certified-prettyboy · 3 months ago
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I NEED YOU SO BAD BRO YOUR HAIR AND YOUR EYES AND YOUR VOICE AND UH EVERYTHING ELSE OH UH ALSO YOUR CLOTHES THOSE TOO THEYRE PRETTY COOL PLEASE (im a guy if that makes it ANY more of an option) (please)
Oh, well thank you very much <3
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bunnys-kisses · 3 months ago
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hii! brownies with a side of martini with lando for me please 🤭
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want to suggest your own order? look at the menu! i'm constantly writing up orders! i even accept for fandoms outside of formula one!! as for this suggestion, i am really liking that people really want mafia au lando, it's very nice and allows me to think a little more outside the box with the au! i just don't want them all read the same, right? this won't be the last time you'll see lando in a mafia au!! i hope you enjoy this!! <3
brownies ("you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours.") + martini (mafia au) served by lando norris (formula one)!
cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, enforcer!lando, baker!reader, kitchen sex, oral sex (reader receiving), affectionate!lando, mentions of au typical violence
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"these are amazing, honey." lando groaned as he took a bite of the warm brownies you just made. it was comfort food in a way. you always know how to make them perfectly.
you leaned against the counter of the kitchen, you watched your boyfriend devour a piece of the treat with excitement, you sighed, "i don't know. i think it's a little too sweet."
"no way, impossible." he said, "these are going to sell like crazy at the shop. can i have another one?"
you chuckled, and leaned towards him. you wiped a bit of stray chocolate off the corner of his mouth, "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."
he beamed at you, "well of course." he then snaked an arm around your waist and kissed you on the cheek, "anything of yours that goes into my mouth would shut me up.
this would look like a true domestic scene. a young couple in love, sharing a late night treat on a thursday. but if someone looked closely at the tattoos on your lover's arms. they would know that he wasn't the prince charming on a full rise scholarship to a university. he was an enforcer for the mclaren family.
lando could fight. that was his whole job, he told you about growing up and the brawls he'd get into. he always told you how many he won and told you not to worry at the number his loss.
when he walked down the street and people saw the tattoos along his arms and the cigarette tucked behind his head. they thought he was big trouble, when you two walked together you often got double-takes from people. why was someone like you, with someone like him.
and while you'd go into detail about how much of a caring lover he was. how much he adored you, all the times he brought you home flowers and kept a polaroid photo on you in the back of his jean pocket. there was something undeniable about lando that made you blush.
he was really good in the bedroom.
not that it was the only good thing about him! he went above and beyond anything any other boyfriend had done for you. he was your ray of sunshine. he made sure his woman was taken care of.
you got up onto the counter after you got your sweatpants and panties off. you knew you should be heading to bed soon for another long day at work. but lando was insistent that he made sure that the love of his life got a proper thank you for making him such a nice treat when he came home.
"double chocolate is great and all." he as he got closer to you. bent over to get between those thighs of yours. he held your legs open and licked his lips, "but, it's nothing like your pussy." he chuckled before he pressed a kiss at your slit.
you held onto the edge of the counter while he started to lick at your sex. his tongue between your pussy lips. he groaned against you as he held onto your hips.
lando was a dangerous man, you had heard whispers through the area you lived in about how evil he was. there was a story about him taking out a guy's teeth tooth by tooth and then smashing his jaw.
he could be intimidating, those eyes could go from friend to sharp in mere seconds. his hands were lined with scarring from other the years and many of his tattoos covered up the other scars.
he'd walk around the main street in nothing but a tank top, loose jeans and a gold chain, his face card never failed and his wit was unmatched. but when he stumbled up the bakery you worked at one day, it was like his entire life changed.
now he was between your legs with his tongue up against your pussy. his nose rubbed against your clit which made you clench up. you held onto the back of his head and guided him up against your pussy. the pleasure was a steady throb that made you flushed.
he was in love with you, if he had to describe the feeling. it was like his heart was whole. that the pieces of him were glued back together by your love. and he in turn wanted to give all his love to you.
"please, lando." you said softly as you ran your fingers through his hair, "you know exactly how to do it." you shuddered at the pleasure in your body.
"only the best for you." he said softly, "only the best." before he gave your thigh a little love tap before he continued to lap at your pussy. you held onto him tighter and his cock twitched in his sweats.
you held onto his curly hair tightly and whined a little. you tensed up as you came, finishing on his tongue. the noises you made had lando feeling good all over. he worked quickly to send you right over the edge. when you nails grazed along his scalp his brain turned off for a moment.
"shit." he grumbled against your slit.
you relaxed after a few moments and panted heavily. you rested up against the cabinets behind you and clung to your boyfriend for a moment longer.
he lazily licked at your sweet slit as he nosed at your clit. he was insatiable when it came to you. you then stroked the back of his head lovingly. he groaned a little at the soft touch.
lando was a mafia enforcer, he hurt people for a living. but his true weakness was his baker girlfriend and her lovely desserts. <3
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cherrychilli · 4 months ago
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18+ Eddie Munson x f! reader, established relationship, PIV sex, unprotected sex, semi- public sex, mirror sex Summary: Feeling needy at a party Eddie's taken you to in order to deal to the attendees, you steal him away and give him a different kind of show by making out with a woman to excite him. The woman? yourself. WC:1.8K
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A/N: Was I drunk when I came up with this? yup. Was I drunk when I sat down and wrote it? yupx2. Am I drunk right now? honey, what do you think? anyway, enjoy!
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"Show me"
He stares you down in that way that makes the guest bathroom feel much smaller than it actually was, like there might not even be enough air for the both of you to occupy it at the same time with the way he keeps stealing your breath.
You could still hear the music echo as it continued to blare outside, the beer you'd downed to give yourself the courage to whisper into Eddie's ear in the first place now sloshing around inside your belly, adding to the intensity of having his eyes roving all over you.
It all began an hour into Todd Henley's party, fed up of all the drunken bodies swaying around as they bumped right into you without apology before they passed by on unsteady legs.
But what irked you the most was that half the crowd had been spending more time with your boyfriend than you were able to all night, all of them handing him crumpled dollars in exchange for little baggies and whatever else he could fit in his pockets to keep the partygoers' spirits high.
You couldn't take it for very much longer though. Unable to help yourself, you sprang into action just before Todd himself could attempt to approach Eddie, cutting in front of the birthday boy, entirely uncaring of the scowl that twisted Todd's lips because Eddie was all you could think about. And you let the latter know as much.
"I need you" you'd whined as you'd wrapped yourself around Eddie's arm when you pull him towards a lonelier corner of the room, all sweet and clingy and then a little more quietly; "watching you made me so wet".
As you'd expected, he's quick to grin at you when he takes your hand. Gently he led you through the crowd, even turning down a few potential customers like Todd who'd tried to approach Eddie with cash in hand, a quick but firm "not now" grunted at them over the music.
It made your hopes rise, growing giddy, thinking he'd take you back to his van to fool around, away from the rest of the party only to end up pouting when he'd pulls you into a vacant guest bathroom instead.
"Go on. Show me", he'd repeated again, still soft and patient with you, standing tall over you as you grow so pliant under his stare, giving in easily as you reach under your dress to pull your panties down to your mid thighs.
He observes closely as you part your legs as much as your underwear will allow, showing off the collection of slick sitting warm and wet on the thin red cotton.
Eddie whistles low as he sees it. "Looks serious", he mused, pressing his index finger into the middle of your panties. He pulls his damp finger back, rubbing it against his thumb and pulling them apart to watch a clear web of your essence develop between them.
Hoping you've pleased him enough you try again.
"Can we, Teddie? Please?", you make sure to dial up the sweetness, all saccharine and cute as your plead.
But the thing is Eddie sometimes liked to have fun with you at times likes these, anything to work up his girl in good jest as another toothy grin develop on his face. "Sorry. Still got some dealing to do, angel face", he explains, looking the opposite of apologetic about it until he sees your face crumble and fall.
"Hey hey, I'm only teasing", he's quick to drop the suave, unwavering persona he treats his customers with for his usual rough around the edges kind of natural warmth, kissing your wobbling bottom lip hard for good measure. "You know I'd never turn you down", he makes sure to add, taking your hand and pressing it over his clothed erection to show you that he's telling the truth, feeling relieved when your lips spread into a smile.
"Tell you what. Since we're already in here why don't we just make use of it?", he offers with a cheesy grin and raising his brows in a way that comes off more cartoonish than it does suggestive but it makes you happy nonetheless. He chuckles at the way your whole face lights up at the suggestion because honestly, you couldn't wait any longer, reaching behind Eddie to lock the door shut.
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You warmed up to getting led in here by Eddie even more when you noticed how the room smelled pleasantly of white jasmine thanks to a little sachet of air freshener hung up on the door handle. The living room where most of the party had congregated including yourself for that one hour was all booze and smoke and sweaty bodies barely guised by cheep perfume and cologne, and for that reason you were glad to be away from it all and not sifting through the thick crowd of people to get to the van.
But mostly, you liked getting handsy in Todd's guest bathroom because unlike Eddie's van, this had a mirror.
When you bend over the sink, you do so quickly and willingly, making Eddie huff out a small laugh through his nose. Carefully he gathers as much of your hair as he can in one hand, pulling on it to encourage you to keep your eyes on each other's reflections in front of you.
It's a filthy sight when you're made to look at yourself. Your tits are spilling out over the top of your dress, made so by when Eddie carefully pulled at it enough to free them, pinching, pulling and nipping at them before he settled you in this new position facing away from him.
With your panties drawn down a few inches above your knees, you could feel Eddie pull your dress up over your ass, eagerly pressing his turgid cock between your thighs once he's pried it out his boxers, the fat tip and length of his cock gliding between your folds and against your puffy clit perfectly.
Watching closely in the mirror, you memorize the little knit between his brows as he does it, a thrill coursing through you as his cheeks then blend from a light pink to a deep mauve while he humps between your thighs.
"Y' ready for me?" he huffs, his lips parted as he looks to your reflection for an answer.
"I'm ready. Please, Teddie. Been waiting all night", you whine back to him over your shoulder, catching the way the corner of his mouth picks up into a smirk.
He's inside you not long after that, stretching you with his thickness which even after all this time, still makes you hiss through the initial sting. But you've never complained about it, always inclined to moan with a wave of pleasure especially now when his hips connect with your ass, bouncing against him while he has both of his hands set firmly just below your waist to keep you steady.
It's not gentle the way Eddie pummels into you but it is a steady and easy climb towards your release. It's because he knows exactly what it takes to make you cum, just minutes of him thrusting into that spot inside you that only he can reach until your belly's winding tight and your toes start to curl inside your shoes.
"Eds, I'm close", you squeak, more a warning than anything else when he pulls at your hair again. Your knees are quick to wobble when he makes you watch yourself getting ruined by him, noticing the runny mascara down your cheeks and your pretty lipstick smudged near the corner of your mouth, bare tits bouncing with every thrust.
"God, you look so good. Go on baby, give yourself a kiss", he tells you through ragged grunts, his free hand landing a few spanks on your ass for good measure.
You do as you're told, leaning closer to your reflection, your lower stomach pressing against the sink in a way that in this position, makes it feel so much more intense with his cock still inside you.
Lips just centimeters away from the glass, the idea of making out with yourself didn't strike you as all that arousing at first, only going along with it because it was something Eddie had wanted and that was reason enough for you to oblige.
You begin by pressing your lips against the cold mirror, chaste at first until you see the desperation swirling behind your hooded eyes. You looked so utterly fucked out, lips parted and your tongue lolling out with a thin rivulet of drool dripping down to your chin. You liked it more than you could understand, especially with Eddie right behind you and in view too.
Finding yourself getting worked up the longer you keep at it, the fire burning inside you only burns bigger and brighter as you see Eddie's reflection while he keeps pumping into you, his bangs stuck to his forehead with a light sweat, his lips pink and full from his teeth biting down on it and the look he gives you when you eyes connect through the mirror.
"Y'like it don't you, doll?", he asks the obvious question just to see you squirm under him, his lips pulled back into a pleased smile as you muster up the strength to nod.
Your breath fogs up the mirror as you continue to pant through Eddie's thrusts, giving him a show as traces of your red lipstick are left behind from your kisses, growing more aroused at the sight of yourself taking Eddie's cock like this.
It's sloppy and oh so perfectly dirty. Eddie watches in amazement as you tongue at your own reflection, your swollen lips leaving traces of spit all over the mirror, uncaring if Todd or his family find the muddled mess of lipstick on their mirror by tomorrow.
"That's it. You see how pretty you look like this? can't help it can you? Good girl. Use your tongue a bit more for me, yeah? fucking perfect..."
It's different being fucked like this, half of you unsure of which reflection you ought to keep your eyes fixed on as you near your climax, deciding to switch from one to the other the closer you get.
Sighing and whimpering underneath Eddie, you mean to warn him just before you tipped over the edge but with your mouth so busy as you press one last kiss against the glass, Eddie can tell that you're cumming when you squeeze your walls around his cock sporadically, crying his name out with your cheek pressed against the once clean glass.
The sight of you all spent and the feeling of you clamping down on him triggers his own orgasm, creamy white spurts filling you up between your legs while he bites down on your shoulder, grunting so deeply by your ear as he thrusts through the final wave that overcomes him.
"You did so well, baby", he groans into your clammy skin during your mutual comedown, teeth grazing the place where he'd bitten down on you as you look up to smile at him lazily through the mirror. He admires you fondly through the mirror, one hand rubbing your back.
"Also", he pats his jacket pocket while he's still inside you. "Remind me to give Todd one on the house", he finishes and the both of you share a laugh, looking over the mess on the counter top and mirror as a result of your time together.
Yeah. Todd's definitely entitled to a freebie. That's for sure.
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milksnake-tea · 10 months ago
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(hi 🪼 i don't have a good sense of time so if this is way too late please feel free to bat this ask out the window)
can i ask for a nanook w/ prompt n. 5? (romantic) feel free to twist it however you want!!
❀ ˎˊ- prompts: They get caught staring at you. ❀ ˎˊ- 1k followers event ❀ ˎˊ- character: nanook ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: none ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: I'M ASSUMING U MEANT FLUFF SO THATS WHAT IM GOING W BC ITS CUTE !!! imma be honest im really bad at ending stuff so im not too happy w the ending here, but i hope u liked this !!
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For such a violent Aeon, Nanook was a quiet soul.
Many of your conversations were one-sided, with you rambling about your day while Nanook merely listened and observed, occasionally playing with your hair or poking at you - much like a cat, you'd often say. Whenever you mentioned that to them, they'd only respond with a comforting rumbling of their chest, which was their version of a chuckle.
You laid on your side in their large palm, the Aeon currently occupied with other matters - most likely implanting another Stellaron in some unfortunate planet. Rings of molten gold glowed above you, some of that glowing liquid dripping down in waterfalls of melted metal. But you paid no matter to that.
Instead, you focused on tracing lines on the Aeon's palm, fascinated with the folds and scars that spanned over their dark skin. Beneath those thin stretches of skin glowed the golden blood of Nanook, much like a lantern. When you pressed your ear against them, you could briefly feel a pulsing beat against your head - Nanook's heartbeat.
You hummed to yourself, a sweet melody drifting through the endless void. When Nanook was busy, it was in your best interest to keep quiet. Any distractions, and Nanook might accidentally kill you instead of a planet (it's happened before).
It took a few moments of pure silence before you noticed a pair of eyes trained on your body. Knowing that there was only one other person in this space, you rolled over to meet Nanook's gaze.
You couldn't see the entirety of Nanook's body from where you were, but you didn't mind. The honey-like amber of Nanook's eyes was enough to enrapture you - no matter how many times you saw it, you were fascinated by their beauty each time.
The Aeon rested their head on one of their hands, leaning into their palm as they watched you - a hint of fondness making its way onto their expression.
You smiled cheekily up at the Aeon whose name sparked fear into the hearts of countless.
"Enjoying the view?" you teased. Nanook raised a brow.
"And if I am?" they mused. Their voice was low, yet unbelievably loud. It rumbled throughout the galaxy, both soothing and overwhelming to your ears.
Rather than replying, you sat up and beckoned towards them, making grabbing motions with your hands. Obliging, Nanook lifted you to their face so that you could touch them.
Their skin was warm like a fireplace under your skin. Nanook's eyes fluttered closed as you kissed their nose and nuzzled against them. A smile flickered onto their lips, but it was gone as fast as it had come.
"You know," you hummed, "for an Aeon of Destruction, you're awfully gentle."
"Only for you."
You chuckled, pressing your forehead to theirs as they tilted their head down. "Quite adorable too."
You didn't see it, but you knew Nanook was rolling their eyes at you. But you didn't really care. All that mattered right now was this moment, a silent yet intimate night among the cosmos.
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reblogs w comments are appreciated !!
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ellieslittleburrow · 1 month ago
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Resuested by @outof-spite : was wondering if you could do a winchester bros & little sister! reader where theyve been arguing constantly lately, and reader is usually combative and always argues back but, this time shes just over the arguing so she just gives up trying to argue with them and kinda goes mute?
Warnings : family fights, yelling
Pairings : Sam/Dean Winchester x sister!reader
A/N : Sorry for the late postt ❤️❤️
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Things happen, right? Misunderstandings, judgement, reproaches and blame, all of them, the worst thing that could happen to a family, more importantly-right now-to yours.
Back from a hunt gone bad, you heavily lay in the backseat of the impala, your feet hung over the left window while your head rests over the opposite side of the car.
"Hey-get your feet off my damn leather." A complaint you've heard one too many times, and one you usually fight but- this time, as a sigh leaves your lips, you uncross your legs and bring them down, consequently lifting your upper body to sit up. An avertion from your side that's different from your usual habits, causing the car to fall into heavily loud silence.
And although it is loud with almost audible thoughts and anger, you still enjoy that while it lasts.
And it fucking doesn't last, in fact, just as soon as you entered the motel, another sentence commenced by Sam sent Dean into a fury, and just as things heated up, you found yourself in the middle of it all-again-
"Hey!!-" The shout is directed at you, this you know and choose to disguard. You would answer but- your body is fatigued and so is our mind, answering seems to lead to no vail. You answer, he fights you, you all go to sleep and wake up forcebly normalizing things, as if your throats aren't sore and your brains aren't fried.
"Hey-i'm talking to you-"
The words sound more bitter this time around, and you find yourself reluctantly lifting your gaze up . You look at Dean, slow and undetermined, exhausted.
"I asked you why you did that-You could've waited for us. I know you said there was no time le-" Dean pauses. "And fucking answer me when i talk to you-"
You shrug, causing a choking gasp out of Dean. His eyes widen and he leans forward. "Are you-Is she provok-are you-"
You throw your jacket over the bed, disdain discerned in your every move and you flop on the bed, unaware of the sudden tension that-again- suddenly settles in.
But the thing is--You don't care anymore. You haven't enough energy to get you to fight them once more, neither to explain or defend yourself. Too damn fucking tired is what you are at the moment-Too damn tired of it all.
"Kid?"
You rest your hand over your forehead, closing your eyes in an effort to soothe your aching muscles, and maybe suck in a little more patience.
"Kid."
Your stomach tightens and soon, you'll recess into a bawling mess, so you get off the bed and pick up your jacket.
Please don't lead to another fight, please..You just want it all to be ov-
"What's wrong?"
You shrug once more, shaking your head to motion that all is fine before heading for the door. But Sam comes your way, blocking the door and you blow a long sigh.
"Come here"
Sam grips both of your arms and swiftly-you find yourself glued to his chest. But all happens all too fast-why would he suddenly get all feely- and before you even realize it, you find yourself pushing against him.
"'im sorry-i'm sorry."
A lump builds up in your throat and as flashes of the past few weeks occupy every single space in your brain, your breathing increases-just as it gets harder to breathe. Just the thought of it all_
Your eyes are slowly flooded with warmth, announcing the tears gathering at your eyes. You need to leave. You need to go.
You choke on a sob.
You can't do this anym- "I know, honey. I've been there. I know." And with that, another sob loudly escapes your throat and a whimper follows.
"i've been there with Dad, i didn't realize we were doing that to you-i'm sorry. I see you. I really am sorry."
You shake your head as your cries fill the room, getting increasingly louder the harder Sam rubs your back. But that's not what you need. Not for them to see you-but for them to fucking stop.
"We'll stop. We'll talk. I promise."
You pull away from him, skeptical of a promise you doubt he can hold. And just as you're about to process that, Dean speaks.
"I'm sorry too." His honest tone makes you sigh. This isn't.what.i.want.
"Sam and i are sort've used to it- we lost sight of the fact that it wasn't affecting just us, but you as well. I really am sorry." Sam looks into your eyes and you slightly lean back, averting your gaze.
"It must've been really stresstful for you the past few weeks." Taken aback by his words, you pull your chin away from his hand and turn around, wiping at your tears before resting your hand against your forehead.
"we're sorry, kid."
You shrug, still mistrusftul. Mistrustful but hopeful. Because Sam and Dean are different, fights and bad things might accure but no matter how disconnected from each other they might be, they always come back to each other. And you are no different. You know them well enough.
Your silence is apprehended as anger. "Okay..We understand, we'll leave."
But it's not anger and it's most certainly not hatred. So you envelop Sam again and bury your face in his chest.
Maybe that'll be enough for him to understand?
His surprise manifests through his still figure. "Thank you, honey." That surprise quickly dissipates and he hugs you back. "It..."
"it's going to be okay, honey. We'll make it okay."
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I hope it isn't too cringe or too cliché because like-who would say sorry in under a minute. But yeah anyway much love sorry byyiii 🍁🍁🍁❤️❤️❤️
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mymelx · 9 months ago
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Ghost coming home from a long mission only to find out that his wife has been abused in his absence
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TW: mentions of SA (reader is the victim), vomiting, please tell me if I'v missed anything
「No usage of y/n, not proofread cause I need to sleep 🥹」
He's fucking exhausted, desperate to hold his little lovely wife in his strong arms, to nuzzle into her neck, to take her scent in, and to fuck her tight little pretty cunt after 2 months of mission.
He hurriedly opens the door, not even thinking that he can simply knock. He's this desperate and dumb right now.
It's strange. Even though it's correct that the house is always dark at midnight since you're asleep, this time, it feels different. He senses something wrong. He throws his equipment on the floor and rushes to your shared bedroom, only to find it empty. His head is spinning. He misses you. He has endured the fucking mission only to be back to his soft, precious wife. Where the fuck was she now? Did something happen to her? Did she leave him?
He hears familiar whimpers from the bathroom, which he follows.
There you are. In your short, white sleep dress, looking up to see your husband, who's still wearing his soldier uniform and his skull balaclava.
Before you can react, you feel another rumble in your chest that leads to vomiting.
You've been vomiting into the toilet for the past few minutes.
You've lost weight. He notices. You're trembling, looking helpless and vulnerable.
He rushes to you the second he sees you vomiting, and you try to crawl back from him.
From who? From him?
He can't believe his fucking eyes. He doesn't come closer since he doesn't want to scare you. He thinks maybe you've had a nightmare that made you vomit, now you're sleepy, and you can't recognize your husband of 4 years.
"Love? It's me. Simon. I'm back." He says softly.
You pant, scared, crawling back, standing up and stepping back.
"Don't fucking come closer to me!" You say with a weak, trembling voice.
"Doll? What happened? It's me, Simon. Did you have a nightmare?" He speaks softly with a worried voice.
"Shut up! Get away from me! Try touching me again, and I'll kill you!"
Touching? Again?
He freezes. "Who touched you? Dolly, it's me. Your husband."
You're not listening, trying to find something to attack him with.
He's talking to you, asking you what has happened, and your mind is occupied with the potential weapons you can use against him.
You grab a bar of soap and throw it at him. He obviously doesn't even flinch. He's a tall, muscular man. What can a bar of soap do to him?
He watches you in shock and worry. He walks to you, trapping you in a corner, receiving your harmless, scared punches.
He holds your wrists. "I'm so sorry, doll. I had to stop you somehow to talk to you. What happened? Don't you know me?"
You recognize him now. It's his eyes. His eyes always speak to you. It's your husband, your safe person, your everything.
You pant, staring at him. Your vision gets blurry with tears stinging your pretty eyes. You feel guilty for what you did to your husband, who's back from a mission.
"Now you know me, love? It's me. Talk to me. What happened? You know I'd kill for you. Tell me everything." He says softly.
You burst into tears and hug him tightly, crying loudly and hiding your face in his broad chest.
He's so worried, but he tries to remain calm so that you can lean on him.
After minutes of you crying and him gently asking you "what happened? Tell me? Dolly? Honey? Baby, please tell me what happened I'll kill anyone who's hurt you."
You finally calm down, still leaning on him. You want to talk, but you've vomited and cried so much that you have no energy.
He gently picks you up with you straddling him with your trembling legs. He first brings you to the kitchen, pouring water for you with one hand while holding you up with another, taking his balaclava off to kiss your temples and your hair every three seconds.
Then he brings you to the bed, carefully placing you and covering you with blankets.
"Can you tell me what happened, doll?"
You're still trembling, ashamed, tired, confused, and angry. He leans down and hugs you.
"I... when you were gone... something happened. 3 weeks ago, someone knocked on our door, and I thought it was you. I fucking thought it was you. I was so damn stupid!"
Your crying starts again. You feel so much pressure on your heart. He's so worried now that you told him those sentences. He caresses you, forcing himself not to rush you just so that he can quickly find out about who has hurt you and shoot them in their head after beating them to death.
"Shsh.. love. Tell me the rest, baby."
"I opened the door, and he... then, he pushed me, and I... I, I fell on the ground."
You try hard to talk between your cries:
"He then tried to rip my clothes. He was so heavy that I couldn't push him away."
Ghost is fisting his hand so hard that his knuckles are white, his eyes are wide open, he's full of rage, and he's going crazy.
You don't continue, needing a moment to breath.
He leans down, caressing your hair, trying his best not to beg you to continue, and just giving you time.
You tell him the man wanted to r you, but you screamed so much that the neighbors kicked into the house. The man was arrested, but you still have nightmares, and you tremble a lot.
"I really wished you were by my side." You say so innocently, while crying.
He's so mad. He has so much rage now.
"What's his name?"
"Si,-"
He holds your chin gently, asking with the rage and the harsh voice that he can't hide anymore: "What's his name, doll?"
You sleep that night in his embrace, clinging on him, and telling him how much you love and need him. How much he's safe to you. How much you only want to stay in his arms.
He constantly kisses your hair and caresses your face, apologizing to you for not having been there where you needed his protection.
Weeks pass by, and he doesn't go to another mission. He's by your side all the time, and he's now more protective and a bit controlling of you. Not that you want him to leave you for even a second, at least for a while.
He finds a way to kill the man who assaulted you, and he does it. He doesn't tell you about it, and you find out about it later when he thought you wouldn't tremble and vomit at the memory again.
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◇ it's midnight, and I'm writing this shit 💀 wanted to sleep, but I had the idea of coming back from a long mission that i had to write, and it turned this way...
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withahappyrefrain · 7 months ago
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Abby! For the kiss prompts, could I request #9 (in public) with Bob and Teacher!Reader? 🍎 Very self-indulgent on my part 😂
- @bradshawsbaby 💕
But that's the joy of fanfic! We get to be self-indulgent!
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"Mrs. Floyd? You're needed in the front office."
After hanging up the phone, you let out a sigh, looking at your lunch longingly.
This would happen during your lunch period, one of the few chances where you get time to yourself. No meetings, no kids, no questioning or yelling.
You loved your job. You weren't sure what else you'd want to do other than teaching. But the last few weeks had been seemingly endless and mentally draining.
It didn't help that your husband was gone.
By now, you should be a pro when it comes to Bob being deployed.
In a way, you were much better now at the beginning, had found enough projects and hobbies to occupy you, to keep your brain busy and far away from the fact your husband was somewhere halfway across the world.
But after a month, the loneliness and anxiety would seep in. Bob was out there, risking his life instead of being at home with you. Waking up alone to half of an empty bed instead of with him. His return always uncertain.
It made the long, particularly draining days of teaching much harder. Instead of being embraced by your husband's strong arms, you opened the door to an empty house.
Maybe things would be easier if you had a set return date. But even Bob wasn't sure of that.
So with a deep sigh, you put your lunch back in your bag, accepting it'll most likely go uneaten. The trek upstairs to the main office felt longer than usual, your feet feeling heavy with each step.
But instead of your useless principal or an irate parent waiting in the main office, you were met with a man who had eyes bluer than the ocean and a smile sweeter than honey.
"Bobby!"
No longer caring where you were, you threw your arms around your husband, kissing him for the first time in months.
"Hey darlin," Bob smiled into the kiss, also feeling relieved to have you back in his arms.
"What are you doing here?"
"Wanted to see my wife now that I'm back." His cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue that always managed to tug on your heartstrings.
"Couldn't wait until I was home?" You teased, not that you were complaining.
"And not spend time with you?"
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, Bob knew you had to work, he was literally at your school-
"Your team arranged a sub for you. They made sub plans and everything. Just need to get your bag and we're good to leave," Bob revealed.
Your heart soared at the news, pulling him into another hug.
You were so happy, you nearly forgot that the main office was right by the cafeteria.
"Who is Mrs. Floyd kissing?"
"That's not Mrs. Floyd!"
"Yes it is!"
"She kissed him!"
"Is that Mr. Floyd?"
"That's not Mr. Floyd."
"Yes it is Liam!"
"I think we've been discovered," Bob whispered, unable to hide his smile as your students peered through the window.
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oldmenthusiast · 13 days ago
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old!logan howlett x fem younger reader
warnings ★ large age gap — reader is 20+ — fingering — use of ‘kid’ from logan — smut — he likes being called mister howlett yes he does
note ★ it's 3am and I'm ovulating, im sorry 4 mistakes I wrote this in a rush weewoo. this is low-key short so just enjoy
no sounds occupied the barn except your soft panting and the wet squelching that emitted from between your legs. logan held you closely as you sat on his lap, your back facing his chest. one of his hands was gripping your wrists together while his other hand disappeared beneath your white nightdress. “this is the last time. you can't come back after today.” you were familiar with that line of his. he had spoken it too many times and each time you'd ignore it as you appeared in his doorstep, asking for something. sugar, honey, salt. anything. logan had figured you out like an open book but he still opened that damn door to you, he still invited you in and he still guided you in his barn where he supposedly had more supplies. in reality he didn't even remember what you'd asked of him in the first place. your curious fingers lifted your dress up just to expose your bareness below the waist. you observed with needy eyes as logan’s three digits disappeared into your soppy cunt, coming out wetter than ever each time. you shifted a little in his lap when he picked up the pace and you threw your head back, your shaky fingers reaching to grip anything; but specifically his thighs. “please don't stop.” you pleaded out loud when he curled those fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot. logan resumed fucking you with his fingers fast and deep, the tips of them slightly curled to assault that sensitive bulge of nerves within you. “mister howlett.” you panted softly and the formality scratched his brain in a damn good way. having you speak to him as if he wasn't making you a mess with his own fingers was the highlight of this. “let go. it's okay, sweetheart. I got you.” he whispered as his lips brushed against your ear. you purposely twisted your head to look at him and logan couldn't resist how close your lips were. you whined against his mouth as those fingers moved within you, twisting and thrusting, until your thighs were a trembling mess. a final brush of his calloused palm against your clit set everything off and your eyes rolled back. “that’s it.” he murmured through gritted teeth as you came hard, your entire body shaking on top of his own as your fingers clutched at his thighs with desperation. logan silenced your scream with a deep kiss which you happily returned despite the exhaustion settling in your bones. he released your wrists and stared at the space between your legs knowingly as you moved your free hands to logan’s wrist. he shuddered when you used your hands to shove his fingers deeper within you, as if they weren't already buried to the hilt. “a little more.” you pleaded against his lips and logan felt his heart beating in a certain way he wished to ignore. he remained like that, his bulge nestled against your bare ass beneath that dress, and his fingers unmoving inside you but keeping you full. you stayed like that until logan was regretfully helping you up and urging you away. it wouldn't be right for you to be seen with him, he'd remind you. “goodbye, mister howlett.” you so sweetly wished with that pretty smile and all logan could do was watch with strained trousers as you did your best to keep your dress modest.
he was the worst man. logan was certain of it as you appeared in his door step the next day and repeated another rehearsed sentence. “good morning, mister howlett. do you happen to have any honey left?” your eyes sparkled as they looked at him and logan weighed out his options of telling you to disappear or at least pushing you away nicely. “‘m sure I got more honey in the barn, kid.” i’m a weak man, logan thought as he ignored his mind again and entered the barn with you. when those large doors closed, he wondered if it'll ever stop.
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ddejavvu · 1 year ago
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hello!! i hope you’re doing well ❤️ i just read your hotch fic where he sneaks his wife and jack into the hotel room and i was wondering if you’d write something similar where jack is with jess or something and someone from the team catches hotch and reader going into his room except they can’t tell it’s reader and think hotch is cheating and they love the reader and can’t stand the idea of letting them get cheated on so maybe they confront him or call reader while reader is with hotch to tell her or something funny, whatever you find fitting. thank you if you get to this ❤️
i actually fucking adored this idea thank you <333
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Emily's always taken Hotch for an honorable man. He's chivalrous, opening doors for the ladies on the team and walking them to their cars to be sure that they're safe in parking lots. It's instilled in his very being to be kind to women, so when she sees him trying to cover up a head of blue-dyed hair as he fumbles with the lock on his hotel room, she's perplexed.
That's not you. You don't have blue hair. But Hotch's arm is around her waist, and she's leaning into his side. His hand is more than generous over her skin, even slipping into the hemline of her shorts, and Emily's blood boils.
Aaron's got a grin on his face that she can just barely see without being seen herself, and he sounds all-too-happy to be leading another woman into his hotel room after hours when he chuckles at her advances. She rushes for the bed and Emily has to duck back into her room so as not to be seen when the woman rights herself on the bed, and there's something sickly brewing in her gut as she shuts her door again. She no longer has an appetite to raid the vending machine like she'd planned, so she heads back to her twin bed, hand digging into her pajama pants to retrieve her phone.
Spencer' who's occupying the second bed in the room, looks up inquisitively from his book, "I thought you were going to the vending machine, what happened?"
"Hotch just let some girl into his room. I mean- like, he brought her in, he had his hands all over her and she ran to the bed."
Reid's brows rise towards his scruffy hairline, pink lips downturned, "It wasn't Y/N?"
"She had blue hair," Prentiss shakes her head, "I'm gonna tell her."
"I want to help," Spencer rises from his bed, quickly crossing the room to her own, "I don't want to make her sad, but we can't keep it from her."
Emily nods, but Spencer keeps talking, "I... I can't believe Hotch would do something like that."
"Neither can I." Emily admits, clicking on your text thread. It's heavily decorated with hearts both in the messages and your contact name, and she hopes yours doesn't break when you find out what your husband's been doing behind your back.
Y/N, she types, I don't know how to tell you this, and I wish someone else would, because I don't want to be the one to break your sweet heart. But I just saw Aaron bring some blue-haired girl into his room, and if I'm being honest with you, I think they're having sex. I'm SO sorry honey, I wish I could do something, but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you. Please call me and tell me what's going on with you, I don't want you to be alone all night, and PLEASE don't slip away if you and Aaron don't work things out. For the record I'm rooting for you to dump his sorry ass, but I know you'll need time to work things out. All I ask is that you don't shut us out, honey, please don't let him change the way you feel about us.
P.S Reid is here too and we're both here if you want to talk. We can face-time and we'll be there for you as best we can, baby.
And also you can sleep at my place.
Or Spence's. He says he can sleep on the couch if you want his bed.
I'm so sorry, Y/N, we love you.
Emily can't have pressed send on the last text ten seconds ago before there's a series of urgent knocks on the door. Her guard is up immediately, and she almost considers ignoring it because she's sure it's Hotch coming to tell her off for exposing him. She figures you must have called him, upset, and he's here to ask her to lie for him.
The knocks don't stop, though, and Reid's the one that marches for the door, face set in a glare that's unusually menacing for him. He's deduced the same series of events, but when he swings the door open with as much sass as he can muster, his posture stiffens with shock.
Aaron is on the other side of the door, but you're standing in front of him, hair bright blue, face sheepish.
"Hi Em," You smile at her, then at Reid, "Spence. I was going to join you all for breakfast tomorrow and unveil it, but- um, I think now's a good time to tell you that I dyed my hair blue."
"Oh." Emily hums, mouth hung slightly open, "So it's- it was you."
"it was me," You nod, "But thank you for telling me. I'm glad I can count on you. Both of you," Your eyes flit to Spencer, who's equally astonished as he inspects your new hair dye.
"Oh, that means-" Emily's face wrinkles suddenly, looking at your waist that Aaron's got a hold of as he stands behind you, "Gross, you two were gonna- in the hotel!"
Spencer groans, rushing away from the door and retreating back to his bed where his novel lies.
"It's after hours!" You insist, "It's not like we were doing it in the precinct on government time. We're adults, Emily."
"We're adults too, y'know. With work in the morning. We can't be kept up all hours of the night by your racket! Just go get it over with," She grimaces, "And- hey! Try to get into your room this time before reaching your hand down her pants, perv!"
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really-fanny-longbottom · 1 month ago
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summary: because no matter how much time passes, cassian will never forget his first love.
warnings: angst/mentions of arranged marriage, smut, heartbreak, death, grieving and injuries
pairings: cassian x reader
words: 8k (i think?)
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love. 
a word.
four letters. 
one feeling. 
infinite meanings. 
love is such a strange feeling that it can vary in so many ways. 
it can provoke so many emotions at the same time, both negative and positive. 
it can make us dream, smile, celebrate. 
it can make us suffer, cry, grieve. 
how can such a small word have such an impactful meaning? 
those who manage to have it once in their lives are considered lucky, those who find it more than once are considered blessed.
but that was not the case with cassian. 
having grown up as he did, in a place surrounded by mountains and by males who despised him, with the words 'bastard' and 'brute' used as greetings, he never imagined himself capable of witnessing such a feeling. 
how could he, when all his life he had to fight for everything, even for the bare minimum?
fortunately, cassian's life took a happy turn, when a few years later, the nose of a young heir with violet eyes and black hair met his fist. 
followed by a quiet and shy boy who had small shadows as companions. 
and a brown-eyed blonde with a great obsession for red clothes and an incredible sense of humor. 
ending with a silver-eyed creature with the age of a god and the feeding habits of a vampire. 
but that was never the kind of love that cassian felt unworthy of having. 
not the kind of love that is meant for family or that can be shared between friends. 
but the love that is reserved for that special person who appears in your life and makes you wonder how you could have lived until that moment without them. 
of the love that makes your stomach tingle with butterflies, of the blushing cheeks that make you look like a certain vegetable and of the smile that can light up the sky on the darkest night.
cassian, who thought he was nothing in life, had a big surprise when he discovered that he was actually blessed.
the question that many ask and few know the answer to: who was the lucky one to first occupy the heart of the general of the night court?
for those who don't know him, they say that nesta archeron is his first love — the mating bond that revealed itself between the two serving as proof of such a statement.
for those who know him a little better, their answers would be tanwyn — the fearless valkyrie who lost her life in the war.
both answers are incorrect.
cassian's journey in love did not begin with either of them.
with only his family as witnesses to the true answer, as they too were blessed to have cassian's first love as a friend — if not a family member.
the story begins with a human girl with a heart bigger than the world, a smile sweeter than honey and eyes so blue they could rival the sea. 
a human girl who was running away from a life she didn't want and whose escape led her to a certain general.
a human girl who stole everyone's heart, with her first victim being cassian's heart. 
her name was y/n. 
•••
he has a mate.
he had never imagined himself in this position.
cassian still didn't know how to process this new information.
he has another chance at love, but not with the person his heart still beats for.
the general found refuge in his room, where he could better organize his thoughts.
one thing he knew — he liked nesta. but loving her? that felt like a betrayal. 
cassian unrolled the paper he held in his hands. although the paper already showed signs of age, the drawing remained intact. 
cassian couldn't take his eyes off that beautiful face — the face he had been blessed to see, love, and caress. it felt like it was a lifetime ago.
"she's beautiful."
the voice startled him. he had been so focused that he hadn't even realized nesta had entered the bedroom.
"i'm sorry, i just wanted to see if you were okay," nesta moved a little closer to him, "you disappeared so quickly after the. . .the bond snapped, and i just want you to know that if you don't want me as your mate, i understand-" 
"sit down," cassian instructed, indicating the space next to him on the bed. "i have something to show you." 
nesta obeyed and watched as cassian fought a battle against himself. following his gaze, she saw what was bothering him so much. 
cassian's eyes were fixed on a small basket that was stored in the corner of the wall next to the bed.
cassian felt tears immediately invade him. 
that damn basket.
every time he looked at it, he was taken back to the past.
but he loved that basket. it was the only physical reminder of the best time of his life.
he painted it that way with his own hands after. . . it took him two weeks to finish.
that damn purple basket with white flowers. 
cassian cursed before getting up slightly from the bed and grabbing one of its handles, dragging it until it was at his feet. 
all the letters were still inside — all of them.
there were more than a hundred in all, some more intimate than others — that ones, cassian didn't dare to read again because he believed his heart couldn't handle going through it again. 
for that very reason, he grabbed his favorites and handed them to nesta.
"here," cassian's hand shook slightly, as did his voice, "read these and you'll understand everything."  
nesta leafed through all the letters in her hands, confusion showing in her furrowed brows. "what are these?"
cassian let out a deep sigh "read them. they'll explain everything." 
she nodded, and so she picked up the first letter and read it. 
•••
dear cassian, today is the third day since i've been back and i'm afraid i have to admit that i miss you already. everything remains the same around here, it feels like i never left. last night, i had an argument with my parents about what had happened. i was very vague about everything, but i did confess that there had been someone and i'm glad i did, because joffrey broke off the engagement this morning. apparently, he no longer has any interest in me now that i'm not 'pure' according to his words. he thinks he humiliated me but in fact he did me a big favor. i went for a walk in the forest this morning and it reminded me of the day we met. do you remember that day? little did we know the adventure that awaited us, and how wonderful it was, don't you agree? with love, y/n 
cassian hated patrol work. he always thought that, next to filling out reports, this was the worst.
normally, this task fell to the spymaster, but with azriel on a mission, the task fell to him.
cassian had already made several rounds and was doing the last border check at the spring court.
everything was fine, until something caught his attention. running through the trees, as if her life depended on it, was a young woman — human.
cassian was surprised. it was very rare for humans to come this far, what was she doing there?
the justification he was looking for appeared when a boy appeared through the trees.
at the speed she was running, it was impossible for this situation to be friendly.
cassian didn't know what to do — he knows he's not supposed to interact with humans, but he couldn't just leave knowing he would hurt her. 
so he did the unthinkable. 
with extreme precision, cassian landed on the ground and began searching for her, following the sound of her footsteps.
when the sound stopped, cassian did too. looking around, he couldn't find anything. his ears didn't prepare him for the body that collided with his chest, knocking the small human to the ground. 
cassian looked at her on the ground. he wonder how long it would take for her to scream and run away.
but that was forgotten when she raised her head.
your eyes, an immense blue, cast a spell over cassian, who found himself lost in them.
never had he seen such blue eyes, not even with the summer or winter fae.
cassian was lost for words and flustered. without even thinking, he reached out a hand and he had the surprise of his life when you placed your small hand in his too large one and allowed him to help you get up. 
"thank you."
cassian had to compose himself before saying, "are you okay?"
his question went unanswered as you were too busy admiring him to listen "wow, you look like a god."
"oh." cassian found himself caught off guard — again.
"so pretty."
cassian blushed. what was going on? he had never blushed before but then again no one had ever called him pretty.
before cassian could speak, several footsteps were heard before the man who was chasing you appeared before you.
you moved behind the general and grabbed his arm as a form of protection.
a human trusted him more — a fae she barely knew than the person in front of him?
cassian didn't like that. the guy paled in front of the general, his eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
"is there a problem?" cassian asked him.
the man began to stutter, unable to formulate a word.
"leave me alone, joffrey. i already told you i'm not going to marry you."
suddenly, joffrey looked at you and his face took on an angry look and when he took a step forward, cassian did too.
joffrey didn't have a chance to take another step, when at the general's movement, he fell to the ground before start running while shouting.
from behind him, laughter was heard. cassian turned to find you and saw you trying to hold back your laughter.
mimicking your smile, cassian pointed in the direction where the guy had been before asking, "your fiancé?"
"arranged marriage." you explained.
"um, aren't you happy?"
"joffrey is horrible. i'd be better off married to a horse than him."
a deep chuckle erupted from the male. you were undoubtedly an interesting human "you're not afraid of me."
"why would i be?" 
"because i'm a fae?" 
"i don't judge people based on their appearance."
that made him shut up and cassian realized it was true. everyone ran away when they saw a fae and here you were, sympathizing with one.
cassian watched you look around.
"i can't go back. if i do, i'll be forced to marry him."
when you reached up to brush your hair away from your face, you noticed the wound on your hand. "is. . .this. . .is this blo. . .blood?"
cassian didn't have time to respond before you passed out. he caught you and lifted you up in his arms, and that sight did something to him.
you did something to him.
and just like that, cassian did the unthinkable a second time that day and took you to velaris with him.
•••
dear cassian, i had an interesting week. i found an injured cat on my way back from the market. the poor thing had a hurt paw and was a little sick, so of course i took him home with me. i fed him, tended to his wound, kept him warm and clean, and made sure he got better. by the end of the week, he was as good as new. i don't know how, but i managed to convince my father to keep him, so now i have a new companion. i named him amren because he looks so much like her. you know what this reminded me of? when you got sick and i took care of you. it was a funny experience, wasn't it? with love, y/n
cassian felt terrible but not as terrible as he would make azriel feel after beating him in the ring for making him sick.
the shadowsinger had returned from his mission in windhaven where he had caught the illyrian flu and now all three brothers were sick.
he was going to make his brother pay, but before he had a chance to think how, his door was opened.
you walked in with a bowl of hot soup in one hand and a large box in the other.
"how is the sick boy?"
"horrible."
a chuckle ran through the room before cassian felt his mattress dip. you made him stand up a little before dipping the spoon into the soup and turning it to him.
"i can eat on my own, thank you." cassian knew how his brothers would tease him for the rest of his life if they saw him being fed by you.
"allow me," you insisted. "you took care of me when i first got here and the small lady said i couldn't get out of bed."
cassian laughed at your description of madja. when he brought you in, she had examined you and discovered that you were severely dehydrated and a little malnourished from the run in the forest and forced you to rest for a week.
cassian took care of you the entire time without ever complaining.
he pointed a finger at you before swallowing the soup. "this can never get out of here."
more giggles reached cassian's ears. how he loved that sound.
"yes, sir general."
cassian ate the soup and ended up repeating after praising your cooking skills one too many times.
board games and cards followed. when cassian's temperature rose, you placed a cold towel on his forehead and read him some poems to help him fall asleep.
a few hours later, rhys went to his brother's room to see how he was doing and was surprised when he saw the two of you.
cassian slept on your chest with his arm around your waist, and you slept with your head resting on his, one arm around his shoulders while the other still held the book.
rhys smiled, and left you two to dream.
•••
dear cassian, autumn is here. this morning, while i was in the garden reading, i had the opportunity to see the flocks of birds migrating. i spent a long time watching them and thinking how lucky they are. it reminded me of the day you took me flying for the first time and how incredible it was. what i would give to fly with you one more time. with love, y/n
"i won't let you fall."
your nervous look made cassian chuckle. the male stood in front of you as he watched you stare at the city below.
"don't you want to go see the city?" 
"of course i do!" you replied, "but humans don't fly."
a round of laughter invaded cassian, he loved the way you were so direct and straightforward. 
two weeks had passed since your arrival, and you kept talking about how you wanted to see the city.
even though it was night, cassian had told you how beautiful it is at night, leading the two of you to the balcony.
approaching you, cassian took your hand and when you looked away from him he placed a finger under your chin and forced you to look at him "you're safe with me, sweetheart."
your eyes acquired a shine that made cassian's heart skip a beat "promise?"
as he placed a light kiss on your hand, cassian promised you.
the general lifted you in his arms and took flight. your body was invaded by adrenaline, making you hide your head in the male's neck for the first few seconds. but with his encouragement, you opened your eyes.
the sparkle returned to your eyes and you felt like you were in a real fairy tale.
it seemed like a dream — the city lit up by stars, the rainbow bridge, the river under the moonlight, people dancing and singing in the streets.
you were so taken aback by everything that your eyes didn't even look away when cassian spoke. "i have an idea. do you trust me?"
"with my life."
cassian felt the weight of your words, but before he could think too much about them, he hugged you around your waist, making you fall into his embrace and stay underneath him.
cassian descended his flight and took you straight to the river where he lowered you until your hands could reach the water.
you stretched out your arms and felt the cold water tickle you making you laugh nonstop. you traveled the entire river, until cassian lifted you higher again, but you kept your arms open the whole time.
it seemed like you were really flying.
freedom and magic had never seemed more beautiful to you.
you smiled all night.
•••
dear cassian, today i was invaded by one of the best memories ever. my mother braided my hair for church and i couldn't help but blush and giggle almost the entire time. i was greeted by strange looks from her but it didn't bother me at all. how could it be when i was thinking about you? that night was special, wasn't it? i know it was for me. with love, y/n
today was one of those days.
the one that cassian just wanted to end. his mother's birthday was always a difficult day for him, and if he could, he would just skip it completely. 
in an attempt to feel better, cassian went in search of the only thing that offer him comfort these days. 
three knocks on the wooden door and a second later, cassian entered the room and upon seeing your smiling face, the tension that tormented him left his body.
you greeted him with a smile so big that it almost disarmed the general completely.
"hey, big boy." several giggles followed your greeting.
cassian couldn't help the giggles that also came out of him, as he closed the door and headed towards the bed where you were sitting.
"hey, little one." cassian was enjoying this new type of flirting — innocent and pure, true and funny, with no ulterior motives. 
you were already ready for bed. your nightgown was white and one of the straps was hanging down because you were finishing braiding your hair. 
his troat got a little dry.
"are you okay? you look a little sad." 
cassian's eyes shifted back to yours, and his heart warmed at your kindness. 
"i'm fine. it's just one of those days." 
understanding dawned on your face, "well, lucky for you, i have the best medicine for that." 
amusement filled cassian's face. raising an eyebrow, he asked "it's that so?" 
nodding your head, you grabbed his hand and led him to sit in front of you on the floor. 
cassian ignored the feeling of your bare legs on either side of his shoulders, your soft and smooth skin touching the skin of his arms. 
moments later, cassian felt his hair being combed on one side while the other was caressed by your fingers. 
the general immediately relaxed. closing his eyes, he let his back fall against the bed, filling all the space between you.
"my grandmother used to do this to me when i was little, especially when i was sad. it was impossible not to feel better after."
"were you close?" cassian found himself asking. 
"a lot, there were times when i considered her more my mother than my own mother." 
"you must have loved her very much."
several giggles came out of you. "i did, but we never used that expression." 
through the mirror, you watched cassian frown in confusion, causing you to laugh again "what do you mean?"
"my grandmother was a complicated woman. when she was younger, she didn't believe in love. she thought it was impossible to love someone more than anything." 
cassian listened attentively to every word you said.
"until she met my grandfather. she said that whenever she was with him, her heart beat faster, as if it was beating for him, and not for her. as if her heart belonged to him." 
cassian found your face in the mirror, and the smile you wore as you brushed his hair made him give a matching smile. 
you were talking with so much love, so much adoration.
"whenever she wanted to express her love for my grandfather, she would say 'my heart beats for you'. i've always loved that expression, i think it's much more sincere than the other one to be honest." 
your expression of adoration was replaced by one of surprise "i've never told anyone this before."  
cassian realized what you meant behind those words and before he could stop himself, he took a leap of confidence.
"today would be my mother's birthday." 
and so, the two of you talked all night long. 
cassian told you about his mother, about his  childhood, about the war, about everything.
you hugged him, wiped his tears, and kissed his cheeks — he blushed but you pretended you didn't notice.
you ended up braiding his hair while telling him how you wanted to be a teacher and open your own school for girls and boys because in your village only men could study.
how you wanted to help improve the future lives of those girls who were just as deserving of a good life as any boy. 
cassian found himself wondering how could you be this perfect and how lucky he felt that he was the one to find you.
in the future, when anyone asked him about the moment he fell in love with you, cassian would talk about this night. 
•••
dear cassian, i miss my days in prythian. i miss you. i don't want to be human anymore. i want you. y/n
the restaurants cassian took you to so you could sample the delicious food velaris offered, including the bakeries where cassian discovered you had a sweet tooth for chocolate cake. he found himself wiping chocolate off your chin several times.
the nights at rita's where you and rhysand did karaoke side by side, acting like superstars.
your chess battles with amren, and how she could never win a single game against you, always claiming that you were cheating.
the girls' nights with morrigan, and the shopping trips she took you on.
the reading time with azriel, where just the company of each other was enough for you.
the training sessions between azriel and cassian that brought your not-so-decent scenarios with the general to life in your mind.
the night flights in cassian's arms.
the nights when you always braided his hair so that it wouldn't get knotted while he slept.
your discovery of green herbal tea that helped cassian with his allergies.
the night you outlined cassian's tattoos as a way to help him relax after a hard day.
and your favorite. your birthday when the inner circle organized a surprise party for you and cassian gave you what become your favorite piece of clothing — a purple dress with white flowers.
•••
dear cassian, the first rain has come to my village and with it has brought back some memories. i spent most of the afternoon sitting by the window just to appreciate the view. when i was questioned from my mother about my doings, i gave her this same answer and she looked at me strangely, saying that there was nothing beautiful to appreciate. oh, cass, how wrong she is. i haven't been able to get you out of my head since the first drops touched the earth. what a special day that was for us. dare i say one of the best? i will cherish that day forever as long as my memory allows it, but i know that it will always remain in my heart. how could i forget, when that was the day i felt alive again in a long time? i just hope you felt the same way. with love, y/n
it was raining non-stop.
what had started out as a sunny day had quickly turned into a gray one.
you and cassian struggled not to slip on the wet dirt as you ran to the cabin.
the cabin by the lake that rhysand had lent you for a weekend together. you had gone to visit a fair that was taking place in a nearby village before the rain changed your plans.
cassian knew that your time together was coming to an end, and that this was rhys's way of letting you say goodbye to each other, and for that, he was grateful.
holding hands, only your laughter and the rain were audible.
looking at you, cassian saw your smile, the one he likes so much. a pang sounded in his heart and forced him to stop.
"what's wrong?" you asked when you noticed.
"i don't know what you're doing to me."
confusion fell over your face "what?"
"the things you're making me feel. i've never felt anything like this before."
the world stopped. suddenly, it was just you and him, him and you. the only audible sound was the beating of your hearts.
"my heart beats for you." he confessed, "he's been beating for you for some time now."
several tears ran down your face and your breath got caught in your throat.
this was really happening.
a big smile formed on your face "my heart beats for you, too."
a great sigh of relief left his mouth, with a smile that matched yours, the general didn't waste another moment to do what he had been dreaming of doing for weeks.
he kissed you with all his strength.
you who were stealing his heart since the day he saw you.
you returned the kiss immediately encouraging cassian to deepen the kiss, making you lean back a little.
taking advantage of this new change, cassian took the opportunity to wrap his hands around the back of your thighs, propelling you upwards, making you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.
the male carried you to cabin, and then to the bedroom, whose door was opened with a kick without ever breaking the kiss.
cassian supported his knees on the mattress, lowering your bodies until your back rested gently on the surface of the bed.
his hands traveled your body, while your hands slid down the width of his back, feeling every muscle he had there under your palms.
your hands continued their path until they reached the hem of his shirt. when you showed your intention to lift it, your action was interrupted by cassian.
"wait." he asked, leaning on his knees and holding your small wrists in his too-large hands.
"is there a problem?"
your legs continued to rest on either side of cassian's legs, you showed no intention of moving.
"you're human."
your eyes dropped to the skirt of your dress, a pang of shame reaching your heart. you couldn't help but think that maybe he didn't want to do this because you would never be able to satisfy him like the females in his world.
after all, you are just a simple human while they look like goddesses compared to you.
"no, it's not that."
your eyes immediately flew to meet those brown ones. cassian approached and ran a hand over your face.
"trust me, it's not that. i've never wanted anyone like i want you, but. . . "
your hand rested on his, which was on your cheek, heating up with each movement of the male.
"i'm afraid i might hurt you. i'm much stronger than you and i don't want to hur-"
"you could never hurt me." you were quick to interrupt him and the feeling of relief that filled you was welcome.
he wants you, but he's just afraid of hurting you.
your heart skipped a beat at his kindness.
"i know you'd never hurt me, cass. it's okay, i want this." this time, you were the one caressing his face, "i trust you."
oh, if you only knew how much those three words had an effect on him.
never in his four hundred years had cassian ever felt this way about anyone.
someone who made him feel alive.
someone who gave him a purpose.
nodding, cassian was quick to kiss you again, and when you tried to take off his shirt again, he didn't stop you.
standing up, he undid his pants, button by button. you watched as his pants slid down his muscular thighs.
now in just his boxers, you took in the incredible sight of the warrior he was — his muscles, his tattoos, and those strands of hair tied in a bun while the rest remained loose.
an absolute god.
what an impossible mission it was to meet this male and not fall madly in love with him.
cassian broke the last step when his boxers joined the pile of his clothes on the floor.
you couldn't stop your gaze from lingering on his length for longer than it should have.
a chuckle from cassian broke your trance and you tried to hide your blushing cheeks as you stood up and stood in front of him with your back turned.
you felt the male's breathing get heavier as you gently slid your hair over one shoulder, giving him a view of the zipper of your dress.
cassian's hands were shaking slightly as the general began to slide the clasp all the way down, being greeted by your bare back.
a kiss was placed at the beginning of your spine, sending shivers down it, while two large hands slid the dress off your shoulders until it fell to the floor.
when you found cassian's face again, you watched as his eyes traveled over your body, memorizing every detail.
with your eyes still on his, you lay back down on the mattress. cassian followed you, resting his forearms on the sides of your head.
his fingers traveled through your hair while his lips were busy kissing you.
the kiss took another turn when the kisses strayed to your cheek, followed by your neck and down your chest until they reached your belly and stopped just below your belly button.
cassian lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours in a silent question.
"yes."
he placed one last kiss on your belly before his hands grabbed the fabric of your underwear and slid them down your legs.
several light kisses were placed on the inside of your thighs as the male made another round of kisses until he reached your lips.
when his hips aligned with yours, you felt a pressure at your entrance that caused a new sensation in your belly.
cassian grabbed one of your arms, lifting and bending it over your head before intertwining your fingers with his and holding it there.
his other hand slid down your thigh until he lifted it and held it higher on his hip.
"are you sure?"
a nod wasn't enough for the male who preferred words for what was about to happen.
"words, baby."
your heart skipped another beat. could this male be more perfect?
with a look of love written all over your face, you said "make me yours."
cassian fell apart at your words and as quick as a snap of his fingers, his heart surrendered to you completely.
lifting his hips slightly, cassian pushed inside and a strange sensation invaded you.
he made sure his movement was slow and gentle so as not to hurt you, until he was completely inside.
your heart was racing as was your breathing, as you tried to get used to this new sensation that could be described as strange, a little painful but at the same time pleasant.
cassian stood still for a few seconds, using his free hand to caress your hair "relax, baby."
following his advice, your muscles relaxed and the tension disappeared from your body, leaving only pleasure.
giving the male an indication to continue, cassian moved slowly and gently with each encounter of your hips.
as you got used to it, his thrusts became deeper and more precise.
your moans mixed with cassian's grunts, your bodies moving in harmony.
your body exploded and you found yourself sailing in a sea of pleasures where each sensation left you feeling incredible.
just when you thought it couldn't get any better, cassian wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing you closer, and held both of your hands above your head as he took a few minutes to explore your chest.
sucking and biting, you were left with love marks all over your skin.
this is where you wanted to be. in this bed, in the arms of this male.
you wanted to display all these marks of love so that everyone could know that the two of you belonged together.
you remained wrapped in each other until the next morning sun came to greet you.
•••
the day you and cassian had to say goodbye is not one he wants to remember.
it was months later, during one of the parties organized by the high lord in the hewn city.
after a night full of laughter, dancing and food, an attempt on rhys's life occurred. the inner circle was quick to act but not before one of the attackers hurt you.
madja was able to heal some of your injuries but due to your human nature, the others would take longer to heal.
guilt consumed cassian, reminding him how fragile you were compared to them.
cassian could not be selfish with you and make you stay in his world just so he could be with you.
he held you in his arms, kissing you and telling how much his heart beats for you.
the next morning, you woke up in your village with the a ghost feeling of strong arms around you as last memory.
•••
my love, i'm getting married. i understand that this may come as a big surprise but this time is different. i'm ready for a life beyond my parents' reach. his name is liam, we have known each other since we were children when he lived across the house from me. i met him again when i was returning from church, i learned that he recently lost his wife to a virus in a village in the north. he returned to his parents' house after his wife's funeral to start over. we have kept in touch ever since and life has led us to take the next step. we are not in love, not even close, but we are friends, we enjoy each other's company and we both want the same thing and guess what? liam loved my idea of being a teacher and opening a small school. he is a good man, he treats me very well and supports my dreams, i think everything will be fine. i bought my wedding dress the other day and i couldn't help but think about the beautiful dresses i would find in velaris and how pretty you would look in a suit at the altar. oh, cass, how i wish it was you. how i wish it was you to whom i would say those two little words. i still have some preparations to make until the wedding day, next friday. and i already know that if he ever goes off the rails, all i have to do is describe to him an illyrian general who would be happy to settle scores with him. i miss you, cass. my heart beats for you. forever yours, y/n
cassian was nervous.
he knew he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't stop himself from coming.
a part of him believed that you wanted him here, that the mention of your wedding day had been intentional so he could come.
at least, that's what he tried to convince his brothers when rhysand and azriel tried to stop him.
the sun had set long ago, but the party continued.
cassian watched the light emitted by the windows of the small church and the music that was playing inside.
several voices laughing and singing could be heard through the thin wood.
cassian paced back and forth, wondering what he should do.
the male walked a few steps towards the church only to walk back and find his brothers coming out of the trees.
a sigh of annoyance left the general's mouth, who received looks of understanding from his brothers.
"you can't be here, cass," rhysand told him for what seemed like the hundredth time since that letter had reached his brother's hands.
"what am i supposed to do, rhys?" pain showed in cassian's brown eyes, causing a pang of pain in his brothers hearts.
"my girl is in there getting married to a guy who isn't me."
azriel approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder and lightly squeezing him. "we know, but it's dangerous for you to be here, brother. what if someone sees you?"
"i'm not afraid of them, az." cassian gave him an incredulous look, as if the male didn't know what he was made of.
"i'm not talking about you," cassian's confusion was enough for him to continue. "y/n is in there. if someone sees you and tries to hurt you, she'll step in and stop it from happening. and then what? what do you think they'd do to her if they found out you were the person she was with while she was away?"
cassian's stomach turned at the mere thought of someone being capable of hurting you.
you who radiate kindness and gentleness.
"he's right, cass. not all humans are understanding, many of them would never accept the fact that y/n chose you over one of them." rhysand added.
cassian hung his head in defeat and with a simple nod, conveyed his understanding to his brothers.
just as they turned their backs on the church and prepared to leave, a honey-sweet voice stopped them.
"cass?"
a wave of electricity invaded the male's body and a sense of relief filled him.
he would recognize that voice anywhere. even if he was at the ends of the world, he would recognize you.
cassian's knees nearly gave out when he turned around and found the most beautiful bride he had ever seen.
you were on the church porch. your hair was tied up in a bun with a bridal pin on top holding a transparent, shiny veil.
you displayed a white shiny dress that started with a sweetheart neckline whose fabric hugged your form until your hips and then cascaded down to your feet.
you were mesmerizing with the starlight completing you.
cassian forgot how to breathe.
if his time came at that precise moment, he would die happy.
"cass!" your eyes lit up as your feet carried you to him.
cassian ran to you and when you threw yourself into his arms, he held you as if his life depended on it.
he inhaled your scent, memorized the softness of your skin and recorded the sound of your laughter.
cassian would stay in this position forever, with you in his arms, safe, happy and loved.
but that was interrupted when you ended the hug and pulled away just long enough to firmly grab his face and kiss him directly on his lips.
cassian kissed you back immediately. a kiss that told him so much even without words spoken in between.
how much you missed him, how much you loved him and how much to desire to be with him.
when the kiss ended, your foreheads remained together with your hands still on each other's cheeks, as you tried to calm your hearts and catch your breath.
a light laugh from you broke the silence "i missed you."
"i missed you too, baby."
"we missed you too, y/n" rhys's voice reached your ears, making you turn in the arms of your male and look in the direction of his brothers.
azriel and rhysand raised their hands together in greeting, goofy smiles on their faces.
"i missed you too, boys," your eyes redirected to those brown who invaded your dreams "but not as much as your pretty brother here."
cassian blushed, looking away from you and hiding his face in your neck, leaving his brothers giggling and mocking him.
the small moment of tenderness didn't last long when a pair of footsteps reached the ears of the illyrians, making them go into defense mode.
cassian quickly placed you behind him while rhysand and azriel joined his sides with weapons ready.
not far away, a sharp scream broke through the garden and a small 'pum' echoed beneath your feet.
before anything tragic could happen, you stepped in front of the males, trying to contain your laughter.
"it's okay! it's liam!"
liam — the human on the ground — was in a fetal position, with his head hidden in his knees and his arms wrapped around them.
"please, don't hurt me." he begged.
"liam," you tried to stifle your laughter but failed as you helped him up, "they're not going to hurt you, you idiot."
"oh," liam let out a small nervous laugh as he adjusted his coat and pants. "well, that's good. thank you."
the males put away their weapons as they observed what was your new husband.
the smile that adorned your face at the scene that had just taken place did not go unnoticed by them.
as you linked your arm with liam's, you approached the males and made the proper introductions.
"liam, this is rhysand and azriel." you paused briefly as the three shook hands.
a look of love took over your face "and this is cassian," a brief pause, enough for your eyes to regain that shine that was meant only for him "my cassian."
the male's heart skipped a beat and began beating so fast that he only realized it when his brothers' giggles started again.
clearing his throat and composing himself, cassian ignored the two idiots on the left and looked at liam.
he didn't know what to expect from the man's reaction but it was definitely not what displayed next.
"it's very nice to meet you, sir. i heard great things about you."
"you did?" cassian asked suprised.
you were the one to answer this time "i told liam about us. he's not like the others."
liam shook hands with cassian, before stepping back and exclaiming "i'll give you two a moment alone," looking at you he continued "i'll be inside when you're ready."
gratitude and joy filled your eyes bringing tears to the surface "thank you, liam."
"of course." liam replied as he took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
already heading towards the church, liam was stopped in his tracks, with a voice he knew belonged to a general without even looking back.
"yes?" he asked as he found cassian's face again.
cassian looked at you — at your eyes that shone every time you looked at him and as he ran a hand over your face, he placed his hand on the back of your neck bringing you into a hug.
as soon as your face touched his chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist, one of his hands remained on your neck while the other found your waist.
your body immediately relaxed against his and cassian had to look away from you as tears invaded his eyes.
he had to clear his throat before proceeding "take care of my girl."
liam gave him a genuine smile that showed cassian he could trust him. "i will. you have my word."
with a nod from the male, liam continued on his way until he entered the church.
a simple look at his brothers told them what cassian wanted.
a moment alone with you — the last one.
azriel and rhysand placed a kiss on the top of your head in turn before leaving.
there in the middle of a garden, in the moonlight, you and cassian danced.
"my heart beats for you." you said it one last time.
"my heart beats for you, baby."
you danced together for a long time.
the dance that was supposed to be witnessed by the whole world on your wedding day.
but instead, only the stars got to witnessed it.
•••
dear cassian, today marks two months since i started teaching. the renovations were finished a few weeks after the wedding and the school is finally up and running. the first few days were difficult, many girls didn't show up because some parents still believed that education is only for boys but i think the gods are on my side. by the fourth week there were so many girls and boys that there wasn't room for one more person. many of the children had to sit on the tables and windowsills, can you believe it? the children are contagious and have such a curiosity to learn that it fills my heart with joy. liam and i have been married for six months. we found a nice house near the lake and everything is going well. we are planning a trip to the mainland at the end of the year. it will be our honeymoon since we didn't have the chance after the wedding. i hope you are all well. with love, y/n
on top of a tree planted in a garden in front of a small school, a large illyrian general struggled with his weight to stay stable in the branches.
on the general's face was one of the biggest smiles he had ever shown.
his eyes were fixed on the scene that was unfolding a few feet away from him on the ground.
in the middle of the garden, in front of a small school, there was you. — his girl.
cassian watched as you stood in the middle of a circle, singing and clapping, while the children danced around you with smiles on their faces — faces full of a happiness caused by you.
the scene brought tears to his eyes.
you were happy.
your dream had come true.
and it was at that precise moment that he knew he had made the right decision in letting you go.
•••
dear cassian, i've been very busy with school and the children. it's been rewarding to be able to be a part of these little beings who grow more and more with each passing day. liam is doing well, we celebrated his birthday a few weeks ago. we're both very happy and our relationship gets better every day. this is a very special time for us, especially now that we've discovered that our family of two will soon become a family of three. who would have thought, me as a mom, can you imagine? my little bump is already noticeable and the baby kicked for the first time the other day. i already love this baby so much. i'm happy. with love, y/n
"where have you been?"
rhysand's voice attacked cassian's mind with a tone too loud.
cassian was sitting on the couch with several empty bottles of alcohol at his feet and tears streaming down his face.
rhys didn't need an answer from his brother to realize where he had gone.
"you went to see her."
more tears ran down cassian's face, and the male took another sip before speaking.
"they were building the crib."
rhysand let out a sigh and approached the male, taking the bottle from him and grabbing his shoulder. "you can't keep doing this to yourself, cassian. you have to let her go."
"i can't," cassian began to sob, "i don't want to."
without any way of predicting it, rhys rocked back as cassian hugged him.
the high lord's heart broke for his brother — his love for you was unquestionable.
"she looked so beautiful, rhys," the sobs grew louder, "she was wearing the purple dress with white flowers and . . . and her little bump was showing."
rhys hugged his brother tightly, showing him that he was there for him.
"i want her back. i want my girl back."
cassian fell asleep crying.
•••
dear cassian, my babygirl is here. on a summer night, cassie marie came into this world screaming and kicking. she is absolutely perfect. liam and i decided to name her after the loves we lost, i hope you like it. cassie has my hair and liam's nose but somehow she has your eyes and according to liam, marie's freckles. if this isn't a gift from the gods, then i don't know what is. cassie is now four months old, she's always smiling and communicating in her sweet way. you should see her, cassian, she's so beautiful. sometimes i let myself wonder what it would be like if she had little bat wings and black hair. even after all this, my heart still beats for you. with love, y/n
on the porch of a house by the lake, sitting in a rocking chair, a mother sang to her newborn daughter.
the beautiful girl listened attentively to her mother's voice, who looked at her with all the love in the world reflected in her blue eyes.
the baby smiled from time to time, babbling here and there, trying to join her mother.
cassian watched from the shadows.
the scene unfolding before his eyes brought him peace — a peace mixed with a certain kind of pain.
unable to help himself, he also imagined what it would be like if that little girl had small bat wings and black hair.
he imagined what it would be like to be able to hold those two precious things in his arms and be able to call them his own.
cassian couldn't hold back the tears.
that was the last time he ever saw you.
•••
dear cassian, it's been so long since my last letter. a lot has changed since then. liam and i have now been married for eight years, cassie is six, wren is three and lucy just turned one. liam and i moved to a bigger house about two years ago. our children are our greatest blessings, cassie loves to paint and read, wren has developed a new obsession with bugs and rocks, and lucy loves it when i sing to her. i wish i could slow down time so they wouldn't grow up so fast. my father passed away last year after catching a bad case of the flu, but don't worry, i'm better now. i'm glad father got to meet lucy before he left us. my birthday is coming up and I'll be thirty-two soon. it feels like a lifetime ago since i met you. every time i see cassie's eyes, i see you and my heart fills with love and good memories. my heart still beats for you, cass. with love, y/n
•••
dear cassian, how time flies. i can't remember the last letter i wrote you. cassie is twenty now and has a boyfriend who liam isn't very happy with. she wants to be a teacher like me and one day when she's ready, she'll take my place at school. wren is almost eighteen and has decided he wants to be a doctor like his dad. he's been helping liam at the clinic lately. the first few days were hard, he threw up a few times but he's getting the hang of it. lucy loves nature. flowers, animals, trees, anything that involves it. she doesn't know what she wants to be yet but she's still young and has a lot of time until then. everything is going well. with love, y/n
•••
dear cassian, i'm a grandmother. last week, my cassie gave birth to a beautiful boy. the boyfriend that liam didn't like ended up proving himself to us and three years later, he and my little girl tied the knot. my grandson is beautiful, just like his mother. cassie has already taken my place at school and can't stop talking about how excited she is to go back. in a few months, it will be my son's turn to marry with girl who used to be my student. they make a beautiful couple. lucy ended up opening a bookstore and she's so happy. liam and i retired about a year ago and with all our babies out of the house and their lives organized, our house has become emptier and quieter. i'm not a big fan of this, but it's been useful because we have been taking advantage of this time to travel more, like we always wanted to. life has been good to me. with love, y/n
•••
my love, i turned eighty-three today. my family threw me a big surprise party surrounded by family and friends, it was one of the best i've ever had. i already have five grandchildren, did you know? my lucy had her first a few months ago. lately, i've been thinking a lot about the life i've built, about everything i've experienced. time is starting to pass by me, cass, i can feel it in my bones. it hurts me to say that i don't remember you anymore. no matter how hard i try, i can't remember your face or your voice but do you know what i can still remember? that my heart beats for you just as it always has. live well, cass. be happy and when your time comes, look for me in the next life. my heart will forever belong to you. forever yours, your girl, y/n
•••
the letter arrived on a gray morning.
the sun was hidden behind the clouds as if it was too afraid to come say 'hi'.
it was a strange morning, cassian thought.
despite the fact that it was already the last days of summer, pryhtian was still a few weeks away from welcoming the next season.
the inner circle was in the living room having breakfast at the house of wind.
nuala entered the room with a letter sealed that was resting on a white porcelain platter.
a huge smile immediately spread across the general's face.
after all, it was the first thursday of the month and everyone knew what that meant — a letter from you.
cassian didn't wait for nuala to cross the room to him. standing up as quickly as possible, wiping his hands on the pants fabric, cassian walked over to her.
he thanked the half-wraith, still with his mouth full, as he hurried to take the letter out and open it.
a few steps away, sitting at the oak table, his family studied with amusement in their eyes and genuine smiles.
cassian wasn't the only one who looked forward to your letters and the words contained in them — the first thursday of the month was always a day of great excitement for everyone, even for your old chess partner.
but, unfortunately, this wasn't a normal thursday.
the members of the inner circle were quick to notice this when cassian's behavior changed.
how he remained with his back turned, instead of turning around ready to share the letter with them;
how his knees began to weaken, instead of running back to the table smiling;
how his breathing became rapid and strangled, instead of letting out several laughs;
how from one moment to the next, everything changed.
cassian fell to his knees.
a second — that was all it took for his heart to stop.
a strangled sound of pain woke azriel and rhysand from their trances and they ran to their brother's aid.
morrigan and amren followed them, staying just a few steps away from where the three brothers were now on the ground.
four strong arms wrapped around cassian's body, whose chest shook with pain as his tears fell onto the abandoned letter on the floor, blurring the various words written on it.
through their brother's tears, the two males could only make out one sentence that remained untouched.
their hearts were immediately struck, as if someone had ambushed them and stolen a part of them.
tears that matched cassian's gathered in his family's eyes.
grief invaded them in the worst possible way.
you had died in your sleep.
the sun did not shine that day.
•••
she was lost for words.
she would never have imagined the depth of your love story with cassian.
now it all made sense.
the fact that he was scared by the revelation of the bond — the fact that he was insecure and afraid to accept it.
"i need you to understand that a part of my heart will always belong to her."
cassian began by saying, his eyes never meeting nesta's.
"after y/n, i never went back to being with another woma-" clearing his throat, he adjusted his position on the bed "with another female."
"for decades i couldn't even look at another female with that intention. y/n completely disarmed me."
a hoarse laugh escaped his lips "she turned my world upside down. she changed me for the better and showed me a life i never thought i was worthy of. so i need you to understand this before you make a decision about the bond."
his eyes met nesta's face for the first time.
"no matter how many years, decades, centuries pass, i will never, ever stop loving her. she was the one who made my heart beat for the first time, and even after one hundred and seventy-two years since she left this world. . .my heart continues to beat for her and it always will."
for the second time that day, nesta was lost for words.
she couldn't comprehend that kind of love — a love so deep, so true, so powerful.
she hoped that one day she could be blessed and experience it.
even though she knew that cassian would never love her like he loved you — to her surprise, that didn't bother her.
"i understand," a soft smile appeared on her lips and nesta felt relieved when cassian mimicked her, "you really loved her, huh?"
the male nodded several times before confessing out loud "more than life itself."
a moment of silence followed before cassian got up from the bed and walked towards his dresser.
underneath a set of clothes, the male took out a parchment.
on his way to nesta, he held it against his chest as if he was assimilating everything that was happening before stopping in front of her.
"she left you a letter." cassian surprised her and handed her a parchment before retreating to the balcony.
nesta stared at the parchment in her hands for a while, trying to figure out the meaning behind those words.
clarity dawned on her — not for her, but for cassian's future wife.
your consideration warmed her heart. rhysand was right — you really did have a gift for stealing people's hearts.
nesta broke the seal and a sweet smell invaded her space.
honey — your scent, nesta realized. she unrolled the letter and read it.
hello, future lady general, my name is y/n and if you are reading this letter, then i assume that cass has already told you about me. i can see that we are both lucky to have such a male in our lives. i don't know how much about our story cass has already told you but by now you must be aware that i am human. or that i was, depending when you're reading this. even though my heart beats for him, we're not meant to be, so i'm writing this letter to tell you a little bit about this amazing male that rocked my world. he's kind, honest, loyal, loving, funny, and so pretty. even though he thinks 'pretty' is a cheesy word, believe me, he likes it when people call him that. he loves flying at night, especially on summer nights. he's a big fan of music. he loves to eat, but he hates eating alone. it reminds him of his childhood in windhaven, so even if you're not eating, sit with him. he had a rough childhood and sometimes he lets those memories get to him, so on those days don't talk to him, just hug him and show him that you're there for him. he has allergies, a lot of them, so in the spring, make him a green herbal tea, it always works. he loves having his hair brushed and braided (he'll never admit it), especially at night before going to bed, that way he won't wake up with knots in his hair. and he loves kisses. in his cheek, in his nose, in his forehead, in his lips, so whenever you get a chance kiss him. it may be a little difficult at first, he has some difficulty in opening up but don't give up on him, he's worth it. please take care of my cass, he can be a little grumpy sometimes, but he's an incredible male who deserves the stars and so much more. make him laugh, make him smile, make him cry, make him scream, make him feel, make him live. make him my cassian again, and not the cassian he will became when my time in this world comes to an end. love him, appreciate him, enjoy him, protect him, accept him. make him yours. i hope your heart beats for him, just like mine still does. thank you, y/n
tears filled nesta archeron's eyes.
the female needed to take a few deep breaths for her heart to recover from what she had just read.
this letter was the only thing she needed to realize how much you had loved cassian and how easy it had been for him to fall in love with you.
who wouldn't? you seemed perfect.
she found cassian on the balcony with his arms resting on the wall and his head down.
the older archeron sister didn't even want to imagine the pain that her mate had felt throughout these years for his late love.
in that moment, nesta knew that she could never replace you, and not even she wanted that, but she wanted to do exactly what you had left in the letter for her.
to do what, unfortunately, you were only able to do for a short period of time and somehow be able to bring comfort to your soul knowing that your cassian was in good hands.
her gray eyes drifted to the letters that remained on the bed.
her eyes traveled through them but the only thing she could focus on was those pages.
the pages that were proof of cassian's grieve.
the pages that were marked by tears.
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sansaorgana · 9 months ago
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Ok but Buck getting jealous or riled up from a British Air Force trying to get at his gal 👀
EDIT: I've just realized I totally misread this and didn't notice it's about BRITISH Air Force sdfghjkl; I hope you forgive me 🤣 I'm an idiot, I swear to God. feel free to send it again so I'll write another one!!!
hi, babe 🧸 thank you for your request 💗 Buck and reader are in America while this short fic takes place. let's say he got a few weeks off to spend at home 🏡
i currently have 2 more requests in my inbox but i was busy watching the bear today and now i have a slight migraine so i'll deal with them tomorrow, sorry xx
my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗
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"What are you thinking of, doll?" his deep voice made you look up and blink a few times like you couldn't believe that he was there; back in your arms, so close and so warm. You were slow dancing together with Buck for the past half an hour but you couldn't focus on the moment even though you knew you should. He wasn't back for good. Not yet.
"You've only a few missions left," you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled before leaning in to look deep into your eyes.
"Aw, don't think 'bout it, babe. I left it behind for a few weeks, yes?" he pecked your lips and you tried to smile. "Come on, why the long face?"
"I'm sorry," you sniffled back the tears forming in the corners of your eyes and shook your head.
"Makes me think you're not happy to see me back in town," he teased and spun you around gently before pressing you close to him again. "What? Won't be able to see a loverboy for a while?"
"Don't be stupid, Buck. There ain't no loverboy but you," you chuckled finally and pushed him softly.
"There better not be 'cause I'd have to fix his face right."
"Sure thing, big man," you gave him a wide smile and cupped his face to caress his cheeks. You loved seeing your hands on him. You especially loved seeing your engagment ring on your finger. "You look so handsome in that suit, Cleven."
"That's Major Cleven for you, big mouth," he winked at you and you pulled a face to make him laugh.
"Fetch me something to drink, will you, Major Cleven?" you leaned in to kiss his cheek and asked. "All that dancing made me thirsty."
"Yes, ma'am," he nodded and walked you back to the table that had been occupied by you two before. He grabbed his cap to put it back on his head and approached the bar.
In the meantime, you opened your purse and tried to find a compact mirror with the powder to fix your shining nose and forehead. You didn't notice that some man stood above you. When you were done with your looks, you closed the mirror with a loud pop sound and you almost jumped in your seat at the sound of a tall dark-haired guy that kept staring at you.
"Excuse me?" you asked and looked him up and down. He was wearing a suit like your Buck but he was no Major.
"Um, I'm sorry, I've just noticed a beautiful girl sitting here all by herself and… I thought that, well, uh, I'mma fix that, perhaps…?" he took his cap off and squeezed it nervously with one of his hands as his other one went behind his head to scratch it awkwardly.
"And you are…?" you tried not to laugh at him. He was kind of adorable in that.
"Um… Sergeant… Sergeant Tommy Smith, miss," he introduced himself.
"Sergeant?" you raised an eyebrow. "Have you been to Europe already?"
"No, miss, no, I… I am going soon… It's my last few weeks before I go," he explained and you could see sweat forming upon his forehead. "Can I… Can I perhaps sit down?" he proposed, probably not realizing how bold it was. But he looked like he was about to faint any given moment.
"Sure thing, honey," you moved a little to give him a spot next to you but you tried to find Buck amongst the crowd. You couldn't see him, though, which was no surprise because the place was full of people – airmen, soldiers and their sweethearts... or girls hoping to become sweethearts soon.
"You're so… So kind, miss," Tommy nodded his head at you as he sat next to you. "What are you doing here all alone?"
"Who said I was alone?" you smiled at him and he blushed. "Oh, don't worry, he's not the beating up kind, my man."
Tommy seemed to sigh with relief but then his eyes widened at the sight of someone standing behind you.
"Is… Is that him?"
"Oh, honey, he's not scary at all, my man, he's…" you started with a chuckle but then you turned around and you saw the man that Tommy had been referring to.
It wasn't Buck. He was huge, enormous even. You've never seen an uniform so tight on the muscles like that. And he was tall as well. Wearing sunglasses inside at night type of guy. He was handsome, oh yes, he was. But he had this aura around him as if he had thought that the whole wolrd revolved around him. He was also an airman and he was chewing gum arrogantly.
"Is that kid bothering you, love?" he asked.
"Um… No," you shook your head and tried to find Buck desperately with your eyes but there was still no sight of him. "Not at all," you added.
"I'll g-go now…" Tommy stood up to leave quietly.
"No, don't leave me…" you tried to plead in a whisper but he put his cap back on and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.
So, now you were left with the big guy.
"Finally. These new ones are like pests," he sighed and sat next to you without asking for permission.
"Excuse me…?" you squealed but he only laughed and took his sunglasses off to take a better look at you.
"Why so scared, gorgeous?" he grinned showing off a set of pearly white teeth.
"Care to at least give me your name?" you asked, trying to move as far away as possible while staying discreet.
"Let's say you're about to find out later that night when you're gonna scream it, sugar," he winked at you and you almost gagged.
"Oh, I do believe I already have a name to scream," you stated, deciding that perhaps being as vulgar as him would make him finally get the message. But that was not the case.
"That guy's?" he laughed. "That kid's?"
"No," you shook your head and looked around but Buck wasn't coming.
"Something tells me you're bluffing me, little one," he leaned in and you took a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself down.
"Why would I?" you raised your hand to show him your ring. He hummed and whistled at it.
"Nice piece, baby. But it can mean anything," he insisted. "I think you're just playing hard to get, am I right, sweetheart?"
"Please, I am not interested," you shook your head as he was trying to put his arm around you.
"Why not? You seemed to be interested in the other guy and he was a fucking nobody."
"He was kind… And he wasn't pushy," you tried to get away as he was moving closer and closer.
"What's your name, by the way, sugar?" the man asked.
"Her name is Mrs. Gale Cleven," Buck's familiar, deep and warm voice made you look up as you smiled through the tears of humiliation.
He was standing above you with a drink in his hand and he looked oh-so-pissed like you've never seen him before.
"Shit, man, you mean she's married to that Major Cleven?" the big man let go of you and stood up immediately, grabbing his sunglasses from the table. "Thanks for the heads up, dude. And you are…?"
"Major Gale Cleven, dude," Buck answered angrily and you watched how the creep's smile dropped instantly.
"Oh, there's… There's been some misunderstanding, Major, I… There was a young Sergeant bothering your wife and I…" he started to stutter.
Buck looked at you now and you knew that he wasn't angry at you but his intense bright eyes still caused a chill go down your spine.
"Is that true?" he asked.
"There was a young Sergeant talking to me, I invited him to sit with me. He was friendly," you nodded. "I did not require saving as far as I am concerned… You, on the other hand," you looked at the scared big guy, "you were far from polite and you didn't treat me like a lady at all."
Buck put the glass down loudly in front of you and stared at the guy with contempt as the muscles of his jaw twitched.
"Let's take it outside," he proposed as your eyes widened. Buck was never the type to start a bar fight or anything of that sort. And as much as you believed in your brave Major, you didn't want him to fight that huge man.
"Buck, honey," you stood up to put a hand on his chest, "let him go, he's just drunk. He's not worth getting in trouble."
"I'm sorry Major, I didn't mean to be rude to your wife, sir," the man saluted.
"You only apologize because you know she's my wife. Otherwise you'd keep bothering her," Buck squinted his eyes.
"No, sir."
"Yes, Lieutenant, now get the fuck out of here."
"Sir, yes, sir!" the man saluted for the last time before walking away as fast as possible.
"Buck!" you pushed him gently as your jaw dropped. "Where did you learn such language?"
He didn't answer, however. He sat down, took his cap off and ran his fingers through his hair. You could see his hands shaking from restraining himself. You decided to give him a moment so you just sat down as well and sipped on your drink.
"Thanks for the coke, baby," you whispered eventually.
"You're welcome. The queue was long, sorry 'bout that."
"Oh, no need to be sorry," you caressed his tense arm. "Buck, you're okay?"
"Yeah, um, no," he looked up to meet your gaze and you furrowed your brow. He took your left hand and caressed your knuckles. "We should get married for real."
"I know, baby," you smiled widely, "when you come back to me for good, yes?"
"No, now," he insited all of sudden in a serious tone. "What if I don't come back for good?"
"Oh, don't say that! You've only a few missions left and… And this is supposed to ensure that you come back! God won't let you die when he knows you've a marriage to look forward to!"
"I want you to be safe if I don't come back," he didn't listen to you. "You'll have more privileges as a widow."
"Why are you bringing this up?!" you could feel tears forming in your eyes. "You were the one to tell me to stop thinking about it."
"But that jerk made me realize a thing or two, alright? Shh… Shh…" he cupped your face and kissed you. "Don't you want to be Mrs. Gale Cleven for real, sweetheart?"
"I… I do," you chuckled and nodded.
"God," he sighed and pecked your lips one more time, "thinking of you wearing my surname makes me dizzy more than any turbulence I've ever had to deal with."
"Just you wait and see, Major," you laughed through the tears, "being married to me will be the worst turbulence you'll ever experience."
"I hope that's a promise, doll."
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momoswifee · 19 days ago
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The Fall
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Pairing: Mina x fem!reader
Synopsis:  "Have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted? No, but I once got very close."
Warnings: Grief, death mention, overworking, depression, alcohol consumption, isolation.
w/c: 2997
A/n: Hi!! I'm sorry for taking so long but yay! final chapter!! I'm so happy I finally finished this, I hope everyone who read all of this has enjoyed it, and thank you all for supporting me on this and for reading it!! I'm sorry if this feels rushed by the end, I really tried to write a good ending but yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
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“Mina, you really didn’t have to...” Your father says, smiling at the box she had brought.
“They’re your favourite, I have a shop near my apartment that sells them so it really isn’t that big of a deal…” she dismisses, handing him the expensive box of chocolates. 
“They were her favourite too…” He whispers, smiling at the thought, as he looks down at it. The contrary feeling washes through her. Every time she walks down the street she instinctively looks at it and wishes to go in, to get one of those ridiculously expensive boxes, bring it home and get drunk on your memory. 
Two years had passed, two whole years without you, and she felt like it was yesterday that they took you to the operating room and took you away from her. She had kept her word and had come to your parent's house for dinner occasionally, to remember you, to let them see her as an extension of their kid. 
As soon as she went through the door, a big white ball of fur almost tackled her to the ground. “Hey honey” she says, laughing as Otis excitedly pushes himself onto her, trying to get close. “I missed you too.”
Three months after your passing, Mina had already gone on the press tour, she had already attended the premier, everything to do with her most recent movie was done, and she had nothing to occupy her mind with anymore.
She only had herself, in her big empty apartment to worry about. Otis had been sent to your parents when she started the press tour, she couldn’t take care of him properly. She had never gone to pick him up after.
Once she was home, she could barely get out of bed, she didn’t talk to anyone, she didn’t answer any calls. She just laid there and thought about how you weren’t with her. At one point she did think about going to get Otis back, he was the only thing she had left of you. But as soon as she got in the car, she realized that she hadn’t been good to him, to the only thing you had left behind. If she wasn’t being good to him, she didn’t deserve him. He had gotten older, he was 10 now, and she had met him when he was 3, but he still greeted her the same.
“You’ve been working a lot,” Your mom starts, once they’re all at the table. “Have you been taking care of yourself?”
“I have a pretty good agent,” Mina replies, laughing, trying to show that she is happy with it, that it is something that she’s doing because she knows it’s good for her career. “I’ve been offered pretty good opportunities, I’m just trying to make the best out of it.”
The truth is, she took on the most challenging jobs possible so that she never had to think about you more than she had too. She needed to keep you out because it had been two years and if she heard a sound of a leave being crunched while she was walking she would automatically think that it was you who was coming to her. If she heard someone knock at her door, she would think that it was you who was knocking. Every time she went to the supermarket and decided to buy oranges, she would freeze because it reminded her of your citrus smell, she decided to just not consume oranges again. The mere mention of hockey would almost send her into a spiral. 
She hated that she would spend more time remembering you, than she had spent by your side, so, she focused on everything that had nothing to do with you. She would become another person, she would impersonate the character, she would absorb their essence and forget you. 
After lunch, Mina offered to take Otis on a walk, to go into the town, maybe get some groceries if needed. “Have you been having fun, buddy?” She asks, receiving an almost enthusiastic bark from him. She missed him, but she knew it was for the best.  
She hadn’t been to the town for a while, now usually her parents went to her, they knew she wanted to avoid it. At maximum, she would go to only their house or your parents and then leave. She honestly surprised herself when she offered to take Otis on a walk to town.
Once she had reached the center, what she saw first was your old shop, now turned bakery. She remembered the talk with your parents, how it was just you who was working there, there really was no need to keep it open, it would be best to leave the spot open for another business. 
The little bakery looked good, she got curious. She got closer. Inside were little cakes, cookies of all forms, pastries of all kinds, everything you used to love. A little tug from Otis prompted her to slightly look to her left, and there Jihyo was. She felt her heart stop. She had let her hair grow, her face had more set features, her smile lines still intact. She was laughing with some friends. She looked happy, so she did what she did best, she ran away. 
“So we have a scheduled photoshoot until 4 pm and right after that you’ll be doing that interview because of your most recent nomination…”
Oh yeah, the nomination. Her role had been moving to many, so she had been told, it had been good enough to be considered for one of the biggest awards there were: an Oscar. 
“The driver will be there to pick you up after the shoot, and I’ll meet you at the script read ok?” Her manager, Miyawaki Sakura, an angel sent from heaven, said. 
Sakura, although a bit younger than Mina, had always been there for her, and more recently, had been trying to help her skyrocket her career as well as keep her healthy. After she had heard what had happened with her last manager, the over working, the whole episode where she went to the hospital, all she wanted was for Mina to have a safe and healthy environment at work, while still achieving her career goals. 
While she was being photographed, watched by people she didn’t know, all she could do was pose, blank her mind, just do whatever she was told. While she was being interviewed she did more of the same, answered the questions simply, always showing gratitude, always with her practised smile plastered on her face. 
“So Mina! First, congrats on the nomination!” The interviewer kindly says. “I’m sure this feels like a dream! I’m sure you’re getting closer to everything you’ve ever wanted right?”
She smiled politely and agreed with a nod. She continues to answer the questions with an almost excited tone, with a beaming smile. But in the back of her mind, she only heard a series of “no’s” being said right after the kind woman in front of her had asked if she had got closer to everything she had ever wanted. If she had asked this in the early days of her career, she would’ve said yes and meant it. If this had been asked before you had been taken away from her, she would’ve said yes and meant it. Now she said this half-heartedly, only wishing to go back to when she actually had everything, when she had you. 
“She looked happy…” Mina says, a lingering smile on her face as she dusts off the leaves that had fallen on her. “I know you would be disappointed in me for not going up to her, but what could I possibly say to her after all this time?” 
You don’t answer, obviously, you’re not there. There’s only your gravestone with the flowers Mina had brought with her. Purple Hyacinths. 
“I miss you,” she whispers, picking out the little brown leave that rested on top of the stone. You loved autumn. The colours, the leaves, the nights with the soft rain sounding out. She was glad you had been put beneath such a big tree, that now displayed such fiery colours. 
After almost forgetting his presence, Otis makes himself known by huffing as he lays down his head on Mina’s lap, as he stares at the stone in front of them. 
All of this is way too familiar to Mina, taking Otis to see you had become a common outing, and she wishes it hadn’t. She longed for the days that he would run through the orange and red leaves happily while you held her hand and admired the seasonal sight. She hated having to come here with Otis and watch him slowly walk through those same coloured leaves, almost as if he was dreading having to face your grave, just as she was. 
“Otis give it back!” 
Mina felt strange. She felt warm. The sun was hitting her just right, she felt so good. The breeze was hitting her face gently, the sound of splashing water, the birds above her, the branches of the trees swaying with the light breeze. It was perfect. 
“Well, I guess he just doesn’t want to play catch.”
A voice. Oh and what a sweet voice it was. 
“Hm, I’m sure just needs a little break.” She says, smiling instinctively at the person in front of her. The sun blinding her eyes, just letting her see the silhouette. 
“In the meantime I’ll keep you company” It says, sitting right next to her, offering her a smile. Your smile. 
You’re there. You’re there with her. 
She touches your hand, it’s warm. She can feel the heat travel through her body. 
Her right hand, as if gaining a mind of its own, goes straight to your face and her fingers trace your soft features. 
You look at her in amusement, already used to this kind of behaviour. Your smile is quickly replaced by a frown. “Mina, what’s wrong?”
Only then does she notice that she was crying. She doesn’t know why. Everything was fine. 
“I don’t know” Mina laughs, wiping her tears, leaning in to briefly kiss your soft warm lips. 
Everything was perfect. 
“Want to join me in the water?” You whisper into her lips, her hand at the back of your neck, not letting you get away from her that fast. 
The sun was so comforting against her back. She no longer felt that weird sensation. She was good. 
“I think I should stay here for now…” She whispers. 
“Ok.” You get up, gently taking her hand away from yours. “I’ll be waiting for you.” 
You send her a small, sad, smile as you leave, going in Otis direction. 
Suddenly a big thud is heard and Mina jolts awake in a cold sweat. She notices that the left side of the bed is empty. 
“Yn?” She quietly calls. Maybe you had gone to the bathroom. Before she thinks about getting up, she looks over to your side of the bed, and at your night stand, lay your dusty glasses. 
 She hated these dreams. She never knew they were dreams, it felt like she was back with you again. She couldn’t appreciate those fictitious moments because she never remembered that you were gone when she entered that dream state. 
You never left her head, you were constantly present, but in the past few weeks, you had come to see her more often as soon as she fell asleep. She would not be able to lie and say that she had been more excited lately to follow a more strict sleep schedule, it was, however, torture, waking up and not having you by her side. 
Her throat burned. Every step she took felt like she was going to fall face down on the dirt. The bottle in her hand getting lighter with each step she took.
“I hate you” She spits out as soon as she sees you. “I hate you. I hate that I won one of the most prestigious awards there are and still the only thing I had on my mind was your name.”
Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n
It was all that was going through her head as she delivered her heartfelt speech. 
“Why can’t you just let me go,” she brokenly whispers as she kneels next to you. Her gold coloured dress now stained with dirt. “It feels like you haunt me, I can never live just a day without thinking about you, and it kills me” 
She says this, knowing that she doesn’t let herself move on. She left your shared house, she left your clothes, your precious peach trees behind. She even left Otis. 
She did however bring your glasses and pose them on a night stand next to her bed, she still wears her engagement ring around her neck, she still hasn’t thrown in the trash your little shampoo bottle you kept at her house, nor all your expired skincare products. Every morning she would wake up, gently massage her face with her precious serum while staring at yours. 
“Some days I wish I had never met you,” The burn down her throat now had become familiar. “I wish I hadn’t met you, so I could live a happy life.” 
Right after those words left her mouth she feels tears streaming down her face. It’s all a lie, the best thing that had ever happened to her was you. It wasn’t the stupid award she had just won, it was the life she had envisioned with you. 
Finally, she starts to feel like her knees are burning so she decides to just rest her body on the stone.
“You promished you wouldn’t leave” she slurs out. “I can’t do this without you…” 
Before she can even try to say anything again, she feels someone’s hand on her shoulder. She allows herself to think that it is you. That you had finally come to take her with you. 
“Mina-” 
Momo. 
“Mina, what are you doing here?” The oldest asks, taking in the sight in front of her. Mina resting against your tombstone, her once golden dress now stained with dirt, her make-up completely ruined. 
“I missed her.”
What was she supposed to say? That she came to yell at you to stop haunting her life? That she lied through her teeth when she had told her cousin about how well she was doing, how excited and anxious she was to learn about the award when in truth she couldn’t care less? 
Thankfully, Momo didn’t press for answers, she just took the bottle from her hand and helped her up, promising to take Mina home and helping her get better. 
On her way home, all she wanted to do was to beg Momo to take her back. She just wanted to be with you. 
Momo hadn’t left her side since her escapade to see you. She stayed with her and kept her company, not wanting to see her baby cousin so distraught and alone. While she did appreciate the caring nature of the oldest girl, all she needed was to be alone. She had already asked Sakura if any job offers or any interesting roles had come up. She just wanted to get back to normal. 
She hadn't been sleeping properly, always too afraid of seeing you in her dreams. The stress of not having any work also didn't help, she felt useless. She had already, deep cleaned the house, re-arranged her closet, bought new curtains, and installed them herself. She needed to keep busy.
“Momo you really don’t have to stay here,” She sighs out, already tired of this recurring conversation. 
“I’m not leaving you alone. Mina, no one knew where you were, you just vanished. Sakura called me worried sick!” Momo exclaims. “I’m not trying to suffocate you, I just want to know that you’re alright.”
“And I am,” She says, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “It was a moment of weakness, I’ve been missing her for a while." She stops. "I’m alright.”
"I-" Momo starts sighing. "You've been trying to keep busy, but have hardly slept. Try to sleep," she says, getting up from her seat. "You must be tired. I have to go to work now, but I'll be back when you wake up alright?"
She thinks about Momo's suggestion after she leaves. The truth is, she doesn't want to sleep. She's just afraid she will see you again in her dreams and not be able to remember and not appreciate her moments with you.
Unfortunately, sleep is stronger than her and she is knocked out before she knows it.
"Are you sure you don't want to get into the water? It's actually pretty nice!"
She remembered everything.
There you were, inside the lake, softly smiling at her, waiting for her response.
She gets up and walks to you. She sits on the pier and lets her feet soak in the water.
It does feel nice.
Your hands go to hold her legs, gently rubbing them.
"I missed you." You whisper as you look up to her.
Her hand goes straight to your face. She can feel your skin. Every bump, every almost-healed acne scar. She can feel you.
"I'm here now." Mina says, looking into your eyes. The eyes she had fallen in love with.
And then she jumps into the water to be with you. All she feels is warmth. She feels your hands holding her waist and pulling her closer. She opens her eyes and sees that you had dipped with her. It reminds her of when you used to kiss her underwater, so she goes and brushes her lips on yours, melting into your touch when you pull her closer to properly feel her lips on yours.
She's happy, and she doesn't even think about ever going up to breathe.
She's with you at last.
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temis-de-leon · 6 months ago
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Day 10 - Surprise kiss
Characters: Leviathan x male!MC
25 kisses challenge Masterlist
Main Masterlist
CW: suggestive, established relationship, mentions of sex between Levi and MC and Levi being a sub (surprise surprise), insecure Levi, loving (and horny) MC
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Levi had never used a grip so strong on him. He felt the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, the stress his poor boyfriend had been under for the last week so frustrating tears were filling his eyes.
MC sighed, caressing his arm in hopes of soothing him and forgetting the tingling in his belly, although his mind made both things slightly difficult.
It was usually the other way around, with MC grabbing Levi hard enough to leave imprints of his hands, but this was a welcomed change, surprisingly exciting.
He just wished they weren't staring at the colorfully bright computer screen during his thrilling discovery.
The demon's body trembled in expectation, quickly grabbing MC’s caring hand a second after feeling the touch.
One of them was clearly too nervous to think straight and the other was too excited upon being trapped by his boyfriend.
A thrilling discovery indeed. He'd make sure to bring it up in another moment.
At the time being, however, MC needed to make sure Levi wouldn't have a heart attack or a stroke, although he wasn't completely sure if demons could suffer the consequences of being awake for hours without food or water with the same intensity as humans. Probably not, but taking care of one's boyfriend shouldn't depend on biology.
“I'm sure you'll get the ticket” he reassured him “We've all signed for the contest, even Barbatos! And you know he's usually lucky with…”
“But what if I don't?!” Levi cried before he could finish talking “That would mean I wasted our time for nothing! And you're going to get tired of me!”
He kept rambling, drying his tears before they could stain his cheeks and letting MC go in the process.
“I'm never going to get tired of you!” he assured him, feeling cold all of a sudden. His hands seeked Levi's in search of contact. “And if you don't win, we can always try next time”
“That could be years from now…”
“I don't mind” he said quickly.
There was a faint sadness in his boyfriend's voice that he immediately despised. He could understand, he wouldn't be dating him if he didn't, but there had to be something to counter the possibility of not winning the VIP meet and greet.
“Maybe you're not interested anymore”
The whisper was almost inaudible, but it was there.
Sure, there was a chance of not caring about meeting the voice actors anymore, but if Levi still craved it, then he would go. Although, he slightly suspected that was not what Levi meant to say.
He stared at him, studying his avoiding glaze and holding his slender fingers in order to make him stop prickling his own skin.
Then it clicked and his face turned sour.
“I love you” he said with conviction, enjoying the immediate blush in his cheeks. “And I'll be with you until the end of my time”
“MC… I want to be with you too…”
A ping interrupted his words. They both turned their heads towards the computer, wide eyes absorbing the sight of the cartoonish ticket and the gigantic bold letters occupying the entire screen.
CONGRATULATIONS. YOU ARE THE WINNER.
MC could swear his heartbeat was loud enough to fill the room, but there were only a couple of seconds of silence before Levi jumped out of his chair and lifted him off his with a tight hug.
His babbling was unintelligible, words of happiness blurring together, though it was difficult to try to make sense of them when his legs were drawing circles in the air, the demon making them spin so fast it was making MC nauseous.
“Levi! Honey!” he tried to call him to no avail.
Finally seeing him so ecstatic made him happy, but he really needed to stop or he'd loose all sense of direction.
He thought luck entered the room when Levi suddenly stayed still and sealed their lips together and he quickly took the opportunity to cradle his face and scratch his neck, but it was only seconds before he hugged him even tighter and began spinning again.
MC crossed his ankles behind Levi's back, closing his eyes.
He could do nothing but enjoy the ride.
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bleach-your-panties · 9 months ago
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ᰔℊℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝓅ℴ𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃' with GIYUU TOMIOKA @ the mechanic shop.
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for my 1500+ ᰔ𝒻ℴ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉. requested by @rheawolf.
ᰔfem reader. giyuu and reader are married. modern au.
ᰔcw: pwp, public sex, against the wall, exhibitionism?
ᰔdividers by lovely rhy @/hitobaby.
ᰔwc: 1.3k
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#💗💗🍡°taglist: @enchantedforest-network @kakushino @punkgibsons @darkstarlight82 @bakugosbratx @chifuyuskoneko @honeybleed
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Once again, you let a loud sigh escape between your lips, prompting Giyuu to look over at you.
"What is it?"
His sapphire blue eyes were like the ocean on a calm day as he gazed down at you.
The two of you were currently seated in some creaky, aluminum folding chairs while the mechanic tinkered underneath your family SUV.
"Giyuu, honey, we've been here for a while now. Are you sure that this guy knows what he's doing?"
At the mention, said man slid out from under your vehicle and swiped his forearm across his forehead, effectively smearing it with oil.
"So I think I've found the problem. You said you've had trouble with idling?"
The mechanic, whose nametag read "Hotaru" regarded both you and Giyuu with his eyebrows drawn together while crossing his veiny forearms across his chest.
You nodded,
"I was getting ready to go drop the kids off at school when I noticed that the engine would cut on, idle for a few moments, then shut off. I tried cleaning the valve, but the issue persisted."
Hotaru nodded, "I see. Well if that's the case, it could be a number of problems, then. I'm going to have to take another look."
Your eyes bulged,
"Huh?! Another look, but we've already been here for three hours?!"
Giyuu's eyes moved from you to the long-haired mechanic.
"Maybe we could come back tomorrow? It is getting a bit late." He reasoned, in a much calmer tone than yours.
"If you come back tomorrow, that'll put you at the end of the queue. I'm quite a busy man, you know."
"What!!? Why you-"
Before you could start going off on the man, Giyuu took hold of your hand into his and rubbed your knuckles gently to calm you down.
"It's fine, sweetheart. I texted Tsutako earlier to pick up the kids from school if we ended up running over time. It will be alright."
He moved his hand to your lower back and gently guided you back to the row of uncomfortable chairs.
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"They could at least put a couch in here." You grouched. Giyuu chuckled softly.
"Needy thing, aren't you? We should be home soon; I doubt it'll take another three hours."
You whirled in your chair to face him, propping one leg up over the other.
"What if it does, though? I just might die."
He leaned forehead and brushed away a lock of your hair.
"Behave, yeah? We'll have the whole evening to ourselves since Tsutako has the kids."
The thought of a free night with your husband made something primal stir within your core. It also didn't help that he had on one of your favorite outfits right now.
Dark-washed jeans, simple black sneakers, a black t-shirt, and a blue and black plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows revealing his tattooed forearms.
You wet your bottom lip with your tongue and settled your left hand onto his thigh. Your silver wedding band caught the pale-yellow overhead light, making it gleam.
"Something wrong, lily?" Giyuu asked, shifting his eyes to where your hand rested on his pants.
Your eyes moved from him to the mechanic, who was tinkering with something under the car and mumbling to himself.
"I don't know if I can wait until we get home..."
Seductively, you lowered your eyes before blinking at him long and slow. Your fingers began to rub circles into his thigh, making a soft sigh escape from his slightly parted lips.
"Right here? Right now?"
Giyuu questioned, immediately picking up your implication.
You nodded. "Please, Gi? I promise I'll be good."
He froze for a moment, his own eyes trailing over to the mechanic now.
The man was completely occupied by his task, him making little comments to himself about what he should try next; plus, his entire upper body was underneath the car.
Giyuu then looked past the waiting area and into a small hallway where he assumed there might be an office and a bathroom.
"Come on."
He grabbed your hand and you started cheering inside your head.
Just behind the wall leading into the hallway there was a little corner with a vending machine and water fountain.
Giyuu pushed you up against the wall next to the vending machine and started kissing your neck. You wrapped your arms around his upper back and tangled your fingers in the ends of his dark ponytail.
His own hands rested on your shoulders before moving down over your breasts, stomach, and into your pants.
Skillful, calculated fingers jerked them down your hips along with your panties. The knuckle of his left index finger slid up between your folds and collected a trail of your slick.
"Damn, you're this wet already? You really wanted this, huh..."
He pulled back to look at your widened, lust-blown eyes and pouty lips.
"Want you, Gi..."
Who was he to make you wait any longer?
He tugged your pants and panties the rest of the way off your legs and circled his arms around your lower back.
"Jump."
You did as he commanded and he held you against the wall with one arm circled around your back, his body pressing you into the cold, painted-bricks.
He used his other hand to pull his own pants and boxers down to rest underneath his balls, freeing his cock.
Lifting you higher up the wall, Giyuu angled his cock up so you could sink down on it. Immediately, a loud whine left your throat.
"Shh, you want him to hear you? Hmm, maybe you do..."
He then hooked his arms underneath your thighs, holding you with the crease of your knees in the crease of his elbows and spreading you open before beginning to bounce you along his thick, hard cock..
"Ahh, Gi!"
"Crying already? We just started, baby."
Your back pressed further against the bricks, running from his dick and nails digging into his shoulders.
Giyuu's thrusts had you sliding up and down the wall with nowhere to run.
He pressed his entire body weight on you and started fucking at a quicker pace, one knee slightly bent forward and almost touching the wall as he gave you swift, deep strokes.
At this point, you'd nearly forgotten that you were in a public place where anyone could walk in and see you, but you couldn't be arsed to really care with Giyuu filling you up so well.
You tried to hold onto him as best you could, hands moving from his shoulders and grabbing hold of his messy black hair in an attempt to ground yourself.
"Are you close? Talk." He stared at you with those deep blue eyes and hit you with another hard, deep thrust before pushing his face into your neck to lick and kiss it.
"Yes, Gi, I'm-!"
He felt your body shudder and decided to finish you off by pushing you up even higher against the wall and dropping you down on his cock, making you cum and squirt your release all over him.
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Giyuu and you exited the bathroom and met the mechanic, Hotaru, in the hallway as you were heading back to the waiting area.
"I managed to fix the problem, so you should be all set to go."
He handed the bill to Giyuu, who took out his wallet to pay.
"Wait -wait a minute, let me see that?"
You gently took the piece of paper from your husband's fingers and scanned your e/c eyes over it.
"What is this: $300, for an inconvenience fee?!"
You crumpled the bill up in your hand and shook it at the mechanic's face.
"Yes, an inconvenience fee. For making me listen to the two of you fuck while I fixed your shitty car."
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a/n:*I apologize if giyuu's ooc, haven't seen him in a while :< but i ended up posting this on his birthday!:D
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siriuslysmoking · 1 year ago
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Meddle About
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A/N: I'm contemplating on making this a series, telling me if you want more parts. His texts are in italics and reader's is in bold.
Pairing: Fem!college student x sugar daddy!steve
Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption, age gap (R:21, S:29)
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: Working and being a student is tough, you never seem to have a moment to yourself, so when one of you co-workers needs a shift and offers to take your saturday night double, you take it. Finally going out with your friends you encounter a strange man with a strange proposition.
-We only met each other just the other day But you already got me feeling some type of way Now, if I could figure it out I'd take you back to my house So we could meddle about-
You didn't let her take it back, as soon as you saw the text in the waitresses group chat you immediately agreed and texted Mia, your best friend and freshman dorm mate.
You and mia have been friends since your first year in college and now that you're finally in your senior year of college and are living together in a small apartment outside of campus.
She loves to go to bars on the weekends, you enjoy it- well you would if you had time.
You text Mia that you have tonight off, she quickly adds you to her plans.
When you arrive to your shared apartment you see some of your common friends in your living room. They're throwing back shots like it's water, pregaming for the long night.
You walk to your room getting ready for the night. You pull on a long sleeved, over the shoulders, black mini dress. Then you fix up your makeup from the day and strap on silver heels, before changing your jewelry from your day to day simple necklace to your thick small hoops and silver chain wrapped around your neck.
You join your friends on the couch for a couple of drinks before the time hits nine and you head out, walking down the street to a popular bar in town.
You arrive in no time. Joining the crowded bar, you and your friends find a booth to share and Mia goes to order you all drinks from the bar.
When Mia returns all of you quickly down your drinks and a couple head to the bathroom as you volunteer to go get the next round.
Travelling up to the bar you take in your surroundings, you sandwich yourself into a man around your age who you've seen around campus before and an older gentleman in a nice looking suit.
'Hey, can I get another round?" You lean against the bar, gaining the bartender's attention.
"'course." He nods as you motion to your table. You hand him your card, paying for the round. He gives it back and turns to make them.
You drum your fingers on the sticky bar impatiently. The next thing you know your fingers are wet with a sticky liquid that paints itself onto the bar.
"Oh shit- I'm so sorry, honey." The older gentleman hands you a napkin, helping you wipe down your arms.
"Oh! You're completely fine." You finish cleaning your arms with the napkin.
"I'm truly sorry, can I buy you a drink to make up for it?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Don't be sorry, I was an accident." You wave him off, "I'm okay, thank you though."
"Alright, then." He nods, sympathy still lingers in his gaze.
"Here, you are darling." The bartender hands you a tray with eight shots on them.
"Thanks," You nod to the bartender then your eyes shift to the man a couple years older than you, giving him a smile.
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Sundays were usually their busiest days of the week, families having Sunday dinner together, or business meetings that lasted for hours.
The meetings were the worst and the people usually occupy their table for hours and even though they all have suits and expensive watches on they tip a measly five dollars.
Today had not been going great, a young couple having an anniversary wrote that the tip was $16, but they forgot to put it in correctly when adding below. So, no tip for you.
You're frustrated, you're sweaty, and your feet hurt.
You're ready to go home, but you have one table that just won't leave. It's a group of men, demanding that they are still waiting for their other co-worker. They've ordered twelve drinks in total of the five men. One Whiskey and Coke sits alone without the last man to claim it, the ice has probably long melted.
This tip better be worth your damn time or you might actually quit your job on the spot.
"Hey! Dollface!" He's addressing you, you know he's addressing you even though you had told him your name. But you still plant a smile upon your lips, turn and walk over to the group. "I need a refill."
"Of course." You give him your best smile as you take his drink that he dangles in front of you to refill. You get why the last coworker doesn't want to attend.
"Sorry I'm late." You hear a husky voice from behind you where you stand in front of the bar, grabbing Tony's attention for him to mix another drink.
You hear more from the table but you decide to do some of your side work so you don't have to do it when they leave and be here longer than you have to.
"Here you go." Tony slides the freshly made glass down the bar where you were whipping menus.
"Thanks T'." You nod as you grab the glass and make your way over to the table of men. "Here's that refill of the Old Fashioned. Are you gentleman ready to order?"
They all give you their order, "No Scallops, got it? No scallops."
"Yes, sir, I've got it." You send a sharp smile, writing down the rest of his order. When your eyes meet the last-newest member of the group his golden hazel eyes seem to be perplexed at her existence outside of the bar that they met at last night.
You get finally take in his looks, his slight stubble painting his jaw, his light brown hair that frames his face, the lines that seem to pull his lips into a smile."You get finally take in his looks, his slight stubble painting his jaw, his light brown hair that frames his face, the lines that seem to pull his lips into a smile.
He seems to also be studying her in the light.
You shake his stupid smile off your back as you nod and turn to head to the kitchen.
You take a sharp intake of breath as you enter the kitchen entering the men's orders into your tablet.
The kitchen closes in an hour so the kitchen staff are already starting to clean up the griddles.
They seem to sigh as you come in with your slip of demands.
"They've been here for an hour, they haven't ordered anything until this."
"I hate people." One of the cooks sighs as he takes the paper from your hand.
"You and me both."
The next couple of hours consisted of you refilling drinks, balancing plates to carry to the kitchen and sweeping.
You'd think the men would take a fucking hint that you're close to closing, when you start sweeping and flipping chairs.
Thirty minutes till closing and the men finally ask for their check. You have to hold back a sigh of relief as you nod and ask them if they'll be spliting it.
They are, so when you collect their checks you notice that seven of the men left no fucking tip.
You try not to scream.
There's two men left at the table, the man from last night and the one that is allergic to scallops. It looks like a hushed conversation.
The other two checks left fifteen percent of their ticket. It's something.
You lean against the bar, asking Tony for a drink as you rub your neck- you may have slept on it wrong last night.
When the last two men leave you notice something left on their table.
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Underneath sat $200.
On your walk home you typed in the number and texted:
Thank you, you really didn't have to make it up to me
-It's no problem, I'm sorry we kept you from going home.
was I that obvious?
-I don't think so, they're also not very observant.
I may need to work on my acting skills if I want this line of work to work out!
-It may be a good investment. I'm Steve by the way.
You mentally scold yourself for the smile creeping on your lips. You type your name and hit send.
-hey, feel free to block me or curse me out, but I'm in town for three months and I have this banquet thing in three weeks, and I don't know anyone here and I have to bring a plus one.
You don't have any plan to chop me up in itty bitty pieces and scatter me across town so nobody will ever be able to find my entire body?
-That's oddly specific... has that personally happened to you before?
No, I watch a lot of crime shows.
-Ah, that explains it.
You pause before your building, are you seriously thinking about doing this?
Alright, If I agree to this what do I get in return?
-Straight to the point, I like it. I'll pay you a thousand an hour including prep, like dress shopping.
You are upselling me way too much.
-You're downgrading yourself way too much.
I'll do it.
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rxmqnova · 10 months ago
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Mister Snowman
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Y/N: 5 years old Wanda: mommy Natasha: mama Story: Wanda and Natasha spend time with their adopted daughter… ——————————————————
NO ONE'S POV "Wanda! Natty! Wake up! There's snow outside!" Y/N shouts happily, bursting into her new parents' room, crawling on the bed and jumping on both of them.
Wanda and Natasha have finally made another step in their relationship and adopted a little girl they saved on one mission a few months ago. Y/N's been super excited about living with the two Avengers on the compound and especially about having them as parents.
"Y/N/N, it's 6 in the morning" Wanda rasps out, but that doesn't seem to satisfy that little demon.
"But there's snow! We have to go outside and build a snowman!" Y/N explains, a little too loudly for both women's liking.
"Honey, we can go out and build a snowman, but later. It's still early" Natasha tells her little girl, pulling her to lay down and under the covers. "Let's sleep for a bit more and then we can go and build a snowman, hm?" Natasha suggests, pressing a kiss to Y/N's head and wrapping an arm around the little girl tightly.
"But I'm not tired" Y/N pouts, looking at Natasha which makes the redhead chuckle.
"How about cuddles, sweetheart?" Wanda smiles, knowing Y/N can't resist cuddles. The little girl nods, so Wanda cuddles up to the pair, hoping Y/N would fall asleep for a bit more.
Wanda loses hope after 10 minutes as Y/N hasn't closed her mouth and keeps mumbling about what will she do in the snow and how will the snowman look like.
"You won't go to sleep, will you?" Wanda chuckles, giving Y/N's tummy a tickle which makes the tiny girl laugh.
"No" Y/N giggles, shaking her head.
"Alright, let's go for breakfast then, you cheeky little monkey" Wanda sighs with a smile, standing up and sitting Y/N on her hip.
"Come, Natty" Y/N smiles cutely, holding her hand out for Natasha who sighs with a smile and follows the pair.
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After breakfast and after keeping Y/N occupied with toys for a few more hours, the little family is finally getting ready to go outside.
"We have to build the biggest snowman!" Y/N says excitedly, lifting her arms in the air while Wanda is trying to get her dressed.
"Honey, we will build the biggest snowman, but you have to stop moving around otherwise I won't get you dressed and we won't be able to go outside" Wanda says with a fake gasp, making Y/N gasp too.
"No, Wanda. We have to build the snowman" Y/N gasps once again. "If Y/N/N stops moving around then I will dress her and we'll build the snowman, baby" Wanda says with a chuckle.
The witch finally manages to get Y/N ready, so after putting on her own jacket, the two finally go outside and start working on the snowman immediately, Natasha soon joining them.
"Mama, did you bring a carrot for the snowman's nose?" Y/N asks sweetly, hugging Natasha's legs and looking up at her.
Wanda and Natasha share a look, a smile forming on both women's faces as Y/N hasn't used this name yet.
"Of course I did, детка" Natasha smiles warmly, showing Y/N the carrot she's brought and bending down to kiss her daughter's forehead. (baby)
"Can I give him the nose?! Please! Please!" Y/N asks happily, jumping up and down while looking at both of her mothers.
"Honey, he's not even finished yet. We'll finish him first and then you can give him the nose" Wanda chuckles, also bending down and kissing her daughter's forehead.
"Thank you, mommy!" Y/N grins, making both women smile warmly again.
When the three finally finish building the snowman, they all just stand there, looking at him proudly while Y/N's comfortably sitting on Natasha's hip.
"Do you like him?" Natasha asks with a squeal, giving her daughter a huge smile.
"Mhm" Y/N nods her head with a huge smile. "It's Mister Snowman!!" The tiny girl grins, putting her arms in the air. "Down! Mama! Down! Down! Wanna hug mister snowman!" She says, wiggling out of Natasha's arms which makes the redhead laugh.
Natasha stands Y/N on the ground and the tiny girl immediately hugs the snowman, mumbling something to him which makes both Natasha and Wanda smile widely.
"I'm so glad we adopted her, Nat" Wanda smiles, watching her baby running around and play in the snow.
"Me too, Wands, me too" Natasha smiles and turns her head to kiss her wife.
Before Natasha can kiss her wife though, Y/N throws a snowball at them, hitting Wanda into her leg.
"You cheeky little monkey! Wait until I catch you!" Wanda starts running after her daughter who's laughing like crazy by now and running away from her mommy.
"Mama" Y/N laughs out, hiding behind Natasha's legs.
"You think mama will help you? The tickle monster is coming for you" Wanda teases.
Y/N laughs, quickly forming another snow ball and throwing it at Wanda, only to hit Natasha's legs this time.
"You little demon, now you have two tickle monsters coming after you" Natasha teases, also running after her daughter.
It doesn't take long until they catch their baby girl, trying to tickle her through the layers of clothing and making Y/N laugh uncontrollably.
"Stop! Stop! Please!" Y/N laughs out, trying to push the two pairs of hands away.
"What do you think, Nat? Should we stop?" Wanda asks teasingly.
"I think it could be enough" Natasha says, so both stop the tickle attack. "Up we go" The redhead groans playfully, lifting Y/N up from the ground and sitting her back on her hip. "You are so cold, cheeky. I think we should go inside and make some tea, what do you two think?"
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"All cozy?" Natasha asks with a smile after wrapping her daughter into a blanket.
"Mhm" Y/N nods, more interested in her cartoon at the moment.
Natasha smiles, kisses her daughter's forehead and makes her way over to the kitchen to help her wife prepare lunch for the three of them.
"We're here!" Yelena announces, making both women furrow their brows in confusion.
"Oh no" Natasha sighs as she wasn't expecting her family over today at all.
"What's 'oh no', mama?" The curious little girl calls from the couch.
"Nothing, sweetheart. Watch your cartoon" Natasha shoots her daughter a smile.
"Hey, guys" Yelena smiles, stepping into the kitchen along with her and Nat's parents, and immediately pulls her sister in for a hug.
"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" Natasha asks, furrowing her brows in confusion and accepting a hug from her parents.
It's not like Natasha wouldn't like to see her parents and sister, but she hasn't told them about Y/N yet. Her and Wanda wanted Y/N to get used to her new life before telling the family they have a child.
"Oh wow. A family meeting?" Pietro asks, stepping into the kitchen after his long mission.
"Pietro" Wanda smiles, pulling her brother in for a hug, happy that he's okay and safe home now.
"Mommy?!" Y/N gasps, turning around to look at her moms. "Can you get Mister Snowman to talk with your magic?!" The tiny girl asks excitedly, making all the adults laugh.
"Hey there, squish!" Pietro smiles widely, giving Y/N a wave. The two got along really well before Pietro left.
"Can you come here for a second, bubs?" Wanda asks, a smile forming on her face when Y/N jumps off of the couch and makes her way to her with her arms up, so Wanda sits the little monkey on her hip. "This is our daughter Y/N. Y/N/N, honey, this is our family. That is your grandmother Melina, grandfather Alexei and aunt Yelena. And uncle Pietro, but you know him already"
"I'm so happy to meet you, little one" Yelena smiles widely. "You're such a secret keeper, Natasha!"
"Oh my god! She's so cute!" Alexei squeals on which Y/N immediately hides her head into Wanda's neck.
"Alexei! Look what you've done, you scared the poor child" Melina says. "Hi, sweetheart. There's no need to be scared, grandpa Alexei is just a little silly" She says, tickling Y/N's back which makes the tiny girl giggle.
"Mama! Mommy!" Y/N suddenly gasps when she notices her snowman fell on the ground.
"What?" Natasha gasps back playfully.
"Mama, Mister Snowman!" Y/N points on the window on which everyone looks there.
"Oh no, I guess we gotta build him again then" Natasha says, pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead.
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Y/N being the cheeky little monkey she is, she got her moms into agreeing that her, Pietro and Alexei could go outside and build the snowman once again.
The group gets into building Mister Snowman again immediately while all the women are watching them from inside and talking.
"No! Uncle Pietro, no!" Y/N pouts after Pietro tried to be funny and pretended to eat the carrot that was supposed to be the snowman's nose. "That's Mister Snowman's nose!"
"I was just kidding, squish. You're no fun like your mom" Pietro teases, giving Y/N the carrot which makes the tiny girl smile.
"I want to give him the nose please!" Y/N jumps in front of the snowman.
"Alright, tiny one" Alexei says, lifting his granddaughter up, so she could give the snowman his nose.
The snowman is all repaired now and Y/N gets this idea to throw a snowball at her uncle for making fun of her earlier, so she does it on which Pietro raises an eyebrow.
"You want a fight?" He teases, forming a snowball too and throwing it on the little girl.
Y/N pouts, repeating her actions, but Pietro is quicker and throws another snowball on the tiny girl without Y/N's snowballs hitting him. "You are cheating!" The little girl pouts when she sees Pietro using his powers.
"Guys! Come inside! Y/N must be frozen!" Wanda calls on which Y/N smiles and runs to her mommy, Pietro using his powers to be there first.
"First!" He teases like a child, making Y/N pout again.
"You are cheating, uncle Pietro" Y/N states, the cute pout still on her face. "Mommy, tell him to stop cheating"
"Yeah, Pietro, stop cheating otherwise you won't get the really good hot chocolate I made" Wanda teases on which Pietro rolls his eyes and Y/N giggles. "You are so cold, little monkey. Let's get you changed into something warm and cozy"
"Can I sleep with you and mama today?" Y/N asks sweetly, twirling her finger around a strand of Wanda's hair while the witch is carrying her upstairs to change her.
"I think we could make an exception" Wanda smiles and kisses her daughter's forehead, receiving cheers from her little girl.
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Y/N's all changed now, wearing her fluffy socks, sweatpants and warm hoodie, and Wanda also wrapped her in a blanket.
"Sure, my love. I'll be happy to be your pillow" Natasha chuckles when her daughter lays her entire body on hers, wrapping her strong arms around the small body.
"Were the boys nice outside, Y/N?" Melina teases.
"Mhm. But no uncle Pietro. He wanted to eat Mister Snowman's nose" Y/N says with a pout, making everyone around her chuckle.
"Well, but that wasn't very nice, was it?" Wanda asks on which Y/N shakes her head.
"He wouldn't smell anything if uncle Pietro ate his nose" Y/N reasons, receiving a kiss to the top of her head from Natasha. "I'm gonna sleep with you and mommy today, mama" Y/N informs on which Natasha raises an eyebrow.
"Is that so?"
"Mhm. Mommy said I can" Y/N explains.
"If mommy said so" Natasha smiles at her daughter before looking at her wife and giving her a smile. They will surely never be bored with this little girl.
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