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imagines for the cast of multiple shows dedicated to first responders or hospital personnel; i do not own any of the characters mentioned unless otherwise stated.
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TW/CW: Racism/Strong Language A/N: this imagine is seen from the point of view of a person of color.
He was white. A police officer. He carried a gun.
"So you're choosing that white man over us?" Your mother asked, a hand on her hip. After a family dinner that went extremely wrong, you and David just wanted to leave. "I'm not choosing him, Ma. I love him! You didn't even try to get to know him!" You defended as David stood quietly behind you. To set the scene, you were black. You'd met David through your friend Hondo, and instantly fell in love. All the stereotype white police officers were essentially thrown out the window. You were in love with David, and to think you could change your family's mind was foolish, but it didn't stop you from introducing David to them.
"Well, you go love your 'massa' somewhere else! We don't date colonizers here, and we damn sure won't tolerate anyone who does," she snarled angrily, turning around. You knew she wouldn't understand. She nearly stomped back in the house, slamming the door behind her. Your cousin stood quietly, a saddened look on her face. I could faintly hear your mother yelling inside. "Tiana, you get it, don't you? David is not a bad guy," you tried, and after a few seconds, she closed her eyes stressfully. "I'm sorry, Y/N.." she whispered, hurrying inside. "Ti, wait!" You called, tears streaming down your face, but she was already inside.
That left you and David standing outside in the chilly weather. He placed his jacket on your shoulders and you jumped lightly before relaxing. "Let's go home, sweetheart.." he said lowly, leading you to the car. He was quiet as he drove him, almost afraid to touch you. When you got home, he went to the bedroom and took a shower before he sat in the living room. You were in the kitchen and soon joined him in the living room on the couch.
"Are you okay?" He finally asked, and you nodded. You felt the tears again, and he pulled you close to him. "I don't care what anyone says, Y/N. I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you, ever," he told you as you sat quietly in his embrace. "I love you too, Deke," you mumbled slowly, both of you now watching TV.
Your husband meant the world to you, and it was hard to see him walk out that door every day knowing he meant not come back. Your coworkers needed their brother. His parents needed their son. You needed your husband. You'd lose yourself if you lost him. Not everyone saw him as what you did, and you had to accept that you couldn't change their minds..
