit in anticipation as she laid back on the heap of pillows and gazed up at Terry. She could feel him run his fingers from her face to her shoulder and down the length of her arms in feather light touches. That made her clit throb for some attention but in that moment, Veda found that she couldn’t take her eyes off Terry’s even as breathless and downright horny as she was for him right now. Terry looked down at her with soft blue eyes before lying by her side the same way he’d done all those nights ago at the Beverly Wilshire with one of his hands stroking her dark hair.

“Are you comfortable, baby?” Terry asked giving her a tender kiss on the forehead, Veda nodded flashing him a breathless, reassuring smile and reached out to play with his loose curls softly.

“Yes, I’m always comfortable with you Terry don’t worry. I love you now, please touch me” Veda said giving Terry a kiss on the temple that made his heart flutter, and his blue eyes soften even more than either of them thought was possible. Terry let out a pleased hum and captured her in a kiss filled with so much love and devotion Veda felt like she was flying. They parted for air and stared at each other with soft, content smiles and loving eyes.

“I love you so much Veda, you’re so cute when you’re demanding, sweetheart. Don’t worry I’m going to take good care of you and your pretty little pussy.” Terry purred, gently popping one of her ample breasts out of the innocent looking babydoll with a teasing smile that had Veda flushing a bright shade of red and her clit throbbing eagerly. Veda moaned maintaining Terry’s intense gaze as he closed his mouth around her nipple, sucking and teasing it in the way they both enjoyed. Terry gave her other ample breast the same treatment and listened to the soft symphony of cries and moans that fell from her plump lips while he stared deeply into her brown eyes. Veda stared back at him with dazed loving eyes.

“You know I love this, my love but I’d really love it if we could move a bit faster” Veda breathed out loosening her grasp on his curls to run her fingers through them instead with a coy smile. Terry unlatched his mouth from her nipple and leaned up to give her a soft peek on the lips with a coy smile of his own and a breathy chuckle as he finally moved his hands under the skirt of the delicate white babydoll.

“It’s not my fault you’re so gorgeous, Veda. I can’t help but want to savor you, I’ve wanted this for such a long time, I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you my sweet girl.” Terry cooed, running his fingers over the soft flushed skin of her toned waist gingerly but his blue eyes stayed trained on hers as she gifted him with a pretty moan and needy brown eyes filled with lust. Terry had dreamt of this moment since the day she walked into his office nearly seven months ago and now that it was finally unfolding in front of him, he couldn’t help but want to take his time. Veda pulled him into another sweet kiss before resting her forehead against his and running her left hand down the length of his cheek softly.

“I want you too Terry, so please” Veda whispered gazing at him with big doe eyes that made Terry’s heart feel like it might burst. Terry let out one of his pleased rumbles and nodded his head pushing up the delicate white fabric of her babydoll. Terry took a moment to pepper Veda’s face with hundreds of feather-like kisses that made both of their hearts swell with the purest form of love and devotion either of them had ever felt. Terry cooed her with praise and reassuring words as he trailed hot opened mouthed kisses down her throat, across her breasts, and down her stomach holding her gaze as he stopped his path just above her panties. Veda nodded giving him a breathless noise of approval in reply to the silent question his blue eyes were asking her in the warm glow of the fire. She watched Terry place a few gentle kisses on her hips before hooking his fingers in the waistband of her matching white floral panties and tugging them down the length of her tanned legs. Veda pulled her knees up to her chest so he wouldn’t stray too far away from her, Terry chuckled as Veda flashed him a bashful looking smile.

“You’re so cute, sweetheart” Terry said leaning down to place a few tender kisses on the thin red and white scars the broken window had left on her knees those weeks ago. Veda reached down to run her fingers through his dark curls and sat up to give him a soft peek on the temple once more.

“I just want you close to me” she crooned; Terry’s eyes softened as they looked at her adoringly and he let his hand trail back up her thigh nestling it just against her slick folds. Veda let out a breathy moan opening up her legs for him instantaneously.

“I know baby, I just have to make sure you’re wet and relaxed enough for me okay. You want to cum for me” Terry cooed, Veda nodded laying back down on the cozy pile of pillows and blankets with a sultry moan, an act of submission that made Terry’s cock twitch against his thigh eagerly.

“You’re such a good girl, so perfect for me” Terry praised her adoringly, as he slid a finger along her folds. “Your pretty pussy is so wet for me already baby” Terry groaned taking in just how wet her tight, pretty heat was for him already with borderline lecherous blue eyes. Veda let out another sultry moan at his tastefully raunchy praise, she always wondered how Terry had the power to put her right on the edge of an orgasm without even really touching her. Terry knew she was close already and wondered how many times she’d come undone for him before he finally made her his.

“Terry” Veda moaned gazing down at him with lust filled eyes as she absent-mindedly toyed with one of her nipples. Terry moaned placing a few soft kisses on her inner thigh as he watched her small fingers roll the hard tip in a way that came off so innocent to him.

“Oh Veda, you’re driving me crazy right now. You’re so beautiful keep doing that for me hmm” Terry crooned, still toying with her wet folds with one hand, his other reached up to give her other nipple the same attention before he let his tongue taste her sweet heat with a loud moan of his own. Veda let out a soft cry as Terry lapped over her swollen bud and thrust his tongue inside of her heat getting her as wet for him as humanly. Before he allowed himself to slide a finger inside of her tight entrance, gingerly stretching her out with one finger and then two, pumping and angling them inside of her until her moans were echoing out into the starry Seattle night sky. Terry made a pleased hum against her sweet folds as his blue eyes took in every expression that washed over her pretty face. She could be as loud as she wanted for as long as she wished here their nearest neighbor was a good couple of miles up the road.

“Can you take one more finger for me, sweetheart” Terry asked softly, pausing his laps to give her a few more kisses on her now trembling thighs and trailed them back up her stomach. Veda made a breathless noise of approval and nodded her head at him frantically gazing at him with big eyes. Normally Terry would urge her to use her words but the way her brown eyes were pleading for him to keep going was more than enough for him right now. Terry carefully slid a third finger inside of her for the first time ever and paused for a second to search for any hint of discomfort before using his thumb making quick circles over her clit.

Veda moaned feeling the familiar bubbly warm sensation of pressure building up deep inside of her before it bubbled over, and she let out loud shriek of ecstasy, she swore her walls were clenching more vigorously around Terry’s fingers than they ever had before. Terry moaned, savoring the feel of her tight heat clenching around his fingers rapidly and kept them inside of her. Even as he snaked an arm under her back and pulled Veda’s trembling dazed body into his chest. Terry whispered sweet nothings in her ear and placed tender kisses on her shoulder as he worked her through her orgasm. Veda took a while to come back to her senses but when she did, she found it in her to lean up and pepper Terry’s face with kisses of her own before gazing up at him with a dreamy smile on her face. Terry smiled back at her softly, still circling her clit with his thumb lightly as his eyes looked deeply into hers searching for a tell.

“Do you want to stop?” Terry asked softly, Veda shook her head flashing him a reassuring smile and looking at him with sincere brown eyes.

“No, I want to keep going, I want to feel you inside” Veda whispered running her hand down the length of Terry’s face. Terry leaned into her touch gazing deeply into her eyes and gently removed his fingers from her tight, wet heat to undo his dress slacks and slide them and his boxers down the length of his legs in one quick movement. Terry reached out and grasped the delicate white fabric of the babydoll with a soft smile on his face. Veda mirrored his expression as put her arms up and let Terry gently tug the silky dress over her head and lay it gently on the ground in a way that managed to be sensual and romantic at the same time. Terry sat for a long while gently caressing her soft skin with the pads of his fingers, admiring the way the moonlight and the crackling warm firelight seemed to illuminate her in a blanket of silver and gold just for him. Veda ran her fingers along the back of Terry’s shoulders and down the length of his toned chest delicately and gazed at him with rosy cheek feeling equal amounts loved and dizzy as he finally kissed her with a tender passion, she didn’t know was possible.

“Can I lay you down my gorgeous girl” Terry breathed out, breaking the kiss so they both could breathe he busied himself with running his hands through her soft hair as he placed soft kisses on her cheek and lips. Veda nodded mirroring his kisses and running her hands through his dark curls she let Terry softly lay her back on top of the mound of plush pillows another gentle act of submission that made his heart and cock flutter. Terry settled himself between her legs, looking down at her with unadulterated love and devotion as he slid a long finger between her pretty folds, making sure she was still as prepped for him as she could be. Veda stared up at him as a soft moan escaped her lips at the feel of his thumb making quick circles over her clit and the warm sensation of another climax on the horizon.

“Are you still okay” Terry asked, giving her more tender kisses on her forehead then she could count. Veda nodded she still wanted it and him more than anything, but she couldn’t help the way she tensed when his thick head brushed against her entrance. Sometimes she forgot how big he actually was even with their devoted hours of worshipping each other, she still struggled to get most of him in her mouth.

“I’ll be gentle, I’ve got you sweetheart, always…remember” Terry whispered, untangling her left hand from his hair he laced his fingers with hers and let his long fingers play with her promise ring as a gentle reminder that he was in this whether she decided she was ready for this or not. Terry heard a couple shaky breaths escape Veda’s lips and leaned down to rest his forehead against hers waiting for her to give him some semblance of consent though he was keen to let her take all night if she had to. Veda let out a content sigh as she felt her nerves slowly dissipate and her breathing return back to normal.

“I’m ready my love, keep going” Veda whispered tangling her right hand in his hair she looked up at Terry with loving brown eyes. Terry let out a content sigh of his own, he gingerly kissed her injured arm before he carefully placed it beside her head with their fingers still delicately intertwined and their foreheads still pressed together. Terry positioned himself at her entrance once more and slowly pushed forward still gazing deeply into her eyes. Veda gasped feeling his thick head and shaft make its way inside of her for the first time slowly, with a more intense burning sensation and a dull pain than she was expecting. Terry kept his eyes trained on Veda’s face, watching as she shut her eyes sharply and tensed beneath him with a soft cry, squeezing his hand as tight as she could with a cast in the way. Terry paid very little mind to the way the cast’s rough exterior dug into the palm of his hand, he halted his surge forward and rushed to soothe her when caught a glimpse of a few tears escaping the corners of her eyes.

“You hold on as long as need, baby, it’s okay. I know this is a lot to take but you’re doing so well, my sweet girl” Terry cooed her reassuringly, taking a moment to gingerly wipe and kiss the stray tears from her cheeks. Veda relaxed at the tender action, fluttering her eyes open to look at him as a silent signal to keep going. “Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart” Terry coaxed softly, watching Veda do her best to breath as he pushed the rest of his length inside of her tight heat for the first time. A soft whimper escaped Veda’s lips as Terry entered her fully, stretching her out in way that made her feel so full, so breathless, and somehow so complete all at the same time. Terry let out a soft moan as he felt her walls flutter around his cock so perfectly, he felt a bit dazed as he reached down rub her clit in tender circles with his thumb and peppered her face with adoring kisses.

“You did such a good job, you’re such a good girl” Terry praised her accenting every word with an adoring kiss on her face and another pass over her clit. Veda let out a breathy moan as her walls relaxed around Terry’s cock and the dull pain of taking his big shaft for the first time died down enough for her to test out moving her hips. Terry couldn’t help the content smile that spread across his face as he watched the discomfort on Veda’s face fade away. Finding that he’d be keen to let her just experiment forever if it meant her looking up at him this serene.

“Do you want more sweetheart?” Terry asked giving her a few gentle kisses on the cheek, Veda nodded still clutching his hand in hers and she ran her fingers through his hair with a small smile on her lips. “Use your words for me baby, tell me what you want” Terry said in a soft teasing tone watching as an adorable blush spread across her cheeks.

“Please Terry, I want to feel you” Veda sighed, Terry let out a please hum that turned into a deep moan as he pulled himself out of her tight heat halfway before thrusting back into her slowly. Not wanting to overwhelm her with too much too fast he sets a slow, deep pace only increasing the lengths of his pumps when Veda gifts him with a string of unrestrained moans and cries. Veda dug her nails into the back of Terry’s neck as he rutted in and out of her heat at a slow but pleasurable rate still rubbing her clit with his thumb and giving her sweet kisses along her collarbone. Somehow managing to hold her gaze all the while, he watched her every move with adoring blue eyes and maintained his controlled thrusts even as a string of cooed praises and uninhibited moans and groans of his own filled the air.

“You feel so good, Veda” Terry purred, capturing her in another tender passionate kiss that had Veda letting out a muffled, sultry moan into his mouth. She could feel the warm bubbly sensation of her second orgasm building inside of her far too quickly for her liking. Terry felt it too, he quickened the pace of the circles he was making on her clit and broke their kiss to gaze deeply into her eyes again.

“Don’t hold it in baby girl, I want to feel your pretty little pussy cum for me” Terry crooned thrusting into her tight heat again as he placed a reassuring kiss on her check. Veda moaned holding his gaze as she started matching his slow thrusts with her hips and running her fingers along the length of his cheek lightly.

“Oh, Terry I want to feel you cum for me too” Veda whispered staring up at him with big, needy brown eyes that were filled with adoration in its purest form. Terry leaned into the palm of her hand for a moment, his blue eyes asking her a silent question in the warm golden glow of the fire. Veda flashed him a reassuring smile as if she read his mind, sometimes they both swore they really could.

“Go ahead, my love you’re not hurting me. I love you so much” Veda cooed leaning forward to pepper his face with kisses that made Terry’s heart feel like it might burst. Terry let out a pleased sounding murmur, pulling Veda in for a sweet kiss before gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts and resumed his quick circles on her swollen bud while he stared deeply into her eyes. Veda let out another sultry moan as she felt her climax rebuilding itself in her core at the new speed of Terry’s deep thrusts and wondered how Terry was still managing to be so gentle with her. Terry laid a few sweet kisses on Veda’s cheek watching her intently as he felt his own climax brewing.

"I love you too, my sweet girl" Terry cooed as his thrusts inside of her became more erratic as he felt Veda dig her nails into the back of his neck and gift him with a pretty moan of his name as she gazed up at him through dazed eyes. Terry groaned at the sound and frantically rubbed her swollen sensitive bud with adoration swirling in his eyes.

"You make me so happy, let me feel you my good girl" Terry coxed gently. Veda cried out Terry's name loud enough for it to echo into the starry night sky as the pressure building within her core finally bubbled over and her second orgasm crashed in on her even more intensely than first one.

"That's my good girl, that's my Veda" Terry grunted, coming undone at the feel Veda's tight walls clenching and fluttering around his cock even more vigorously than they had around his fingers. Their shared moans of ecstasy melded together as Terry's warm load nestled deep inside Veda's tight, fluttering heat. Both of them felt strangely whole as they gazed at each other still completely intertwined on a pile of cascading blankets and plush pillows. Terry took a moment to catch his breath before rushing to tend to a trembling Veda. Still a bit dazed as aftershocks racked through her small body. Veda still managed to give Terry a shy smile and reached out towards him big brown doe eyes. Terry beamed down at her reassuringly as he snaked his arms under her shaky form carefully.

"I've got you Veda, sweetheart does anything hurt? How's your arm" Terry cooed pulling her into his chest and placing tender kisses in her hair. He trailed his hands down her back and arms in the form of soothing circles.

"Nothing hurts, Romeo my arm still feels just fine, and it still doesn't affect my legs" Veda said giving him a teasing kiss on the tip of his nose. Terry raised an eyebrow at her and let out a soft chuckle as he gazed at her with amused loving blue eyes.

"I just like taking care of you" Terry said, pouting at her playfully Veda's eyes softened a bit as she gazed back at him with a reassuring smile on her lips.

"I know that my love that's why I think you’re the greatest, prettiest, sweetest most perfect boyfriend in the entire world. You always take care of me, and I love you" Veda said whole heartedly before leaning up to pepper his cheek with adoring kisses. Terry let out a content sigh, placing his left hand on top of hers so both of their rings were gleaming in the warm glow of the fire and the silver rays of the moonlight.

"I love you too and I'll always take care of you, Veda regardless of..." Terry coaxed gazing at Veda with sincere, loving eyes and a soft smile that always made her heart flutter.

"Time or circumstance" Veda said just above a whisper.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#terry silver #terry silver x oc #terry silver smut #smut #fluff #feeling sappy #lovey dovey #sorry for that open ended closing line but we will have Silver bells #enjoy this moodboard

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uno-fucking-momento-por-favor · 8 months

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Alright I have returned with some more headcannons, they got lost and I couldn't see them for a bit but I finally got them back while trying to transfer more art so her you go

Ok so we know rarity is dees favorite from the imagines so what if he likes her so much bc of the

Heavy bribes dee with house chores to order pizza sometimes

Lifs hair was definitely blue at somepoint

Glam and Victoria have excellent communication between them because gustav and mary never did

Glam and ches couldn't have separate rooms because mikey was shipping them, hence the line “our paychecks have been increasing, but our manager seems to think their still to small to have separate rooms” (don’t hate on me if that wasn’t perfect I’m quoting it from memory)

From this point on will be spoilers about the new episode if you have not seen it this is your warning

Glam absolutely visited Ches in the hospital afterwords

Ches once broke down to glam about what he saw while dead and they spent the night talking about it and watching movies

Ok so this is just one I've incorporated into a few stories I've written but Glam learned a lot of his poker techniques from Ches who learned them from illegally gambling for money but glam eventually became better then ches but ches still likes to humble him every now and then

#metal family #glam metal #glam (metal family)#glam metal family #ches (metal family)#chive metal family #ches x glam #victoria metal family

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qedmirage · 6 months

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Well, that was a ride. Unmarked spoilers below the cut.

Took me about 5 months to clear episode 8, and three days to clear episode 9. Episode, well, where to begin. I'll admit that I read too many spoilers myself on major plot elements, undercutting some of it. Still, it was neat to see just how hard Deathless Black Snake is into a kind of violent nationalism, possibly even fascist thought?

Favorite moment is without a doubt Alina's death in R8-9 After, and abject refusal to allow Talulah to know her killers. Because Talulah will take revenge if given a chance, will let anger consume her, will fall to Kaschey's arts and hateful manner of thinking - even if the arts weren't there, it would be a path of violence for her.

The white-haired Draco keeps trudging on in the cold, endless snowfield. On her back, the Elafia girl trembles away, pausing only to take in deep breaths now and then. Snow drops down from the Elafia's horns. As Talulah slogs along, the snow-covered trees behind her begin to burn alight in silence. She has unknowingly begun to set her path ablaze.

The final climax of chapter 8 is also some great otaku-ass nonsense as Amiya, our cute soft bunny CEO, has a powerset almost perfectly geared to ruin the Deathless Black Snake's day. And she knows it

The introduction of Priestess, and her vow to Doctor was also really neat:

and I liked the story beat that Kaschey is still inside Talulah, still tempting her. Fuel for my anarchist reading of the story;

It's this urge for control, for power, for violent revenge that undergirds why Reunion goes wrong. The pull towards authoritarianism, towards unchecked violence, is what destroys the liberation movement. as for mechanics, wow. Boy I hate ursus civilians. Ep 8 was probably the high water mark of difficulty in arknights, and I feel like from here I can handle anything. I gotta say Talulah was really a pile of nonsense, but with her Burning Breath mechanic defanged, she's pretty tractable. The basic core of my strategy going into her final fight was to use Gravel and Projekt Red, who have 17 sec redeploy timers, to bait her breath move with its 19 sec cycle time. Absent that mechanic, the rest of her fight is...not easy, but manageable. On the other end of things, ep9.

This one was a much smaller scale story, and I appreciated that! It was shorter too, which in some ways worked against it - the guys Outcast faces off against scream jobber - but it worked. It's also notable as being an episode who's plot almost doesn't feature Rhodes Island - the focus characters are instead Horn (Rita Skamandros), Bagpipe (Fiona Young), and Saileach (Jane Williams), with a little bit of time in Reed (Lougshinny)'s head. Notable is that none of those are part of the feline majority race in Victoria, and the first three all to some degree believe in a pluralistic, welcoming vision of Victoria instead of the oppressive one they have. High points gotta be watching Saileach go from "the nice girl Janie who is nice to everyone and takes care of the flag" to "Me and this entire hospital ward are gonna beat your ass if you harm one hair on a patient's head", and Outcast's whole deal. Like, back in prior chapters we've seen Elite RI ops show up, paradrop without chutes, tear buildings apart with telekinesis, so you know the old lady's gonna be dangerous. And she is and the payoff's great! Great old lady cowboy character. Also, found a bit I liked:

Janie: But it's not… the whole story. After the conversation we had, I remembered some things from ages ago I'd forgotten. My da's a lawyer, and he used to tell me stories about how my grandda's grandda came to Victoria with nothing. He went from rags to riches. The Victoria he described was an advanced, open-minded, prosperous country. Here, technology and capital conquered savagery. The people's hard work and wealth wouldn't be destroyed just like that by Catastrophes or racial conflict. In making it to such a magnificent land, we Vouivre were able to live a "civilized" life, compared to one of barbarism and violence in the old country. Outcast: Victoria was the most advanced industrialized nation in the world, for a very long time.. Janie: But we had to give up a lot, in order to become Victorians… When I was five, I climbed to the top of the tallest tree in our garden. My da caught me having a blast and gave me a good scolding. Then he locked me in my room and gave me dozens of books to read. The next day, he hired a Leithanien piano teacher for me. I missed the view from the top of the tree, but I didn't give it much thought. I knew my da was doing it for my own good. Outcast: He was helping you to get used to the rules. Janie: That's right. Books, piano, the garden… He understood that those were all things we'd need to know, in order to enjoy the life we had.

Janie's family had to work hard to fit in, to not express their racial traits, to shape themselves to the society around them. Similarly, people know and sense that Victoria's glory days are past - but they don't quite grasp just how soon, how fast, the whole thing may end up unraveling. A few characters note that the fire started in County Hillock may destroy the nation, but for people like the Colonel, the magnates who wish to meet Dublinn, it's not understood - these are quite possibly Victoria's last days.

Mechanics and gameplay wise, ep 9...knocked it out of the park! It wasn't too hard, the Dublinn guys had some interesting mechanics that kept any one thing from being stale, there wasn't anything that felt like I was getting smacked with a wall of pain. I will note that 9-14, with all the pre-deployed jerks, I had to use a support Fiametta to funnel all the enemies into her bombardment kill box. The tattered pillars mechanic is kinda tricky sometimes, with how it actively reshapes the map, but it opens the door for a lot more engaging strategies. I kinda hope it comes back now and again. Mandragora's a fun boss. I had Nearl The Radiant tank her phase 1 (shield this, loser!) and then just kinda threw random fast-redeploys and snipers at her in phase 2 including tex alter to drop pillars on her. Part of my line broke and it was nearly a fail but I got the 3* clear! A fun time.

(Edited 11/2 to fix Saileach's legal name and a capitalization error on Victoria)

#arknights #qedmirage plays arknights

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murdafact · 9 months

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PROXY, ticci toby. (pt 3)

summary: tobys obsession with a girl becomes something different

cw: toby breakin into ur dorm room, reader is 19 & in college

word count: 3.1k

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the last few months have been total shit. you've been stuck in a mental hospital for god knows how long.

being stuck in a place where you're deemed mentally ill is terrible, especially when you know the truth.

but thank god you were getting out today. you had to move into the school dorms, but it was better than being in the hospital.

as you stepped outside, you took a deep breath of the fresh air and felt relief wash over your body. you were finally out, and on top of that, slenderman's goons were gone now too. for now at least...you knew they'd be back soon enough. but for now, you wanted to just enjoy your freedom and the little bit of peace that came with it.

you finally reached the dorms after what felt like an eternity of walking, the cold air washing over you as you used your key to open the door.

the kitchen was comfortably modern and cozy, with wood cabinets and monochrome tiles along the walls. somehow, it managed to combine a professional look; chef-quality stainless steel appliances with an old wooden table. in the living room a plush sofa was nestled in front of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the field across from where the dorms were held. seems decent enough, right? no. the bedroom was a mess. dirty clothes were strewn about, along with the occasional beer can or food wrapper. the bed was unmade and wrinkled sheets hung off of it in disarray. a desk leaned against one wall, its surface cluttered with papers and other random items that had been shoved there in haste instead of being put away properly. you sighed as you saw someone inside.

"hey, you're (y/n), right? im sabrina. sorry its a mess, i didn't expect you here this early.. let me help you get settled." she smiled, taking the bags. inspecting sabrina, she was a pretty redhead with her hair done up in a messy bun. her pale skin and face had been covered with dark makeup, her blood red lipstick slightly smeared off her lips. she was wearing a simple black tank and some grey sweats, the faint smell of a victorias secret perfume lingering on her body.

slightly taken aback by the stranger, you hesitantly accepted her offer and followed her further inside. she started picking up clothes off of the floor and making the bed across from hers while talking to herself about how it was good that someone had finally moved in since it had been empty for a while now. once she was done cleaning, sabrina stood back and smiled. "there you go." with a grateful smile, you thanked her for her help and she left the room to go about her own activities. as the door closed behind sabrina, you looked around your new living space with relief. everything seemed so much better now, at least for a while it would be.

weeks have passed, you and sabrina had become friends ever since you moved in. she went out to a party with some other people and you just finished studying. as you went to the kitchen, you heard a strange noise coming from the hallway and turned to see him standing in the doorway. he stood there like an ominous shadow, his face unreadable underneath that trademark hoodie and mask. his eyes seemed to burn with the need for something. you shivered at the sight of him, feeling a chill run through you like lightning in my veins as he stepped closer without saying anything. he moved slowly but steadily towards you until you were mere inches apart and you could feel his breath on your skin - cold and metallic against your flesh; it felt oddly calming yet terrifying all at once. your heart was pounding and your hands were shaking, you felt an unseen force pushing you against the wall. suddenly i heard a clink of metal, feeling a cold blade resting on your neck as he pressed in closer. with every passing second his knife edged nearer to puncturing through your fragile skin. in despair, you could only muster up one thought; what do i do now?

you looked up at him, your voice shaking. tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you begged for your life, pleading for him to spare you. your words tumbled out in a jumble – desperate pleas and half-sentences interrupted by sobs that shook through you like an earthquake, rattling every fiber of your being until all that was left was fear and desperation.

you finally thought you were free— safe from him. but here you are, toby's hatchet on the edge of your neck, threatening to draw blood.

pulling down his mask, he laughed maniacally. an awful sound that sent a chill through your body. his laughter was merciless and relentless, as if he were mocking you for your own suffering and weakness. you pleaded with him to stop, begging for mercy but seemingly unheard in the depths of his uncontrollable mirth. his face contorted in glee even as tears rolled down your cheeks; his joy only intensified the desperation and dread you felt at that moment so acutely it seemed like time had frozen around us both forever.

"i-ive been waiting so fucking l-long for this. for you.." toby's words were punctuated by each gasp of breath he took in between his laughter, and you shrank further back against the wall. your heart was pounding so hard i thought it would burst out of my throat, the terror within me obviously noticeable now. "tell me, why do you need anyone else w-when you have me?"

at this, i felt something inside me break. years of fear and trauma were now made manifest in the form of a broken sob that escaped my throat. i wanted to scream at him, to beg for mercy once more, but instead found myself silently shaking my head as tears streamed down my face. toby seemed taken aback by this display, his laughter slowly dying away. he rolled his eyes, "if you w-wont answer me, i'll make you."

toby quickly lifted up his hatchet, hitting you on the head with the back of it. your head was spinning, and then all went black. you felt a sudden shock in your skull that reverberated down through to the tips of your toes. you could no longer feel what was happening, consciousness slowly fading away like smoke in the wind.

he dragged her body through the woods, he was surprised she hadn't woken up by now from her head hitting the uneven ground. when he reached the mansion, it was empty and quiet. slender probably sent everyone on a mission. walking into his room, he threw her onto the bed. tying her hands and legs together in and leaving the room.

he had more important matters to attend to. he wanted her for so long, and finally got her where he wanted her.

toby went and got some rope from the basement, finding some old furniture he could use as a makeshift gag. going to the room, he tied her feet together, then tangled the ropes around her wrists, pulling them tightly behind her back. he stuffed a rag in her mouth and gagged it with tape before securing it in place.

toby hurried back to the basement, where bloody painter and ej had stored their strange experiments. he peered into the glass tanks filled with murky liquids as he hummed a tune. as toby continued to inspect the lab concoctions, something stirred in the back of his mind. (y/n) .. you were so.. perfect.. he thought. he picked up a syringe and a small vial full of clear liquid, ghb, and carefully stuck it into his pocket.

ghb was a popular drug. it was able to completely erase the persons memories once they took it or got it injected into their veins.

perfect..

he made way back to the bedroom, where he had left (y/n). his hands shook with anticipation as he walked closer and closer. he opened the door, to which he saw you still knocked out on the bed. his eyebrows furrowed into a frown, looking at your figure. you still had your pajamas on from the previous hours, your tank and plaid pants along with your dirty socks. he sighed, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt over him. maybe he should just kill you right then and there, just to get it over with. but he couldn't.

god, no. he loved you too much. even though you were just an average teenage girl, he was obsessed. too much to kill you.

just then, he watched as you woke up, your lashes fluttering at him. your eyes widened, seeing his unmasked face. you attempted to scream, until you realized your mouth was stuffed with a gag. "mmmf!" you said, confused. toby just chuckled,

he was about to respond but then suddenly remembered something more important- a plan he had been thinking of for a while. a way for you to forget everything. a way for him to make it seem like he was yours– or like you were his. a dumb, naive girl again. someone who would go under his every command. he pulled out the syringe from his pocket, nearing closer and closer to your neck. you tried pulling away, "stop s-struggling. you'll just make this harder." he said, his voice deep. the cold, pointy metal of the syringe poking at your neck. you felt him slowly stabbing your neck, the metal piercing through your fragile skin he stuck it in deeper, you felt yourself forming tears in the corners of your eyes. "don't cry. it'll be be-better this way." he said, caressing your soft skins, admiring.

you felt the liquid seep into your veins, going through your blood. soon enough, you fell back asleep.

hours have passed. you woke up, noticing you were laid in a bed, being covered by striped blankets. you looked around the room, only being lit by a small desk lamp . you turned your head to the wall and saw a bunch of pictures, seeing a girl in most of them. she looked unsuspected, seeing as she looked like she didn't even know she was being photographed. one was her in a park just reading a book, another while another was while she was sleeping. feeling creeped out, you backed away. you stepped down from the bed, your now bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. the wood creaked under you as you stepped, walking to the door. you opened the door, slightly peeking your head out and hearing small chatter. "what? what do you mean you just brought her in? do you know how much trouble we'll be in?!" a man yelled. "i already told him. i h-had this plan for months. and now i can finally go through with it." another spoke.

you backed away into the room, closing the door. you were confused. you felt like you didn't belong, like this wasn't your home. what plan was he talking about? did it include you?

toby and masky were in the kitchen. masky was yelling at toby for bringing someone in, a human girl to be exact. "why the hell is there a girl in your bedroom?" masky asked. "i brought her in. her name is—" "what? what do you mean you just brought her in? do you know how much trouble we'll be in?!" masky yelled. toby sighed, "i already told him. i h-had this plan for months. and now i can finally go through with it."

masky sighed, "you better hope this stupid ass plan works. if it doesn't, boss will kill you and her." he said, looking at him with contempt, then shaking his head and walked away, leaving toby alone.

toby sighed and headed back to the room. opening the door, he saw you cowering in the corner of the bedroom. he sighed. "you're awake." he ran his hand through his hair and sat at the foot of the bed "you don't need t-to be scared anymore. i-i'm safe." he lied. he was a danger to society and he knew it, but he didn't want you attacking and possibly running off. besides, how would you react if he told you he's a wanted serial killer?

you stayed in the corner, trying to decide whether or not you should trust him. you stayed silent for a while, desperately trying to remember him, hell if you even knew him. he could possibly be someone you don't even know. he sighed, turning his head and rolling his eyes. he figured that dealing with someone who lost their memories would be hard.

he started to think of a story, one that would be somewhat believable. "i'm your friend. you remember me, right? my name is t-toby." he said, to which you shook your head. "well, either way, we.. you, um, got into an accident. s-so i took you in!" he lied. you seemed to believe it. "b-but, how..?" you said, your puppy eyes looking at him. "it's a story for another day, are you hungry?" he asked, to which you nodded. you felt drained, mentally and physically.

he walked out the room, to which he was met face to face with hoodie. "tim told me about your little plan. is it going well? is she okay?" he asked. "s-she's none of your concern." he said, walking to the kitchen. "hm." hoodie hummed.

toby prepared a simple meal, and when it was done, he served you. you ate hungrily, finishing the meal in under a minute . "thank you .. " you said, voice calm but soft and quiet. he nodded, taking the plate and going to the kitchen to put it into the sink. he leaned against the marbled counter, wondering how he would deal with you. should he teach you how to be a killer like him, or keep your innocence ?

he decided on the first option. he would rather you to be like him instead of trying to hide you from everything. but, first he would have to make you get comfortable with him first. he sighed, he walked down the hall to clockwork's room, since she was the only one he really spoke to and wouldnt be weirded out from his question.

knocking on the door, he waited a few seconds before she opened the door, her green and clocked eye looking at him. "what?" she spat out, "calm down. i'm just asking for a favour." he asked, "do you have any extra clothes?" he sighed. "uh, yeah. for what?" she asked, walking to her closet and pulling out some shirts and pants from her drawer, "it's for uh.. a girl. dont worry about it." he said, walking inside but looking down at the floor.

clockwork dumped the clothes into his arms, "thanks c." toby said, walking to his room, carefully opening the door so he doesn't drop anything. he walked into you laying on the bed, bored out of your mind. "i'm surprised you didn't leave." he said, dropping the clothes on the bed. "i got you clothes so you can change." you sat up, going through the clothes. you decided on a pair of ripped jeans, a simple burgundy tee shirt and a black zip up jacket. he left the room so you could get changed.

when he left, you swiftly changed into the new clothes, and looked at yourself in a mirror he had nearby. looking at your features, you look exactly like the girl in those pictures. you got chills, but honestly thought nothing of it. he was your friend, right? maybe those pictures were consensual, although you had 0 memory of it. but then again, you had no memories.. you couldn't remember anything.

what a shame.

you shook off the thought and exited his room. were those pictures really you? you thought, walking down the empty halls into a living room, to which you met 2 new people, talking to toby in the dining room.

the first person you noticed was a tall, pale guy, with a slitten smiling face and jet black hair. although the scars were scabbed and seemed to be healing, it was like he was continuing to cut them fresh to keep the smile from healing fully. he was wearing a bloody white hoodie with black jeans and black vans. the other was a short, blonde, elf kid who was bleeding from his dark eye sockets . your head fuzzed, you felt like you could remember him, but you can't place your finger on where.

the pale guy suddenly spoke to toby, looking your figure up and down. "your little girlfriends here." he teased, chucking darkly. you tilted your head, confused. toby walked up to you, "we need to go, i have to train you." "for what?" you asked. "er, for.. fighting. yeah, fighting." he completely lied. you shrugged your shoulders and followed him outside and into an open field behind the house. "here." he gave you a fake knife, since he didn't want to hurt you since you're still a beginner. "i thought you meant fist fighting." you said, looking at the dull blade the knife had. "nope." he said. "try to dodge me." he said, lunging at you quickly, to which you dodged from reflexes and made him miss. "good job, but this is just a start." he smirked under his mask.

oh boy..

eventually, weeks turned into months and you got more comfortable with everyone in the mansion. sure, you made your frenemies, like jeff, or your best friends, like toby, jane and clockwork. you even got little sisters you never had, like sally and lazari.

but, that also means you had to change yourself to fit in with the others. your original (h/c) hair has now been dyed to a (d/h/c). you changed the way you did your makeup, your fashion, you got tattoos from a nearby tattoo shop and scars on your body from previous training with toby or clockwork,and overall changed your personality. you went from a naive girl to an independent woman, you didn't need a man.

although you had that mindset, you and toby started dating a while after you joined him in the mansion.

you were happy with him, and he was happy with you. now he doesn't have to sneak and take pictures of you, he can finally get them consensually whenever he wanted, and he didn't have to hide himself from you. you two went on missions together all the time, killing anyone you saw, and everyone who judged your relationship with him.

the end. ♡

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