#mimi replies!

[en-dazedafterdark]

I'm actually the one who request stepbro!heehoon since I'm currently searching for more heehoon fic. Really surprise you notice my ask ><

I absolutely love it, don't worry I'm okay with how you write them. At least you put the warning before the fic starts (please don't throw the hate/mad at her pls, she just take a request TT). Thank you so so much for taking my request. Will continue looking forward for more works from you <3

thank you love!! <3 i know some kinks are not for everyone so i try to put warnings for those. you can’t please everyone unfortunately 😖

and thank you for supporting all my works, i see you in my notes all the time 🥰

[en-dazed]

hihi <3 i heard enha doctor so 😋

EXACTLY hoon surgeon and jay neurologist me thinks 🫶🏼

[izvmimi]

thoughts on izuku and overstim pls and ty

you've known about izuku's stamina for a while, but you wonder if a demon's possessed him today, because you are only human and there are only so many times you can climax before arousal becomes your resting state and nothing sends you over the edge anymore.

what would it be like to be numb and sore and feel nothing except the pressure of a lengthy, girthy cock bullying its way in and out of you, you wonder?

you wonder, but you're not there yet, because you're still crying out his name until your voice threatens to go hoarse, nails clawing into the slopes of his shoulders, tearing up the reddened skin stretched taut over the tense muscles of his back, your thighs folded beneath the weight of his body as he continues to drive himself in and out of you.

you're not exactly sure what he's saying to you anymore, as you waft in and out of your lustful haze, catching his grunts and groans and intermittent mutters of your name, the kisses to your fluttering eyelids and cheeks and mouth. he sucks your lolling tongue, laps up the drool that trickles from the corner of your lips, and continues to pound into you relentlessly, relishing in the never-ending clamp of your tight walls around his length.

the heat of his body atop yours, the tangle of your arms and legs, the jostle of your breasts and thighs and all the soft and tender parts against his rough, hard ones, and everything in between, all culminate in a sweaty, sticky, depraved but loving mess. uncivilized. nasty even.

and yet you wouldn't want anything else. you wouldn't want it to end. and it doesn't because you don't want it to, even if your pussy could literally break.

perhaps he whispers "mine" with every thrust, reminds you that you're "so fucking beautiful" as he grips your legs and spreads them himself to angle you to accept him even more (if there is even anywhere left he hasn't yet explored inside), tells you how good you feel, how good you are to him as he pumps yet another load into you.

by now he's given up on condoms, after tying off load after load until he's run out, content to see how much your body can really take of him, if he can fuck you until you're dripping of him for days,

shuddering repeatedly inside you as you moan and fall apart around him,

you're doing a good job so far after all, like you always do,

and you could keep going for hours. and hours. and hours...

[nathanbatemanfucker]

hey bestie! for your little blurb thing how about mountains with marc spector? i’m excited to see what you come up with <3

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about this: marc spector x gn!reader. prompt: mountains. cw: meetcute, awkward flirting, coffee mention. wc: 918. not beta’d!!

send me a prompt from this list + a character!

There could be a lot of things wrong with the man in front of you right now. He certainly is much stronger than you, possibly faster. Usually, running into a person on these trails— especially a man— would make you bolt back the way you came. You come here for solitude, are always hopeful for safety. But, there’s something about him that’s different.

Endearing even.

He’s built well, with broad shoulders and hands. He’s holding a map, his thick eyebrows furrowed together as he attempts to read it. His full mouth is moving, like he’s whispering to himself, talking through where he is. He looks so incredibly serious— not to mention handsome— but even so, something about him seems calm. Gentle.

As you wonder how to approach him you shift slightly, and he looks up at the sound of your sneakers scraping together. All of that gentleness is overflowing in his deep brown eyes, and it sends a round of butterflies through your stomach.

The two of you simply stare at each other, like two startled animals. When you think about it…that’s exactly what you are. You smile at him sheepishly but still, your mouth moves to say nothing. You think he tries to smile back, though it seems he’s a little out of practice. It makes you curious, and a little sad.

“Hi,” He says finally, awkwardly. His voice is much softer than you anticipated even with your kind conceptions about him. It’s sweet.

You clear your throat, twisting your hands together, “Hi. First timer?”

He grimaces, “That obvious?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone with a map on these trails.”

He gestures around with one of his hands, the softest edge of playfulness in his voice, “Everyone just knows where to go, huh?”

You grin, shrugging, “Something like that. You aren’t from around here I imagine?”

“No. Chicago.”

“You’re a long way from home,” You murmur curiously.

He shrugs, his eyes going past you as if he’s thinking about something. Then he says, “Home is where you make it.”

Humming softly in agreement, you take another step toward him. “Want some help?”

Marc hesitates but then your smile widens, head tilting in encouragement. He sniffs, nodding, “If it wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience.”

“Not at all. Where are you trying to go?” You ask, coming to stand beside him to take a look at his map.

“If I’m reading this right, there’s supposed to be a coffee cart about 10-15 minutes from here.”

“Yeah, here,” You agree softly, pointing to the landmark on the map. “It gets a little convoluted around this part with all the different shoot-offs. I was headed that way, I can just walk with you.”

Marc looks up from the map to glance over at you, his cheeks tinging a soft pink at your offer. It’s been a long time since he’s been interested in anyone, and though he doesn’t expect this to go anywhere his heart flutters in his chest. So far removed from any action that just a stranger simply asking to help has his palms sweaty— Steven and Jake will never let him hear the end of this.

“Sure. Yeah. I’d appreciate that,” He nods, quickly folding up the map.

You and Marc start the correct way, exchanging names as you put one foot in front of the other. You point out how confusing it can be to pick the right path as you all pass a bunch of off-shooting trails. It makes Marc feel a little better about being turned around, though your kindness has been helpful in batting away his shame.

The walk flies by, conversation coming much more easily than either of you anticipated. Marc is reluctant to let you go, wishing that the coffee cart would materialize a mile away. There are few patrons in line, waiting to order so you both linger— you’re not quite ready to end your time with him either.

“Uh, thanks for helping out there, usually I’m not so turned around,” He says after a few beats of silence.

“Hey, no problem. If you keep heading this way you should make it back to the beginning of the park.”

“Right, yeah. Thanks,” He holds out his hand to you.

“It was really nice to meet you, Marc,” You say earnestly, shaking his hand firmly— it’s warm, a little calloused, fits perfectly in yours.

“Yeah, you too,” He says, and he means it. For the first time in a long time, Marc is content to interact with someone other than his alters. It feels like a breath of fresh air.

You give him a genuine smile despite your disappointment in him not asking you to join him, the tiniest wave before you start back the way you two came from. He watches you, watches as the first person to make him really feel something in ages starts to walk away from him.

This whole hiking though the mountains, getting in touch with nature thing was part of his soul searching after everything. And though he hadn’t been completely sure what he was going to find when he stepped onto this trail that much is clear now.

“Could I buy you a cup of coffee? You drink coffee don’t you?” He calls after you before you can get too far.

You let out a breath you don’t realize you were holding in then, turn back toward him, the smile on your face returning. Nodding softly you call back, “Yeah, Marc, I drink coffee.”

[luvr4miya]

list 5 things you enjoy to let your followers get to know you and ask this to 10 other bloggers

omgg!! ok soo

1. music - i listen to music 24/7 specifically lana del rey or deftones <3

2. reading - at the moment ive been reading the jane austen books and im reading emma right now but my next is going to be pride and prejudice !!

3. art/textiles - im studying textiles at the moment and i absolutely adore it! by the end of the year i want to be able to make a lace top!

4. makeup - this is kinda random tbh but i love the artsy kinda makeup yk w the different designs omg its so adorable!! i really want to try it for myself but its something i enjoy practising and watching <3

5. tumblr - as much as this app stresses me out w bugs and shit i love the communities of ppl ive been able to find! from footballers, to actors i love it here and i am finally somewhere i belong.

tagging : @judeswhore @judethluvr @findingnemosworld @chrisevansonly @judelvr @lorarri @tojisun @planete777

yes im tagging instead if sending asks bc my asks keep disappearing and idk why 😔

[ask-isaac-newton]

Hi baby 🤗🍏

B-baby?!

Isaac flushed.

... Hello.

[cynd1]

watching iwtv for the first time finally :) hope everyone's having a good day !!

[endless-oc-creations]

Pls pls tell us everything about Robyn, Wade and Logan dynamic! 🫶🏻 (Anon stfu)

Oh! Yes! Thank you so much for asking! 🫶🏻I don't know if you've seen the movie yet so I'll avoid any major spoilers and try to keep it basic as possible. If anyone is interested in learning about certain stuff what happens with Robyn in the film send a ask! I'm more than happy to answer. So without further ado...

Wade x Robyn x Logan dynamics:

So first thing is, Robyn can be very vocal about her love, using whatever opportunity she can. Like kissing Wade's cheek before he walks out the door for a job, telling him she loves him. Wade obviously adores Robyn's kisses, touches and loving words, returning it with loving, flirty phrases, nicknames and touches. With Logan it's a bit different. Logan doesn't say "I love you" out loud much, well hardly ever. But both Robyn and Wade say it to him with every opportunity to him and makes sure that he feels loved and cared for.

Wade and most certainly "their Logan" has done awful things in the past. But Robyn doesn't really care about that, all she cares about is what they do in the present. She's an assassin, so obviously gore and killing bad people don't bother her.

Wade and Logan tend to fight a lot, so Robyn tries to be the mediator between the two, well the best she can without the worry of getting stabbed or shot. (It was mainly a thing a few times after they met, they still fight but not as much as they did at first.)

Robyn and especially Wade could be considered an overly happy sunshine, well Wade being the chaotic sunshine, and Logan is considered their openly miserable grump. These two sorta teach Logan on how to be happy again. But Logan in returns the favor by teaching them that it's okay not to be okay...

Robyn is the "I'd die for you", Logan is the "I'd kill for you" and Wade is both of them combined.

Logan is most certainly "The grumpy one" who loves and is overprotective over Robyn "the Soft One" and Wade "The Chaotic One."

Wade is most certainly the chaotic ball of sunshine who can't keep his hands to himself while Logan is the way too serious/grumpy one who doesn't know how to show or accept affection. Then there's Robyn who tries to help balance the two.

Logan: "I'm so fucking down with you" x Wade: I'm going to be an insufferable bitch and you won't get rid of me no matter what." x Robyn: "If you two don't stop it this instance, I'll make you both fucking wish you can regenerate."

[dreamieparadise]

Ranking reveal please ! "5 most compatible with momina amongst khr cast' ✨️ ( — romantic ! or not! it is up to you.) maybe, with explanations?

Hiiii, Jojo!! Thanks for the super fun question!! 💞

Disclaimer: I am of the mind that you can be compatible with someone, but they may not necessarily be compatible with you! Also, these aren't necessarily romantic! You can read it that way or platonic, I actually don't think it'd change anything. Lol

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Fuuta's ranking⋆｡𖦹°‧★

"5 most compatible with Momina"

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Miruku

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1☽. Colonnello

Reason: Extremely supportive, loyal, and pragmatic, Colonnello would take Momina as they are in their entirety. Sickness, trauma, mental health, etc. He will accept it all and work with it. He's optimistic, not idealistic, and so he will ensure she is able to reach great heights while also weighing their limitations. Momina has been able to see all sorts of wonderful sights and places because Colonnello brought her along. Sickness be damned! Momina appreciates it more than words can say and tears could show. It's partially thanks to him that Momina can believe in her capabilities. Its also thanks to him that Momina is learning to slow down. Whenever her impulsivity strikes, he is there to have her pause and think through her ideas. Colonnello is someone who'd indulge Momina (and is, in return, indulged!) The two would have a dynamic yet supportive relationship. Sure, sometimes he dismisses her, and sometimes she swears acts of vengeance against him and starts trying to stab him, but no relationship is perfect...!!

2☽. Ryohei

Reason: Similar to Colonnello, Ryohei is extremely supportive and loyal! He isn't as pragmatic as Colonnello, but he sees Momina's worth and sympathizes with her health issues. He couldn't imagine not being able to do all he physically wants to do! And thus he is always supporting them and cheering them on. If they go on a jog and Momina slows down or needs a break, they will take that break. In fact if they're unable to go on then he will carry them to their destination! Ryohei has an overprotective streak but he is aware that it's not right to prevent Momina from going out and living their life, this is why he wants to be by her side to support her instead! Momina appreciates this greatly and that they can have candid talks about what it means to be an older sibling and all that it entails.

3☽. Basil

Reason: Basil is like a fairytale prince to Momina. So gentle, sweet and caring. He's always making sure to check on her, making sure they are not pushing themselves and urging them to rest when they are (Momina has a habit of overextending themselves but it's hard to say no to Basil...) And yet despite all this, Basil is well aware of Momina's abilities and strengths, he views her as a reliable comrade in battle and off the field. This means so much to Momina and as a result they are extremely attached to Basil. She tries in her own way to give back just as much as he does (although she doesn't feel it's remotely enough.) Basil is a dear companion!

4☽. Kyoko

Reason: The two are very similar in some ways and different in others. They can confide in one another and seek each other's advice or thoughts. Kyoko has always looked at Momina with good faith, something Momina wasn't and isn't entirely used to. It doesn't matter if Momina's temper flares up, Kyoko will ask Momina what happened and listen patiently as Momina passionately recounts what happened. Kyoko always listens and understands Momina, to the point of Momina breaking out into tears over this. Kyoko doesn't even see Momina as "angry" despite this being a descriptor Momina themselves uses. They are simply "passionate"! And for that, Momina will always cherish and love Kyoko. (In fact, like Ryohei, Momina has to resist the urge to be overprotective...! But of course this is discussed at the next Older Sibling Meeting.)

5☽. Takeshi

Reason: Attentive and sweet, Takeshi is always there for Momina when she needs it. Without their asking (and even while Momina thinks they are hiding their current health status well) Takeshi will support her. Wrapping an arm around them to steady her, or picking up her books for them. It's the small things Takeshi would do for Momina without complaint and without her asking that means the world to her. He has also listened to her vent and while she didn't always feel heard by him, he did listen and she did appreciate that. They have a wonderfully playful relationship, the two having a lot of fun together! Momina can't think of a time she was genuinely upset with him. If anything she feels she lacks too much with him! Their needs are a lot more overt than Takeshi's and Takeshi isn't one to allow her to push herself on his behalf. Even so, when she's brave enough, she stubbornly pushes on until all he could do is put his hands up in surrender, laughing.

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Question: Why isn't Hayato on the list?

Answer: because while the two eventually have a healthier relationship where they heavily communicate and workout their problems...they didn't start that way! In fact, it was very toxic in the beginning! A lot of screaming matches, tears, regret etc... a mess! With the 6 above that wouldn't happen to the same degree. So they're definitely more compatible with Momina than Hayato is with Momina! This doesn't mean Momina wouldn't choose him, though. 🥴✨️

[creative-heart]

¡Hermanita mayor! Vengo a ofrecer contenido de Santi, vi estas fotos el otro día y pensé en vos 💗

UUUFFFFFF ahora quiero escribir algo sobre Santi, pero no se me ocurre que 😥😥

[en-dazedafterdark]

oh that heehoon fic should have a part two with sunghoon and oc being happy as fuck while hee regrets everything 😣 the way you write is just TOO good

i kinda wanted to leave it sad and angsty buuuut maybe i should write a part 2 🤭

thank you so much!! 🫶🏼

[en-dazed]

when will you write heejake fic's new chapter😭

i’m taking a little break from writing that one because i had major writers block and didn’t like anything that i was writing :( i already know how the story is going to go but the writing was not great and i didn’t want to put out anything i wasn’t happy with so i’m taking a step back from that for a little bit until i get inspired again.

really sorry for the wait but hopefully i’ll go back to it soon!! 🥺

[izvmimi]

“I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you.” with gojo :devious:

“I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you.”

Reacting to the sound of his voice, you look up from the vegetables you're chopping, just as the knife hits the hard surface with a loud thud. Gojo is still sifting through your pantry, trying to locate the bag of lentils you asked him for a few minutes ago. You watch his back, he's turned, still focusing on the task at hand, despite the fact that he's made your heart flutter. Even now, despite the fact that you are so obviously his and him yours, and that it's just the two of you in your home together preparing to share a meal out of hundreds, someday thousands, you can feel your cheeks warm bashfully.

It's one thing to know it, but it's another thing to hear it out loud. You fear you'll never tire of hearing it.

But for now, you slide vegetables into a pan and over the sizzle you reply, boldly,

"Duh."

Gojo turns sharply, and his eyes seem to gleam with mischief.

"Confident, aren't you?"

As he approaches, with your request in hand, he leans over you, electric blues devouring you greedily yet again. He sets the bag to the side, keeping his gaze on you then grins widely as you return his look with just as much intensity.

"What are you gonna do? Stop?" you ask, coyly.

"Never."

You expected more banter, but he's caught you off guard. His lips press onto your forehead and soon his hands are in search of skin too, settling on your cheeks gently.

"Couldn't if I tried," he adds.

Your hands cover his gently, and you are overcome.

If I have just you, I have everything is said between you, without words.

[andorerso]

Hi! I'm taking an opportunity you presented and I'm asking for more of your story: let the cat out of the bag. I adore it and would like more of it!

A sequel to this AU with some more adventures of Mimi the Cat! Thanks for the prompt, I hope you like this <3

Summary: Five months after they started dating, Jyn gets cold feet and tries to run from her feelings. Naturally, Mimi is not happy about this.

OR, how Mimi saves this relationship for the second time.

Jyn has prepared a little box with all of Cassian’s things she could find: a pair of socks, two shirts, a toothbrush, a razor, shaving cream, his favorite shampoo, one of his cookbooks… She didn’t realize how much stuff he’d kept at her place, growing roots in her home the same way he’d sneaked into her life. Slowly, steadily, subtly. And so thoroughly, she doesn’t know how to cut him out.

She hesitates when it comes to the blue shirt she loved to sleep in, running her fingers across the soft material like it was his skin.

A clean break would be better, right? No need to torture herself with old memories. This would be hard as it is…

Jyn puts the shirt in the box and slams the lid shut. It sits on the living room table all day, taunting her, while Mimi squats under the couch, unwilling to even look in her direction.

Fair enough. She doesn’t really want to look at herself either right now.

Cassian is stopping by soon to collect his things, and then it’ll be over.

She shouldn’t complain. She’s the one who ended things after all. Still, the finality of it squeezes her lungs so tight that she has to stop and remember to breathe. They dated only for five months; it shouldn’t feel like this. He shouldn’t be such an integral part of her that she can’t go on without him. It was meant to be just some harmless fun. But she’d underestimated how much this would hurt.

Seeing Cassian on her doorstep doesn’t help. The face that once put a smile on her lips now makes her want to curl up in a ball and cry while she eats ice cream out of a box like those women in romantic comedies during the second act fallout.

Except this is no movie. She doesn’t expect a grand reunion at the end of all this.

Jyn leads him to the living room, ignoring the memories of all the times she’s done that only to grab him by the collar and pull him down on the couch to fool around. It’s more or less how their first kiss went, right on that couch with half a dozen notebooks open in front of them and forgotten for the night as her legs wrapped around him and his hands slid under her shirt.

Then, a couple of months of unattached sex, or so they had said until Mimi had meddled in her own strange, brilliant way and made them admit their feelings for each other. And so they’d begun dating, five months of bliss Jyn had never experienced before. Not perfect, no, but imperfect in a way that was just right.

Oh, she remembers thinking one night as she played with Cassian’s hair while he slumbered peacefully next to her. So this is what people write all those poems about.

Looking back now, that realization might have been the beginning of the end. Because this is what she does, she runs. When things get too real, she cuts the cord and disappears. Leaves behind a string of broken hearts, but none of them her own.

Except this time, it feels more like she severed her own hand rather than whatever cord tied them together. Cassian left, but the cord stretched taut and continued to tug her towards him while she slowly bled out from her self-inflicted wound.

Now here they are. All those months, and they can barely stand to look at each other. Pathetic.

A scratching sound interrupts her train of thought as Mimi finally pulls herself out from under the couch. Of course she would, now that he’s here. Little traitor.

With a single, drawn-out meow, she runs to Cassian and greets him by rubbing her small body against his leg while she trots around him in circles. The twitch of his lips as he looks down at her is Jyn’s first glimpse behind the calm mask he donned.

Her heart squeezes. Damn it. He’s always loved her stupid cat to irrationality. Once, she joked that the real love story was not between her and Cassian, but between Mimi and Cassian. Cassian laughed and kissed her forehead while he continued to rub Mimi between her ears.

“It can be both,” he said.

Well, she’s effectively ended both as well.

Cassian leans down to stroke his hand against Mimi’s white fur a couple of times, a sight so familiar that Jyn has to dig her nails into her palm to keep her composure. The cord tugs harder but she digs her heels into the ground and refuses to budge. She can’t go back now.

Cassian doesn’t linger as long as he normally would. He straightens up, despite the displeased yowl Mimi lets out, and gives Jyn a look of apprehension.

She jerks her head towards the box on the table. “That’s all I could find.”

Her voice is strained with things she doesn’t want to admit. Like how much she’s missed him in just the week they’ve been separated, how she isn’t actually sure she’s making the right choice, how scared she is to never see him again…

What would he say if she told him all that?

Cassian picks up the box, ruffling through its contents. He has nothing to give back to her. They spent more time at her apartment because of Mimi, but the realization still gives her pause. Had she really been so closed off that she wouldn’t even bring over a toothbrush? Had she been holding him at arm’s length all this time without knowing it?

“Thanks.” He clears his throat as he closes the lid shut, gives her a fleeting glance. He’s unable to hold her gaze for too long. His face is smooth as marble, but the tension in his posture is obvious. “Well, I should just…” He trails off, gesturing towards the door.

“Right.”

Neither of them moves. They stand in awkward silence, waiting for the other to say something, fix things, be honest. But she can’t make her voice work. If that was so easy, she wouldn’t be here to begin with.

Cassian snaps out of it first. He turns away, heading for the door, and Jyn knows the window has closed. No takebacks now. She follows him with a heavy heart, watches silently as he pulls on his coat and prepares to walk out of her life. Will they go back to strangers now like they’d never known each other? Will he nod at her politely on the street or turn away with a frown? Will it still mean anything to him a year from now?

He pulls the door open, and Jyn loses her composure. “Cassian —”

Before she even finishes saying his name, he’s already stopped and turned to face her again. One hand on the doorknob, he waits, patiently, for her to speak. But with those dark eyes that miss nothing watching her, she loses her nerve again, and the words get stuck in her throat. Whatever those words even were.

Don’t go? I’m sorry? Can we talk about this?

As Jyn hesitates and Cassian waits, Mimi, who’s followed them to the foyer, slips between his legs and runs out the door.

“Shit!” Jyn takes off after her without a second thought, but the little devil is far too fast for her own good and is already sprinting down the stairs at the end of the hallway. “Mimi, stop!”

She can hear Cassian fumble with something in her apartment, but she doesn’t stop, taking stairs two at a time as she tries to catch up with Mimi.

It’s no use. By the time she reaches the ground floor, Mimi is nowhere to be seen, and the single mom from the second floor is blinking at her in surprise, holding the main door open.

“She just ran out, I didn’t see —”

Jyn doesn’t dignify that with a response, tearing out into the street and blinking helplessly at the busy neighborhood. It’s the typical picture: people rushing by on their phones, cars honking, drivers yelling, a baby crying in a stroller, a street musician on the other side playing his guitar… The noise feels oppressive.

Now what? She looks left, she looks right. Mimi could have gone in any direction. And with the amount of traffic they have in this area…

Her heart racing, Jyn takes deep breaths and tries not to panic. Too late. She’s not prepared to deal with this. Sure, she often jokes about Mimi being her heartless little devil cat, but it’s nothing but affectionate teasing. Mimi’s her baby and she can’t imagine her life without her. She’s never run away before; she isn’t an outdoor cat. If something happens… if they can’t find her…

Cassian arrives behind her, but Jyn’s still scanning the crowd, hoping to catch a flash of white fur.

“Is she gone?”

“I…” She can’t finish her words, a ball lodged in her throat.

Cassian grips her shoulders and turns her to face him, but she’s too distraught to even feel the burn of his touch.

“Hey, don’t panic. She must be nearby.” He sounds so sure, but Jyn knows he’s only trying to reassure her. Well, she’s gonna let him. Eyes locked on Cassian, she nods and tries to believe him.

Mimi couldn’t have gotten that far, right? She was just pissed at Jyn for sending Cassian away, a fact she’s already made clear in the past week. She was playing the part of an angry teenager running away from home to piss off her parents. Very dramatic. Very unnecessary. But she’d come back.

She has to.

“I locked your door,” Cassian continues, producing a key from his pocket that he hands to her. “Come on, I’ll help you look.”

“You don’t have to,” Jyn begins feebly, but nothing sounds worse than the thought of doing this on her own. Luckily, Cassian sees right through her bullshit. He sends her a look that says he isn’t willing to argue about this, and Jyn’s heart swells with appreciation.

“We’ll find her, I promise.”

xxx

The sun starts to set, casting the sky in pink and orange hues, and Mimi is still missing.

Jyn is beginning to lose hope of ever seeing her beloved cat again. More and more nefarious possibilities of what might have happened circle her like dark clouds before a storm, and she can’t push them down anymore. What if she was attacked by a dog, what if she was hit by a car, what if someone saw her, thought she was cute, and picked her up to take her home, what if what if what if

Cassian tries to keep her spirits high, but he’s fighting a losing battle.

“She’ll turn up,” he insists, always so determined, as they make their way back to her apartment building. “We can print some posters, post it on social media —” he goes on but Jyn doesn’t want to hear it.

It all begins to build in her chest; breaking up with Cassian, the shitty days at work, the sleepless nights, the endless cycle of repetition… Now this. She can’t lose Mimi too, she just can’t.

She doesn’t know how to survive without both of them.

“Stop!” Jyn bursts out just as they reach her apartment building, then buries her face in her hands. Cassian clams up, but she can feel his worried gaze boring into her. “Everything sucks!”

With that, she dramatically plops down on the front steps, removing her hands from her face to rub at her temples. Everything sucks is an understatement, but she doesn’t have the words to describe the heavy weight sitting on her chest. Tears prick at her eyes, and it takes all her energy to keep them at bay. Crying in public in front of your ex-boyfriend was not on the agenda today.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Cassian hesitating for a second before he joins her.

“You wanna go upstairs? Rest a little?”

“No.”

“Okay. How about those posters then? I can make them if you want.”

“I can make them myself!” she snaps, angrier than she should be.

“Okay. Do you want me to go then?”

“No.”

“Right.” Cassian clears his throat and falls silent. For a while, neither of them speaks as they stare out at the street while the night grows darker around them. Clearly, she’s sending mixed signals here. She should say something. Tell him that he can go, that he’s already done enough. She can handle it from here. But she isn’t sure she can. Selfishly, she doesn’t want to let him go yet — because then, she’ll be truly alone.

No cat, no boyfriend. Just Jyn in her all too empty apartment with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company.

“Hey…” It’s Cassian’s gentle voice that pulls her back to the present and makes her realize those damn tears leaked from her eyes anyway. And now she can’t stop. She wipes at her face furiously, sniffing, but they keep falling, and when Cassian reaches for her hand and pulls her into his arms, she doesn’t fight it.

She buries her face in his shoulder and lets herself weep for a few seconds. Cassian’s arm circles around her waist, one hand rhythmically stroking her hair. He doesn’t say anything, but she’s glad, preferring his silent but solid presence over meaningless words of reassurance. It doesn’t erase the ache in her chest but calms her down long enough to stop sobbing and pull herself together.

“I’m sorry,” she says when she pulls away, wiping at her eyes. Despite their five-month-long relationship, it’s only the second time she let herself cry around him. She doesn’t think Cassian would judge her or make fun of it, but it’s hard to override two decades worth of self-preservation instincts. Don’t show weakness, don’t show vulnerability, don’t give them ammo to hurt you; it’s always been one of her most important rules.

But it’s also why she broke up with him, isn’t it? She’s never considered that you can’t build a relationship on mistrust because she’s never had any that mattered. Now she has to figure out if she could unlearn those habits and keep Cassian, or let him go for good.

“And not just for sniveling all over you,” Jyn continues, speaking slowly as she thinks about what she wants to tell him and how to say it. “I’m sorry for chasing you away. I was just… I was…”

“You got scared,” Cassian finishes for her, getting to the heart of the matter without preamble. Jyn’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He lifts a shoulder, a quiet huff on his lips that almost sounds amused. “I know you. Better than you think. Better than you probably want me to.”

“I… That’s not true. I want you to know me.” She can understand how it might not seem that way, but it’s true. Deep in her heart, she wants nothing more than to be seen and understood by him. It’s just all that fear getting in the way, whispering cruel things in her ear and making her question herself. You’re not good enough for him. He doesn’t want you like you want him. He’s not going to stick around forever. It’s better to cut your losses now while you can. Leave him before he can leave you.

Her armor may have protected her for years, but it’s now become the number one enemy working against her.

“But if you knew,” Jyn begins, her mouth pulling into a frown, “why didn’t you say anything?”

Cassian’s gaze drops to his lap. “Jyn, I can’t force you to want to be with me. I can’t force you not to run. You have to figure that out for yourself. I thought… if you’re ready, you’ll come back.”

“And if I’m not?” she asks, a strange tremor in her voice.

“Then you’re not.” He looks up, and his dark brown eyes and long eyelashes mesmerize her for a second. He’s so close, so warm, so pretty; she has to ball her hands into fists to keep from reaching out. Touching him has become natural like breathing. She doesn’t know how to quit it, quit him.

Fuck, it’s not fair. How is she expected to think clearly when he’s watching her like that? Fantasizing about kissing him breathless is not a productive train of thought at the moment.

“I want to be with you, but it has to be your choice to come back.”

So maybe it’s hormones. Maybe it’s the way he looks at her, maybe it’s his smell, his warmth, his magnetism, maybe it’s that she doesn’t want to be stuck behind her castle walls anymore. Safe but alone.

Or maybe it’s the way she’s struggled to sleep at night, kept awake by the memory of their time together and how happy he’s made her, but she tells him, “I think I can try harder.”

“Jyn, is that Mimi?”

Jyn blinks, surprised by his response for a second. Then she remembers. She isn’t even sure Cassian heard what she said, but when she turns and finds Mimi strutting down the sidewalk towards them like nothing was amiss, all thoughts of their relationship issues escape her brain.

Gasping, Jyn shoots up and runs to snatch Mimi into her arms, hardly daring to believe it. She’s come back. She’s okay. A little dirty, and positively grumpy at being held like this, but otherwise unharmed.

Jyn’s almost lost all hope, and the relief that floods her chest now threatens to bring on another wave of tears. Biting down hard on her lip, she tightens her grip around Mimi and breathes in deeply. She’s cried enough today.

“Where have you been?” Jyn demands, but her voice is too high and shaky to sound scolding at all. “We’ve been looking all over for you, young lady!”

“Yeah.” Cassian comes to stand beside her, reaching out a hand to rub Mimi under her chin because, as Jyn knows from experience, he just can’t help it. “You scared us.”

Us, Jyn thinks, sending a small smile his way. A team.

Mimi lets out a belligerent meow and starts wiggling in Jyn’s arms. By the way she wags her tail, Jyn knows she’s getting annoyed at being held like this, but tough luck. She’s not letting go until they’re back safe and sound in her apartment. That’s what you get when you run away from home and scare your parents half to death.

Readjusting her grip on Mimi, she turns to Cassian and gives him a tiny, hopeful smile. “You wanna come up for dinner? We can talk some more.”

“That depends.” His eyes sparkle with playfulness. “Are you cooking?”

Jyn lets a bark of laughter. “I can be convinced to leave the task to you.”

“In that case, I’m right behind you.”

As he always has been.

Hiding her smile, Jyn turns and leads the way back to her apartment. She’s taken the leap, she’s chosen to fight, and she’s never been one to back down from a challenge. So screw the insidious voices whispering in her ear; she’s not going to let them win and cost her something important.

She has her cat, and she has her almost-boyfriend, and she’s ready to give this another shot.

[yeowangies]

ok ok what is your favorite piece that you've written and why?

hi mimi how are you!!!

my initial thought was in the garden, because it combines a lot of things i enjoy so much, like a medieval fantasy setting, comedy aspects like miscommunication and misunderstandings, the reader being a princess (because that's a common thing in my writings lmao), and a bit of a slow burn too? The only thing it doesn't have it's smut lmao

but, since it doesn't, i will also include this other fic in here too! It has a lot of silly comedy as a plot, and then it's all smut, but it's the kind of smut I enjoy sooo much, writing and reading! Jealousy, spanking, biting, and a little fluff, I enjoyed creating this one so much for my own pleasure 🥰

[sagnaevi]

/ yee today is read and chill day, brain is not braining.