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Unconventional Chemistry
@voidshrub, this one's for you. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write this, and for being so kind about it during its beta stages. You're fantastic :D
EDIT: AO3 LINK ADDED
Summary: Cinnemon R. Addison has the best coworker-slash-friend ever. She and Macaron get along really well, make each other's lives better, and just all-around enjoy spending time together. Surely this platonic relationship will have exactly zero changes over the course of this story! (very much /sarcastic and /light-hearted)
(Disclaimer: all characters belong to @/brightgoat. I'm just having fun with them over here in my little corner. (Double disclaimer: their art can be rather more graphic at times than what I tend to write. Please be aware of this before looking them up.))
Cinnemon’s work shoes clicked cheerfully on the sidewalk as she walked down the streets of Cyber City, up early for work as usual. She smiled brightly at everyone she passed, and even when she was ignored, it couldn’t dampen her mood in the slightest. Her new assignment for the next few days had left her so excited, it felt like she’d already made this place a success before she’d even stepped through the door.
After all, how could it be anything else when she was working with Macaron?
Cinna pushed open the front door of the cute little cafe where she’d be working for the week, perking up even more when a bell jingled to announce her entry. “Hellooo?” she called. “You here yet, Maca?”
A shout came from the back room. “Ah! Sorry! I’m just getting some stuff set up, I’ll be right there!”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be back in a sec!” Cinna called, already setting down her bag (minus a couple of items) on the nearest chair and heading for the door to the prep area. Upon opening it, she was met with the sight of Maca herself, long hair done up in a ponytail and tucked into a black lacy hairnet.
“You’re always so professional—you’re not even baking yet and you’ve already got the uniform on!” the yellow Addison cheered. It was true, too. Maca was wearing a white short-sleeve blouse and calf-length lavender skirt, complete with a pretty grey apron.
She giggled, blushing a slightly deeper shade of blue. “It’s too early for compliments, Cinna! I’ve barely even gotten started!”
Cinna raised her eyebrows, gesturing to herself. She was notably lacking the lavender waistcoat and bow tie or the half apron, only wearing the black pants and white button-down so far. “You’ve barely even gotten started? Says the one who’s all dressed and already warming up the kitchen!”
“Well then, get yourself ready and get in here! I need somebody to take over baking while I start the drink menu!” Maca insisted. “We need the cold drinks and food ready ahead of time so I can work the warm stuff while you wait tables—unless you wanted the back today?”
Cinna sighed, buttoning up her waistcoat and straightening the ends of her tie. “I know people say I have a friendlier customer service attitude, but you’re so much more calm when you’re working the front! How do you do it?”
The blue Addison sighed. “You just have to not care what they think of you, then it’s easy. But I know you’re not the type to do that—you always want everybody to have a good time. It’s too kind of you, but I suppose I’d never want you to stop being kind anyway.”
“Aw, Maca! Now who’s giving too many compliments?” In spite of her protests, Cinna was beaming. With a quick movement, she slipped on her apron, and then took over the stovetop from her coworker with ease.
“Oof, thanks!” she said, sighing with relief. “I need to mix up a couple batches of the lavender lemonade and the berry soda so we have plenty in reserve—I might be kind of quiet for a sec while I measure all that out.”
“Works for me! I’ve got some cupcakes to bake and sandwiches to build. You want some music while we work?”
Maca smiled. “Of course I do.”
The two moved through the kitchen with practiced ease, handing off tools and ingredients with quick exchanges. This wasn’t the first time they’d worked together; the two of them had been proven to earn well when they ran any kind of specialty eating establishment as a duo, so they were paired up quite often. Scrollon might’ve made plenty of money with his long-time bakery, but Cinna and Maca were flexible enough to work at a variety of places, and were often in hot demand at larger restaurants. If anything, this kind of setup qualified as a break to them, since they got to work with someone they knew well in a smaller space instead of making food to a random person’s specifications.
In under two hours, they had a full menu prepared and ready, all of the places were set, and the doors were opened to customers for the day. As Cinna hovered in the doorway, waiting for the first people to trickle in and kickstart the morning rush, she turned back to Maca and shot her a nervous grin. “We all ready? Any last-minute prep I gotta do?”
Maca sighed fondly, stepping forward to briefly squeeze the yellow Addison’s shoulder. “Cinna, we’re going to be fine. Just breathe, smile, and do your best, that’s all we need.”
Cinna, meanwhile, was currently bright red and only half listening. “Huh? Oh, yeah, right, sure! I can do that!”
“I know you can.” Maca said, with so much confidence in her voice that Cinna thought she might combust if she blushed any harder. Thankfully, she was saved from any potential arson charges by their first customer, who cleared their throat politely from the doorway.
“Ah! Hi, welcome! Come right this way and I’ll find you a seat,” Cinna began, already slipping into customer-service mode with a cheery wave.
Maca tapped her once on the arm. “If you have any trouble, just let me know, okay?”
Cinna beamed back at her, before going to begin the simultaneously rewarding and utterly exhausting task of tackling the morning rush. Thankfully, the small size of the cafe naturally meant that she couldn’t have too many customers at once, even if there was also a line out the door more often than not.
Still, she handled the crowd with all the expertise of someone who had done so plenty of times before. Even though she wasn’t exactly what one would call “graceful under fire”, her good humor and honest charm were more than enough to carry her through easily.
Cinna couldn’t help but find herself grateful, however, once the breakfast rush was done. The rest of the day proved to be much more manageable, as both she and Maca had predicted in advance. Light food and varying drinks definitely remained popular throughout their open hours, but it was a much more tolerable flow than the flood of people they’d had at first.
(Partly as a joke and partly to make a point, Maca had set up a “number of times Cinna apologized for something that wasn’t her fault” counter in the back room. By the end of the day, it was well over twenty, and that was just the times Maca had noticed. Cinna was rather embarrassed to see just how high the numbers had gotten, but remained unrepentant, insisting that one of the keys to making customers happy was keeping them from feeling guilty.)
(Maca disagreed.)
At the end of the day, as Cinna was washing up the dishes and Maca was packing away the ingredients, a comfortable silence rested in the café. Occasionally, Maca would hand over a newly liberated dirty dish, briefly pressing a hand against Cinna’s upper arm in apology for the extra work.
Between the two of them, cleanup didn’t take very long at all, but they still lingered past when they should, carefully tidying the place until it was impeccable just to spend a few more minutes together.
“I’m glad the berry blend sparkling water was a hit,” Cinna said warmly, as she finished stacking all the glasses just so. “You had a smart idea there, and if anybody doesn’t notice that then they’re missing out.”
It was dark in the café by now, so she could have been excused for missing the otherwise bright blush on Maca’s face. “It’s only a drink, really. I know it sounds too cliché, but your cinnamon doughnut holes were perfect—just small enough so people feel comfortable asking for a bag to-go.”
“Hah, I would say we should create a ‘staff recommendations’ section, but we’d have to make a disclaimer that mayyybe they shouldn’t be paired.” Cinna’s smile turned wry.
Maca let out a sharp breath, almost a laugh. “No, not at all—the drink’s far too sharp to complement the cinnamon sugar well. We’d need something more neutral, like a nice tea.”
Unfortunately, at that moment, Cinna let out a massive yawn. “Sorry,” she sighed. “We might have to leave that for tomorrow…I’m beat.”
“Fair enough,” Maca said. If the yellow Addison had been looking, she would’ve been astonished by how soft her expression was. “I’ll see you early tomorrow morning, then?”
“I already can’t wait!” Cinna cheered quietly, finally picking up her bag and heading for the door. “See you soon!”
Maca stood there for quite some time after the door swung shut, looking off into the distance with a smile.
~~~
A couple of weeks later, and Cinna was back to the special place she worked in-between jobs, baking on the opposite side of town from Scrollon. She’d chosen this spot for her personal bakery on purpose, because even though she made plenty of bread and savory sandwiches in addition to the ever-classic pastries, she did not want to get on his bad side. His behavior was so sweet it set her on edge, like honey so warm and sticky it could trap and drown anything that dared try to eat it.
While her business was definitely a bit slower because of him, the upside was that she had a great lunch crowd and a much politer set of patrons. As a matter of fact, her area was so nice that she could often close for just half an hour after the lunch rush, enough time to snatch up something and eat it herself.
Today, though, she was taking her weekly risk and not eating something out of her own stock. That was the explanation for why she was currently sprinting downtown, racing for one shop in particular—a coffee place called Love Latte, one of the best in the city.
Thankfully, the store operated on a very similar schedule to hers (this was, of course, because the owner had heard her talking about it and opted to give it a go), so she was able to burst in just as the staff were about to lock up.
“Uh-um, excuse me, we’re closing for lunch right now—!” Caphion (an orange Addison and the shop’s barista) yelped, fumbling their keys as Cinna skidded to a stop.
“Fifi, don’t worry. She’s a special guest.”
Maca smiled at her main employee from behind the counter, giving Cinna a wink. “You can take your break now, don’t worry. Cinna doesn’t normally order coffee…she tried it once, and that was enough.”
“For you, or for me?” the yellow Addison laughed. “I remember liking it a lot!”
“Well, I’m sure you did, but I had to replace a display case because you got ‘too excitable’ with your gesturing, do you remember that?”
Cinna grinned sheepishly. “I remember somebody telling me how lucky I was that I got off without a scratch.”
Maca sighed fondly. “All that is to say, go take your break. I’ll be with you in a second, let me just get Cinna served. Will you be wanting the usual?”
“You know me! One of the weekly special and two of your best cookies, to go, please!”
The blue Addison pulled a slice of quiche out of the case, along with one iced sugar cookie and one chocolate chip cookie. “You want the quiche and the chocolate chip warm?” she asked, smiling an incredibly genuine, non-customer service smile.
“I think I can make it back to the store in time, so yeah! It’s not a proper chocolate chip cookie if I don’t burn my mouth at least once on the melted chocolate, right?”
Maca’s expression abruptly turned deadpan. “…I’m pretty sure that’s just you.”
The two of them burst into a round of snickering, before looking up and catching each other’s eyes. Cinna blushed nervously—how did Maca manage to look even prettier while she was laughing? How was that possible when she already looked so good all the time?!
Thankfully for Cinna’s ability to form coherent thought, Maca soon turned away to put her things in the oven. The two chatted about their week while they waited, but it still felt like far too little time when the oven made a noise to indicate that the food was ready.
“I’ll…see you around, okay?” the yellow Addison said, hesitantly stepping towards the door. She didn’t like to think that she might have to go a whole week without seeing Maca again. Sure, they both had weekends of their own, but when they worked separate stores, they only shared one day off, and even then sometimes one or the other got called in to work another shift.
“W-wait!” Maca exclaimed. “I know you have to go now, but…there’s a new dance club that opened up about a block away from here. They put up some posters on our bulletin board, and they seem pretty decent. Do you—maybe want to go? Tomorrow night?”
Cinna couldn’t see herself, but if she had, she would’ve been torn between cringing and blushing at the way her expression opened up. It was just like a glow had lit up inside her, and all that energy honestly beamed out into the world nearby.
“I’d love to.”
For some reason, Maca seemed even more flustered, despite the fact that she’d just agreed. “Um, whh, great! I’ll—I’ll meet up with you, here? Unless there’s somewhere else you’d rather go, of course?”
Cinna was still beaming. “Here sounds great! I’ll see you tomorrow night!”
And if she fist-pumped once she was out of sight and practically skipped back to her own store, well, she had every right to do that if she so chose.
~~~
The next night, for once in her life, Cinna wasn’t running late. As a matter of fact, she was early to Maca’s store, now closed down and locked for the evening. She’d dressed up, too, and was now wearing olive green cargo pants with a variety of neon and black-light patches, a fitted white shirt, a black bomber jacket, and combat boots.
Thankfully, though, Cinna didn’t have to spend too long fussing over her outfit, as Maca showed up soon afterwards. She looked gorgeous, because of course she did. She always was.
Tonight, she was wearing a knee-length black dress covered in lace, with long, puffy sleeves made of the same material, showing the natural sky tone of her arms. She also wore knee-high white socks with little yellow ribbons at the cuffs, black Mary Janes, and had her hair pulled back into a half ponytail with a black ribbon tied in a bow.
She looked Cinna over from head to toe slowly. “Wow…I just realized I’ve never seen you out of formal clothes before. I didn’t know you liked the rugged look…”
The yellow Addison blushed bright red. “It makes me feel cool! Besides, my friend Vid convinced me to get this jacket ages ago and I’ve never had a reason to wear it before.”
Maca smiled. “Well, it looks great on you—wait. Wait. Cinnemon R. Addison, are you wearing the same colors as your uniform to the club?”
Cinna froze. “Wait, am I?!” She checked herself over. Black jacket, green pants… “It looks different enough!” she protested. “I didn’t even realize!”
“I’m sure nobody will care.” Maca shook her head in disbelief, but she still looked cheerful. “Let’s go, alright?”
“After you!” Cinna chirped, winking and gesturing ahead with a flourish.
Oddly, Maca turned dark blue and simply stood there for a moment, before blinking rapidly and pivoting to face the other direction. “Yes! Right! We’re walking! This way.”
Cinna didn’t wonder what that was all about for long, instead opting to chat with her friend about their various customers and work stories from the week. It didn’t take them much time at all to reach the club—it really was just a block away.
Maca nodded at the person watching the door. “I’m the owner of Love Latte, the place where a few of your flyers went up? I was told something about entry for two?”
The guard’s face brightened with recognition. “Oh yeah! Thanks for giving us the space, it’s so hard to find a place to advertise these days.”
“Oh, believe me, Cinna knows all about that,” Maca said, gesturing towards her companion. “You spent literal months fighting Scroll’s contacts just to get the right to advertise in your own area of town, yeah?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me! Wasn’t this supposed to be a fun outing?” Cinna groaned dramatically, playing it up a little for laughs.
It worked, too, because the security guard chuckled. “I feel that. Have fun, you two.” And with that, they unclipped the rope blocking entry and ushered both of them inside.
Once they were through the doors, Cinna couldn’t help but stare in awe. There was a large dance floor in the back of the room, with a DJ presiding over their equipment and pumping out music. To her left was a bar—while she didn’t like to drink much herself, she understood the necessity of selling what people wanted to buy. Over to the right was an area where various glowsticks and light-up items were being sold (wait, were the first two glowsticks free?!). And decorating the walls and ceiling were LED strips that pulsed to the music alongside static neon signs, giving the place an eclectic mashup of designs that somehow fit just right.
Cinna beamed. “Hey Maca, come on, let’s get some gear and go dance!”
Maca didn’t say anything, just looked up with a smile on her face and put her hand in Cinna’s. The yellow Addison felt her heart fizz with excitement, and laughed in delight as she pulled her dear friend along towards the light-up stand through the crowds.
Soon enough, the two had each grabbed a glowstick necklace and bracelet (in each other’s color, because of course they did), and were making their way onto the dance floor. Maca was a little more reserved, simply stepping lightly to the beat and only throwing in the occasional twirl. Cinna, in spite of her normal clumsy nature, was doing very well, pulling off the kind of dance moves that suggested both natural talent and at least a little bit of practice.
The music was a tiny bit fast for proper partner dancing, but that didn’t stop the two Addisons; whenever they felt like it, they would simply grab each other’s hands and do everything from bouncing in place to full-on partnered spins.
Occasionally, a line dance would come on, and if they knew the dance, they’d both join in. (Cinna would join even if she didn’t know the dance, certain she could pick it up quickly—Maca, however, elected not to learn on the fly, instead watching from the sidelines.)
Unfortunately, however, there was a simple fact about any outing with Maca, and it was that the blue Addison didn’t have anywhere near the same amount of energy that Cinna did. She worked so hard to keep up, and Cinna was eternally grateful—even a little amazed—at the effort that Maca put in for her…but there was only so much that anybody could do before they were well and truly exhausted. After nearly two hours nonstop on their feet, her friend was beginning to show all the usual signs: she was growing quiet, staring off into the middle distance more and more, and struggling to work up the energy to get back out onto the dance floor.
Strangely enough, however, Maca seemed oddly reluctant to go when Cinna brought it up. It was doubly weird given that she was usually the one to make the most sensible suggestions, but once Cinna pointed out that she was struggling to even think of a proper argument for why they should stay, Maca reluctantly allowed herself to be steered out the door.
“I just…” She sighed. “I just wanted to hang out more…we hardly ever get time together outside of work.” Maca looked genuinely distraught saying this—she must have been more tired than Cinna realized if she was getting that emotional.
Cinna bit her lip lightly in thought (and didn’t notice the way Maca immediately looked over at her). “How about I walk you home? That way we get to spend a little more time together.”
“That sounds nice…” Maca agreed, smiling shyly and looking away.
Cinna took her hand, figuring that’d be best so she’d know if Maca was about to fall asleep on her feet. Her friend seemed perfectly fine with this, and it wasn’t super intrusive or anything, so she thought it was fine.
The two walked back to her house, which was on the sixth floor of an apartment building relatively close to both the club and Love Latte. Maca was oddly silent the entire time, with a pensive look on her face, but Cinna just chalked it up to her being worn out. She even went so far as to take Maca all the way up the elevator to her own front door, since she hadn’t brought her all this way just to have her fall asleep in the lobby.
But as she turned to head off, she felt a tug on her hand—Maca hadn’t let go.
“It’s really dark out by now…you sure it’s safe for you to be going back by yourself?” she asked, looking up at Cinna with wide, worried eyes.
“I mean, I can handle myself!” the yellow Addison replied. “Besides, where else would I go?”
Maca gave her a surprisingly disapproving look—maybe the walk had woken her up a little? “Cinna. You are standing directly in front of my apartment. Under what possible circumstances would I ever not invite you in?”
“…oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Now come on in, I have a backup toothbrush and you can borrow some of my clothes or something.” Maca insisted. “…unless you really don’t want to?”
“N-no, I definitely do! I just didn’t want to, y’know, make things awkward or whatever.” Cinna stammered, already stepping through the doorway.
Maca seemed determined. “It’s not awkward unless we say it is, right?”
“That’s a really cool thing to say,” Cinna commented, barely realizing what the words were until she’d already spoken them.
Both Addisons blushed slightly.
“I can take the couch,” Maca said. “Since you went out of your way for me and all.”
Cinna smiled sheepishly. “No, I’ll take it! I’m the one imposing on your house!”
Maca folded her arms. “You’re not imposing, I invited you!”
“Well, we can’t both sleep on the couch…”
The blue Addison thought for a moment, and then seemed to jolt as she thought of something. “I mean,” she began, her voice sounding strangely tight, “this apartment came with a queen-size bed. Theoretically…there’s room. For both of us. On the bed.”
Cinna blushed harder than she had all night.
“Wouldn’t that be awk—”
Maca’s expression was flatter than a crepe.
“Right.” Cinna giggled. “Sorry!”
“You’re worrying too much about inconveniencing other people!” Maca insisted, but she was smiling. “I know you do that for your job, but you’re not on your job right now, are you?”
“Yeah, it’s just hard to turn that part of me off, you know?”
Maca sighed. “Yeah, I get that. I’ll keep reminding you if I have to, though!” She grinned at Cinna, who beamed right back—and then yawned rather loudly.
“…I should probably get to bed.” the yellow Addison admitted.
“Yeah, me too.” Maca agreed. The two went to get ready for sleep (with a bit of delay while Maca helped Cinna find the spare toothbrush), and soon enough, they were on opposite sides of the bed, curled up under the covers.
“Thanks for inviting me out…I had a lot of fun.” Cinna said, into the darkness.
“Thank you for coming. It was way better with you there,” Maca whispered.
(They fell asleep easily after that.
And yes, they absolutely did wake up in each other’s arms the next morning. Lots of flustered explanations ensued.)
~~~
Cinna paced back and forth nervously inside her house. Ever since the night she’d spent over at Maca’s place, her feelings had begun to shift (only a little, of course!) from “I have a mild crush on an obviously pretty girl” to “oh I actually might be in love with her”.
And what was she supposed to do about that?!
She really wanted to just take some time to sit with this feeling—for once, she was actually fighting her eager nature. Cinna wasn’t about to rush into anything, especially since she would feel downright awful if she accidentally hurt Maca in any way by being too overzealous.
She needed to make sure she didn’t lose the best friendship she’d ever had just because she wanted to kiss Maca’s beautiful face now on top of everything else.
Of course, the blue Addison in question wasn’t helping at all, given that she was continuing to be her charming self and inadvertently flustering Cinna at every turn. As a perfect example, Cinna was invited to a picnic with Maca today, and they each had agreed to bring half the food.
Cinna had nearly cut her miniature sandwiches into heart shapes just on the basis of cuteness, before realizing how obvious that was and opting against it. She had, however, allowed herself to indulge in bringing blueberry muffins…just as a little homage to her dearest friend-slash-love interest.
“But what do I wear?!” she exclaimed, before clapping a hand over her mouth and hoping that none of her neighbors had heard her outburst.
She couldn’t wear a white button-down to a picnic, it’d get ruined in two seconds flat. The yellow Addison had really wanted to wear her nice jeans today, though (yes, they were blue and ripped with white lace patches, and yes, she knew where she’d gotten the color scheme from).
After nearly a minute more of frantic rummaging through her closet, Cinna settled on a soft pale green flannel with darker green criss-cross, and sighed nervously as she straightened her shirt. “Alright, Cinna, you got this,” she muttered to herself. “Just be normal.”
Once she arrived at the park, she immediately did not feel normal.
Maca had already set up a checkered blanket—what kind of adorable thing was that—and she had an entire cooler full of goodies set out on it. The lady herself was wearing a soft silvery dress with a full skirt, plus a quarter-buttoned bodice and a Peter Pan collar.
Cinna felt vaguely as though she should have brought her things in a wicker basket instead of Tupperware, and because she had absolutely zero filter, she immediately proceeded to say this directly to Maca’s face.
Maca blinked, and then blushed—albeit this time with a distinctly embarrassed look on her face. “Sorry, is it too much? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” she murmured, gripping the blanket tightly.
“No! No, it’s perfect, that’s what I was trying to say!” Cinna yelped. “It just—it all looks so nice, I don’t know if I’m doing enough!” she explained hurriedly. Anything to keep Maca from looking that particular flavor of devastated ever again.
The blue Addison smiled gently up at her. “You being here is already enough.” She reached up, taking Cinna by the arm and gently guiding her down to take a seat.
Now it was her turn to redden at Maca’s kind words. “Um, I brought sandwiches.” she managed to say, setting the case down on the blanket. “And blueberry muffins. ‘Cause, you know, you’re blue, and I thought it might be a nice thing to do…I’m gonna shut up now.”
Maca stared at the muffins for a long moment. “…you made a themed food for me.”
“Uh. Yeah. You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want—”
“I do want!” Maca interrupted. “I mean, I want to eat them. Sorry, I just thought it was funny, because I made something for you too.” She reached into the cooler and pulled out a beautifully iced lemon cake. “It’s lemon. For the color theming.”
Cinna beamed. “I’m going to need multiple slices of that.”
(Neither of them noticed a hint of pink behind one of the trees in the park. Nor did they hear the shutter of a muted camera. Their time together, and their lives, remained peaceful…
…for now.)
~~~
Honestly, Cinna kind of knew that things weren’t going to last as they were. As much as she’d wanted to try and stay platonic friends for a little while longer, there was one major thing standing in the way of that.
Herself.
She kept almost slipping up, wanting to tell Maca just how wonderful she really was. Already, she’d called her crush “gorgeous” in a voice that was decidedly not giving off enough “just-gal-pals” energy to hide her true thoughts. And if she was being honest, she didn’t feel right keeping this a secret. At first, she’d thought it would be okay, that she was doing the right thing for both of them by taking some time and making sure she was serious about this.
But as time had gone on, it started to feel less like caution and more like an excuse. Cinna loved Maca, and that meant she trusted her. But if she couldn’t trust Maca with this…then would they ever even have a chance?
She did have to admit, though, it was a lot easier to consider confessing in her own home than it was here. Here, of course, being under a blanket with Maca less than an inch away, watching as the credits rolled after a fun action movie and a sampling session of various local takeout options.
Cinna swallowed thickly. Maybe she shouldn’t have had quite so many dumplings…even though they had tasted great…
“So, what did you think?” Maca asked, turning to her and smiling.
“Uh, about the movie or the food?” Cinna chuckled weakly, trying her best to meet Maca’s brightness with at least a little of her own.
“Both, I guess.” She shrugged, seeming genuinely curious. She had always listened happily when Cinna talked, even when the yellow Addison got overexcited.
She was…everything Cinna could have dreamed of and more.
Cinna had to take her chance. No more waiting.
“I liked them both.” she began. “But the part I liked best was being with you. That’s always my favorite part.”
Maca turned such a deep navy she could see it even in the light of the television.
“Aww, Cinna!”
“No, I—I mean it, I love spending time with you so much. I hate it when I have to say no to doing anything together, because—because I’m happier than I’ve ever been when you’re with me.
“Honestly…I’d spend the rest of my life with you, if I could.”
Maca, who had slowly begun hiding behind her hair as Cinna continued, suddenly froze. She peered back out from behind her makeshift curtain. “Cinna? Why does this sound like…”
The yellow Addison grinned shakily. “Like a confession? Maybe even a…a love confession?”
“Well, is it a love confession?” Maca rose to the challenge, meeting Cinna where she was at just like she always did, with a wry smile of her own.
“It…it is. I love you, Maca. I have for a while now.”
She practically squealed, throwing herself into Cinna’s arms. “I love you too! How could I not?”
“Wait, really?!” Her face turned orange-red at such a bold statement.
“You’re fun, and funny, and cute, and nice…it was practically inevitable!”
Cinna squeezed Maca a little tighter, making her squeak slightly before giggling. “Speak for yourself! I don’t know how you stay so cool all the time, let alone how you manage to keep your oven at the right temperature when you’re like that.”
Suddenly, Maca froze, before pulling back slightly. “Did…you just make a pun while complimenting me?”
“Was that not okay?” Cinna shifted nervously. “Sorry, I’m not exactly the smoothest under pressure, in case you hadn’t noticed…”
“You are so cute, please be my girlfriend.”
“What.”
“I’ve been waiting to say that for ages,” Maca explained. “Was it too fast?”
“No, but—hang on, how long is ‘ages’, exactly?” Cinna asked.
“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s since the time we closed up our first joint shop.” Maca shrugged nonchalantly, as if she confessed to loving someone for the better part of a year every day.
“That long?!” Her eyes nearly bugged out. “I’ve only known for a month or so!”
“Does that mean you’ve liked me for longer and didn’t know?” Maca joked.
“…yeah, probably.”
The blue Addison stared at her for a long moment. “How do you not know when you have a crush on someone?”
Cinna blushed an even deeper red. “Because…you’re my first. Crush, that is.”
“Cinna, that is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.” Maca stared at her seriously, taking both of her hands in her own.
“Really? Then whoever you liked before clearly didn’t see just how lucky they were.” she said, meaning every word.
Maca blinked once, twice, then spoke. “Cinna, I need you to tell me right now if you’re okay with me kissing you or not, because I really, really want to.”
Cinna beamed.
Seconds later, Maca’s lips were pressed against hers.
The blue Addison was perhaps slightly overenthusiastic, but Cinna didn’t mind in the slightest. If anything, she felt that it didn’t last nearly long enough. Thankfully, Maca seemed to agree, and soon enough, the two settled into a series of light, gentle butterfly kisses, harmonizing together just as well as they ever had while baking in the kitchen—and creating something just as sweet.
They eventually had to pull apart, however, when the reality of the situation hit Cinna. Abruptly, she began to giggle, before nearly squealing as she squeezed Maca tightly in her arms.
“Cinna, are you alright?!”
She beamed up at her girlfriend (wow). “I’m just so happy!”
Maca’s eyes widened, and she smiled in a way that showed she was just as overwhelmed with emotion. “So am I.”
~~~
The very next morning, Cinna found a meeting with Ramon on her calendar.
She hadn’t particularly wanted to go, but you just didn’t say no to a Pink. Especially not when they wanted you specifically.
When she met him—on a random street corner, of all the places, he really was secretive—he looked serious. And Ram never looked serious.
“Listen, you know how I am,” he said, not even bothering to greet her or say her name. “You know who I am. I deal in information, right? So if anything happens to that information…like, say, someone in my neighborhood gives it to someone outside, that’s not good for me, yeah?”
“Um. Yeah.” Cinna agreed. All of her instincts were telling her to leave right now, but she knew that if she did that, she’d be in even more trouble.
“So then. What, exactly, have you been talking with that little blue eye candy of yours about?”
Cinna felt her insides freeze. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You know who I mean. The girl who works in Curs’s area and bakes a lot. What kind of secrets have you been leaking to her?” Ramon frowned at her. “You should know by now that I can’t afford to lose out to him. Joy already has the top spot and Scroll and Click keep to themselves, so it’s him I have to watch out for. Did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice that you two have been getting all cutesy lately?”
“I—I haven’t told her anything serious! We don’t talk about work aside from baking together at all!” Cinna gasped.
Ram folded his arms, clearly not believing a word she said. “Sure. Even if you were telling the truth, I’m sure you’ll understand when I tell you it needs to stay that way. So, I pulled some strings—and of course this is the one damn thing Curs agrees with me on, ‘cause apparently he pulled some too—to make sure you and your gal pal are gonna work separately from now on, okay? And if you decide to meet her off hours…well, I know a thing or two about the guy you’re leasing your building from.”
Cinna couldn’t help but ask. “Which one?”
Ramon smiled then, and even though he wasn’t a Yellow, didn’t have fangs, his teeth somehow seemed even more vicious than hers. “Both.”
Cinna stumbled home not long after that, shaking. She collapsed onto her couch, and checked her phone instinctively to see if Maca had said anything…and as it turned out, there was one message from her.
Ugh, Curson wants to see me about something too. Hopefully it’ll just be him whining again and I can get out fast.
The message had been sent an hour ago.
Cinna almost cried. Almost. But as she began to think back over the conversation, as she felt the tightness building in her throat, she remembered one specific theme amongst all that Ramon had said.
“Little blue eye candy…”
“The girl…”
“Your gal pal…”
He hadn’t even had the dignity to say her name. He was so scared of something that hadn’t even happened yet that he’d turned Maca—clever, steadfast, wonderful Maca—into a thing. Some pawn he thought he could control.
Cinna swallowed the heat in her throat, and let it boil down into her stomach. She bent over backwards to please customers on the clock. She did everything she could to be kind, and cheerful, and forgiving. She gave so much and only asked for people to treat her decently in return.
But the moment she finally did something for herself, found someone who gave as much as she took, she was reprimanded? Was this the reward for selflessness in Ramon’s area?
Well then, just this once…Cinnemon R. Addison would be selfish.
~~~
That evening, a yellow figure climbed the fire escape outside one of the apartments in Curson’s area. She stood outside one specific window for a long moment, hesitating.
(Inside, Maca was crying. She’d tried for so long to believe that she could have something beautiful with Cinna, had finally seen that becoming reality, and then had all her bright hopes sliced by a pair of brutally sharp scissors.)
Cinna knocked on the outside of Maca’s window.
From the inside, Maca stared out at Cinna.
Seconds later, the window was open. “What are you doing here?” the blue Addison breathed, fresh tears welling up. “Didn’t you hear—we’ll both be ruined if we’re seen together again!”
Cinna sighed. “I know. And I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore. But I…I still want to be with you. I don’t care what Ramon or Curson or anybody else thinks! They don’t deserve to decide what we do!”
“It doesn’t matter what they deserve, it matters that they can,” Maca insisted. “I can’t just let your life get ruined for my sake!”
“Hey, it’d be my sake too.” Cinna shrugged. “And I say let them. They can take my house, my business, my reputation—but they aren’t everywhere.” Her hands curled into fists, determined. “I can always go to another city, and you could come with, or we could try and do long-distance. I’d come back on weekends to see you, I’ll take the fall, because they don’t get to choose what I do with my life when I’m not working. And I want to be with you forever, like I said. But if you don’t want that…I’ll go.”
“Don’t go!”
Maca seemed almost as surprised as anyone by the words as they left her mouth.
“I love you, Cinna, so much. But I don’t—I don’t want to provoke them unless I have to. I don’t want to find out the limits of what they can do to us.”
“So then we find somewhere safe and make sure we’re not seen. We’ll have to be more careful, for sure, but we just got together, and there’s no way I’m giving up on us now.”
“Where can we even go where they can’t find us?” Maca asked. She still looked distraught, but at least now there was something like life in her eyes.
Cinna smiled the same bright, giddy smile she’d had the night before. “I spent some time looking, and I think I’ve found a place.”
Maca hesitated, then nodded, determined. “I’ll come with you. But first—” she added, glancing at Cinna’s outfit (which happened to be the same one she’d worn to the club that fateful night)— “let me get changed.”
Ten minutes later, the two were climbing the fire escape, Maca now dressed in the same dress and accessories from the club as well. Together, they moved across the rooftops of Cyber City, Maca using her advertisements as stepping stones and Cinna helping them both avoid the cameras located around the buildings.
(At one point, they’d needed to walk along the narrow ledge of a building. At first, they were both hesitant, but then one of them took the other’s hand—neither was sure who’d reached first—and they moved together.
They could do so much together that they never could alone.)
Eventually, they made it to the top of a nondescript cement building somewhere in Clickon’s territory. He was still…intense…to say the least, but he had slightly fewer reports of physical violence than some of the other Pinks. Besides, he notoriously disliked everyone else, so Cinna had thought this would be a moderately safe bet, if nothing else because he’d be likely to spite Ram and Curs by not telling them.
“So, why here?” Maca asked.
Cinna beamed. “Look up.”
Neon light filled the air.
Signs of every shape, size, and color were glowing from the buildings around them, lighting up the sky in a rainbow of hues that softened the acid-green grid. It reflected in both their eyes, casting them in a thousand colors at once and glowing on their faces. Almost without realizing it, Maca tucked herself under Cinna’s arm, resting her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.
“I just figure…if the world can be this big and beautiful even with people like those two in it…” Cinna said, “there’s gotta be room for us somewhere, right?”
Maca looked up at her, and the yellow Addison was overjoyed to see the bravery finally returning to her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, moving in closer. “I needed this.”
Cinna held her even tighter, practically melting against her. “You’ve been telling me to stick up for myself for ages. I just finally took your advice.”
“You’re incredibl…y silly.” Maca giggled, turning and leaning forward to rest her forehead against Cinna’s.
“In a good way, right?”
“Of course it’s in a good way, I love you.” she said.
Cinna beamed unrepentantly. “So…does that mean I get to kiss you again?”
It did.
#deltarune#deltarune addisons#yellow addison#blue addison#cinnemon r. addison#macaron addison#everybody please go look at bush's blog now if you can#give her a like and a reblog and a follow because she deserves it!! her art is so good!!!!#and thank you to everyone who reads this i appreciate it very much#i hope you all have a good day/night wherever you are#and don't forget to grab some water and hydrate :)#treat yourselves kindly!
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SURPRISE piepoe art !!!!!‼️‼️‼️‼️
don't know if i ever showed piepoe chase form but it is here <:3
#piepoe arts#let me tell you bananabirds its been so hard to draw piepoe again#but i really care her chase form.... which is this one shown here!!!#it is rarely seen by many but overall it is just super irritated by everything and destructive...#but friend!!!#anyhows... treat yourselves kindly my dears and do what you can and be safe#make sure to rest and eat and drink water... 🦩💓
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This is not aimed at anyone in particular, I have just seen this tag a lot when doing my single-character drabble asks and I'm like.
Babes. I hold your faces so tenderly in my hands. I wish you wouldn't discredit your own abilities.
"I'm not a pro." "I can't promise it'll be good." "Sorry if this takes ages."
Who cares? I'm still going to read it. If anyone says it's bad, ask them if they paid you for it. Then tell them to eat your ass.
If you had fun with it, and it helped develop your oc, that's all that matters. Anyone who gatekeeps your ability can go against me and I promise my ego is pretty bullet proof. I know my writing is decent. I'll play ball.
Most professional writers have editors who help them achieve clarity and weed out mistakes. We're all just regular people wanting to talk about our blorbos. Give yourself some credit.
#。・゚゚・ — sea speaks#LIKE IT'S NOT EGOTISM TO LIKE YOUR STUFF!!#even my rusty stuff i'm like 'idk what it achieved but it's SOMETHING'#and that's good!!#please treat yourselves kindly i'm shaking u#if anyone sends you a nasty message literally send it to me and i'll reply with eat my ass#i'm not even kidding#BE! KIND! TO! YOURSELVES!
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I dont know if it's just me being naive or something but. The server hasn't ended yet. People are leaving yes and I wish them the absolute best. But the server isn't over yet and I worry that people are borrowing grief from the future by assuming that it is
#moss posts#qsmp#idk im just. maybe im very clingy to the server and am being stubborn about it#im also kind all sad-ed out#i dearly wish pac the best and hope he is doing well#and im so sorry qpac enjoyers. treat yourselves kindly in this time ok?
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happy wednesday !! i hope everyone has a great day :3 it’s the husbands + boyfies bday month so stay tuned bc i have a lot planned for these lil guys teehee
#TETZORO MONTH !#my fave lil scorpios sob#they’re hanging out + playing nice#ignoring the fact zoro is making fun of kuroo for failing nnn already :/#as if he didn’t fail too :/#anywaaaay ^_^#it’s the first of the month (🎵) and i hope november treats everyone kindly#remember to hydrate + take care of yourselves (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)#sending lots of love !!#₊˚⊹ ᰔ xoxo aims
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Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
by Mary Oliver
#to those who see this...friends...mutuals...people who just randomly stumble upon it and especially anyone struggling...#i wish you all the best for 2024 and i hope the year coming treats you and your loved ones kindly#be good to yourselves#happy new year#poetry#mary oliver#mackenzie reads it best#wild geese#Youtube
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treat your mind, body, spirit like a guest. give it only the best things you have to offer.
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it’s ALWAYS fucking “maybe you should be kinder and more patient to someone who wants to take your autonomy away🥺” because when you respond normally (angry) all of a sudden you’re RESPONSIBLE for someone’s decision to deny rights for a huge and vulnerable group of people. guys i’m so tired
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The world
do u ever miss your own energy. like damn what happened to me
#the public school system#the current political state#the news being dominated by corporations#corportocracy#extremism in politics#politics in medicine#mental health#the pandemic#we haven’t totally lost yourselves but we are tired#treat yourself and others as kindly as you can
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ask nicely
bodyguard abby x str!pper reader
summary; your night was going good until some asshole tried touching you. abby stepped in to save you and took you to a safe place. what happens when you find yourselves alone in a private room?
cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, sa (groping) coming from a man towards reader, abby kicks him out, tension, reader flirts, reader is in lingerie, abby being a gentlewoman, drinking (reader), lots of teasing, groping (coming from abby so we like it), making out, hair pulling, dom! abby and switch! reader, bratty reader, abby being an asshole, praising, begging, dirty talking, tit and nipple play (r receiving), use of good girl, choking, multiple orgasms implied, lots of teasing…
you were having a pretty good night. the club was full. your makeup looked gorgeous, your dancing routine had never came out better and the money kept flowing in steadily.
but of course something, or better said, someone had to come by and ruin it.
his hands are warm, and big on your hips, his breath smelled like alcohol as he leant on your face, trying to kiss you. “come on, sweetheart, just one little taste…” you were dodging his attempts, trying to move away, but he’s insistent and you’re getting tired of it.
lucky enough, a kind soul comes to your rescue, taking you out of the disgusting man’s grasp. you can’t help but sigh in relief when you see her. her 6ft tall height, her muscular arms dressed in a tight black muscle tee and his big thighs in a just as tight black pants… its making you salivate. her blonde hair is up on a braid, and there’s a scowl on her pretty features as her rough voice cuts the air.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
it makes you shiver. how she handles the man that easily, how she manhandles him and pulls him away from you as if he weighted nothing. your thighs clench at the thought of being under her touch and strong hands. would she be rough with you too? would she manhandle you like she had with the man? would she be soft, treat you kindly?
“kick this fucker out.” your mind was spiraling in thoughts as the other security member came at her order and took the man away to kick him out of the club, but she pulled you away from all of it with her voice, this time softer, worried.
“are you okay?” your eyes met her sky blue ones, and you swore you could melt. you fixed your lingerie set, somehow worried you’d be in disarray. you weren’t. you looked as perfect as ever under her glance. irresistible.
you nodded, afraid that if you spoke she’d understand the whine in your voice. how her protection affected you.
“come with me.” she offered, her warm hand on the low of your back to guide you to one of the private rooms where you took clients for private shows.
you found yourself walking slower than how you usually did to elongate the feeling of her touch on your skin, your hips swaying at her side.
you sighed when you heard the click of the door behind you, your hands making quick work of pouring yourself a drink.
“thank you. i needed some air.” you muttered to the woman, who nodded.
“i figured.” she gave you a soft smile.
“would you like some?” you inquired her, raising the bottle of bourbon.
“sorry. working.” she turned the offer down, and you grinned.
“responsible. cute.” something inside abby stirred at your comment, her cheeks reddening slightly under the dim lights. her eyes were everywhere but on your body, and you noticed.
you took a sip of your drink, sighing.
“my night was going so good… until that pig started bothering me.” you said. “but thanks to you… i don’t have to worry about no one touching me again, huh, abby?” you smirked, your voice low, sending shivers down her spine as your heels clacked towards her.
you’ve been observing her for a while, craving her for just as long. and you could tell she did as well. so what was stopping her? was she afraid she’ll break you? if so… why did you want it so badly?
“i wouldn’t let anybody touch you…” she swallowed, her eyes on yours, even when you stood practically naked on front of her. such good manners…
“good…” one of your manicured nails trailed down her chest, she took a step back, her back flush against the door, with no scape when you followed her. “‘cause i wouldn’t let anybody touch me except you.” you smiled, and her eyes widened, mouth falling ajar.
“except for me?” you hummed, your chest pressed against hers as you looked at her lips. if she didn’t want that she could easily deny you, push you away, but she wasn’t, and she wouldn’t.
“only you.”
your words seemed to shift something in her, ‘cause next thing you knew is that it was you the one being caged in between her strong body and the door, her lips hungrily ravishing yours in a fiery kiss that left you breathless. you moaned against her mouth, giving her the opportunity to push her tongue inside, tasting the bourbon out of your spit. your arms surrounded her neck, pulling her closer, her own on your hips, pressing you against her front.
“abby…” you sighed as her lips trailed down your neck, her teeth slightly biting your sensitive skin.
“you don’t know what you do to me…” she muttered. “always looking so perfect… so fucking beautiful. makes it difficult to hold back.” you smirked, pulling from her perfectly made braid and winning a groan.
“then don’t. i like you when you’re gentle with me. but i think i’ll like it more when you aren’t.” she bit down on her lip.
“fuck. you drive me crazy.” you smiled as her warm hands cupped your ass, hosting you up so you’d surround her hips, walking you towards the sofa or the room to plop down, pulling you down against her strong thighs.
you sigh, your hips waving against hers, making her grunt as she gropes at the meat of your ass, thrusting you harder against her body. you can see the way her muscles pop in her arms, feel how her thighs clench underneath you. and it only adds to the wetness that’s already soaking your lace thin panties. the fact that it was the only thing that kept her from touching you was driving you insane.
your hands came behind your back to unclasp your bra, leaving it aside and biting your lips under her hungry gaze. you smirked, taking the back of her hand and pulling her towards your chest, moaning when she gave you what you wanted, her lips wrapping around your perky nipples, sucking and licking over the buds until spit left them shiny and her teeth, swollen and sensitive. as she played with you, one of her hands, —the one that didn’t play with your free breast— came down in between your legs, her expert fingers touching you from beneath your panties.
“you’re soaked.” she smirked as she noticed the slick mess you’d become by just a few kisses and touches. “someone needs it bad, huh?” you groaned.
“give me what i want.” you ordered as you tugged from her hair and she scoffed.
“manners.” she answered. “only good girls get what they want. if you want something you need to ask for it.” you whined.
“i want you to touch me.”
“but i’m touching you.” you moaned as her fingers squeezed your nipple.
“you know what i mean…”
“i still want to hear you say it.” she whispered and your hips rocked against her fingertips in seek of relief.
“i want your fingers. in my pussy.” you breathed against her lips. “is that clear enough for you?” you spat, and she chuckled, humming with that cocky smirk of hers that you’d absolutely despise if it didn’t turn you on so much.
“say please.” you groaned, looking down at her as daggers left your eyes. she was teasing you. pushing all your buttons to break you. and she did.
“please.” you gritted in between your teeth, and she pinched your nipple harder, making you whimper and your hips buck as she pressed up against your cunt with her hand, brushing your clit.
“be sweet about it.” you were pleading now.
“please abby, please. fuck me.”
“atta girl…” she praised in a low voice, and then she was pushing your panties aside and finally giving you what you wanted. a honey sweet moan left your lips when her fingers brushed your sensitive clit, drawing tight circles that left you shuddering.
she whistled due to how easily her fingers slipped in between your folds. “completely soaked for me, huh? so fucking pretty…” all breath left your lungs as two of her thick fingers plunged inside of you, stretching your walls and making a slick sound dive into the music that surrounded the two of you. “so tight…”
“fuck.” you groaned as she curled them, easily finding your g spot and making your back arch.
“right there, hm? look at you…” her free hand came up to surround your neck, keeping you in place. “so ready to take everything i give you, hm?” you nodded.
“yes… yes, please. anything…” you begged as she started to thrust in and out of you, your slick wetting her fingers and making white rings up her knuckles.
she chuckled. “so all i needed to do for you to behave was bury my fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, huh?” you whimpered when she curled them once again.
“shut up.” you stuttered and she laughed, curling her fingers faster and harder, making you moan and curse. “fuck, abby...”
“you sound so pretty like this, moaning my name. do it again.”
“abby, please, make me cum, please…” her thumb came up to your clit, and her grip on your throat tightened.
“you wanna cum? wanna cum all over my fingers?” you nodded. “then beg for it.”
“please…” you cried out, feeling the warmth on your lower stomach rising. you were so close… “please let me cum, please…” she hummed.
“such a good girl…” you whimpered at the praise, your walls clenching around her fingers. “go ahead angel, wanna see it drip.” with a few more curls of her dingers and circles on your swollen and sensitive clit, you fell apart, moans spilling from your lips as she helped you ride it, sucking at your nipples to extend it. “thaaat’s it. good fucking girl.”
it was not necessary to say that abby made you cum again, and again, and maybe a couple more times…
#abby x reader smut#abby smut#abby fanfiction#abby x you#abby anderson x fem! reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x reader#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby x reader#abby anderson#abby anderson x fem!reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson fanfic#abby anderson tlou#abby anderson fic#abby anderson tlou2#tlou#tlou fanfiction#tlou fic#tlou imagine#tlou smut#tlou fluff#tlou2#tlou x reader
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am sick...couldn’t meet friend..tis less than 5 minutes till january...damn
#what an eve#god i'm just tired XD#to anyone who sees this-#i hope y'all are taking good care of yourselves .u.#may we- an this new year- treat us kindly <3#.....*trying desperately to forget my history summative essay that's looming over my head*
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this. THIS is the fucking truth in this fandom. that small group of people who seem all high and mighty just because their fics get a lot of notes is so not worth putting yourself through the stress and thinking you wont ever be as good as them.
i speak from experience.
write what you want, HOW you want. don’t write for others or for what you think the fandom will enjoy.
write. what. you. want.
the people who appreciate what you do write will tell you. if it’s not a comment on a reblog, it’s a reblog in itself.
advice for writers in the daryl fandom:
if ANYONE mocks you or your work Block them immediately.
Turn off anon messages.
reblog your stories all the time.
post/quote comments and replies that make you happy.
if you feel comfortable warn others about those who've hurt you
There is a small group in this fandom who take delight in bullying others. they are not the majority and certainly aren't worth heeding.
#some of you daryl writers grind my fucking gears and they KNOW who they are.#the amout of shit i have gone thru this year in the daryl fandom alone is enough to make me lose years off my life.#i’ve said my piece#its up to you all to treat yourselves kindly#i love u writers so much
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I dont know if it's just me being naive or something but. The server hasn't ended yet. People are leaving yes and I wish them the absolute best. But the server isn't over yet and I worry that people are borrowing grief from the future by assuming that it is
#moss posts#qsmp#idk im just. maybe im very clingy to the server and am being stubborn about it#im also kind all sad-ed out#i dearly wish pac the best and hope he is doing well#and im so sorry qpac enjoyers. treat yourselves kindly in this time ok?
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Kinktober - {Day Sixteen} {<- kinktober masterlist}
18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List} {Kinktober}
{Elijah Mikaelson x F!Reader} Request {@sweetieseven}:How about Elijah with a mirror sex kink? With dom/sub? The reader is an innocent girl with zero experience and still virgin. She and Elijah just know each other for at least a month... Can you make it like Bridgerton themed please (1800 era). Thankkk youuuu ❤️❤️❤️, (greedy I know...)
♡♡♡ I adore this ideaa, I know Elijah absolutely THRIVED in the 17th century ♡♡♡
3.1k words - Kinks: soft!dom Elijah, mirror sex, inexperience, 1800s themed, reader is super innocent && arranged marriage...
It was the duty of a young woman to marry, to find a good husband and give him children. That's what your mother had taught you growing up. But it was never as easy as she made it out to be, for some men were cruel and others only wished to take a wife to get his hands on her inheritance. It was difficult for a young woman such as yourself to find a good husband.
But it seemed fate had finally dealt you a good hand. Your father had secured a match, one with a respected noble family.
He was a fine choice, all the ladies would agree, for Elijah Mikaelson was the most sought after bachelor in the city. He had charm and charisma and, from the rumors you had heard, was quite skilled in the art of pleasure.
But, this just made you more fearful, for you knew nothing of the marriage bed. Ladies would come to you with conflicting tales of how men would treat them, sometimes roughly, sometimes with the utmost care. How would he expect you to behave? It was as though everyone else knew a secret you were not privy to, and it frustrated you to no end.
And now, it was your wedding night, you stood before a full length mirror, gazing at your reflection as the servants fussed over you. They stripped off your gown, leaving you in only a corset and thin night dress. The air felt cool against your skin, a welcome feeling against your heated body.
"Pardon my boldness, my lady, but that husband of yours is quite a looker." A servant girl said, pulling the pins from your hair, letting the locks fall freely.
You blushed, thinking of him, his handsome features and strong build. The way he looked at you as you said your vows made you feel things you did not understand, things that made your body ache and your skin flush.
You nodded, fear making words hard to come by. The servant smiled and patted your shoulder, her voice reassuring. "Don't fret, my lady. The first time is always the most frightening. But, I have a feeling the two of you will enjoy yourselves tonight."
The other servants giggled, and you couldn't help the embarrassed squeak that left your lips. How many servants were aware of your inexperience? Did he know? You had been told by many that men preferred their wives to be chaste, to have no experience with other men. You were a pure maiden, untouched. Would that be enough?
"All finished, my lady." She said, smiling kindly as you looked back at yourself in the mirror.
"Thank you," You said softly, watching them snuff out most of the candles, casting the room in a dim glow.
"Goodnight, my lady."
"Goodnight," You responded, watching as they all exited, closing the door behind them.
You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Should you get into bed? Or were you supposed to wait for him to arrive?
You settled on simply pacing around the room, too nervous to sit down. What was he going to do when he came in? Would he be gentle? You hoped so, the thought of him being rough was far too frightening to dwell on.
You thought back to when you were first introduced, only a few months ago. He had kissed your hand, his lips soft against the skin, but the look in his eyes was one of pure lust. It made you shudder to think of what was to come.
Your pacing stopped when you heard a soft knock at the door, the handle turning shortly after.
You stood rooted to the spot as he entered, shutting the door behind him. He looked even more handsome in the dim lighting, his dark hair perfectly styled, his face freshly shaven. He was no longer wearing his wedding suit, but a plain white shirt and dark trousers.
He walked slowly towards you, his eyes roaming over your figure, his lips pulling up in a smirk as he noticed your blush.
"Hello," he said softly, a hand reaching out to cup your cheek.
You swallowed, trying to formulate words, but they wouldn't come. He seemed to know this, his smirk widening as his thumb traced over your lips.
"This day has been quite long, hasn't it?" He said, his hand sliding down to hold your chin.
You nodded, the feeling of his touch making your heart flutter. His gaze was intense, sending heat throughout your body.
"Would you prefer to rest?" He asked, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
You blinked, shocked at his suggestion. You were his wife now, did he not want you? A terrible feeling of inadequacy washed over you.
"Is that what you wish, h-husband?" You asked, stuttering slightly.
He hummed, his eyes flicking down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. "Not at all, my darling. But I do not wish to frighten you. This is a new experience for you, is it not?"
You felt your cheeks heat up even more, a nod was all you could manage.
"Do not fret," He said, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. "I'll show you everything."
Your breath hitched as he pressed his lips to yours, his arms wrapping around your waist. The kiss was soft and sweet, but it ignited something within you, a need that was quickly becoming unbearable.
You gasped as he picked you up, carrying you towards the bed. You couldn't help but cling to him, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He chuckled at your reaction, laying you down gently on the bed, his hands going to the laces of your corset.
You felt a rush of fear as he began unlacing the garment, and your hands grabbed at his, stopping him. He looked at you, his brows furrowed.
"What is wrong, my dear?" He asked, his hands going to cup your cheeks.
"I... I don't know..." You whispered, your voice shaky. "I'm sorry, I-I just..."
He silenced you with a kiss, then he pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his.
"Look," He said, pointing to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
You looked at the reflection, seeing the two of you. Your body was flush against his, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips. It made your breath hitch, seeing him touching you so intimately.
"We can see each other perfectly in the mirror," He said, his lips brushing over your jaw. "We can watch every single thing we do to one another."
His words overwhelmed you, and you buried your face in his neck, trying to hide your embarrassment. His fingers tilted your chin up, his eyes locking onto yours.
"You are so beautiful, my dear," He said, his lips meeting yours again. "I'm honored to have such a lovely wife."
His words caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, and you couldn't help but smile, looking into his warm, brown eyes.
"Watch," he said, his hand sliding down your body, pulling the laces of your corset loose.
You watched his every movement, mesmerized by the sight of him. His hands were sure and gentle with the way they undid the garment and soon, he was sliding it off of you. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he gazed upon your bare breasts, your thin dress leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Beautiful," He whispered, his hands cupping your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh.
You gasped, the feeling of his hands on you, wetness forming between your thighs. Your nipples were stiff against the fabric, and he noticed, his thumbs teasing the peaks.
"Tell me, sweet wife, what do you know of pleasure?" He asked, his lips trailing kisses along your neck.
"N-not much," You said, shivering at his touch. "Only what the ladies have told me."
"I see," He said, a smirk on his lips. "And what have they told you?"
"It's.... not appropriate to say.." You said, blushing deeply.
He chuckled, his hands tugging at the strings of your nightdress, loosening it.
"Oh, but it's most appropriate for me to know." He said, lifting your arms and pulling the fabric up and over your head, leaving you completely exposed to him.
"Please, husband.." You whispered, feeling so vulnerable and bare.
"Tell me." He said, his hands caressing your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples.
"I know you... put it in me... d-down there," You stuttered, his eyes drinking in your every expression. You couldn't look him in the eyes as you spoke, it was too embarrassing.
He chuckled, his hand slowly moving down your body, his fingertips ghosting along your stomach, stopping just before he reached the soft curls between your thighs.
"Is that all they told you?" He asked, his eyes locking onto yours.
"They said you were a good lover... t-that I would enjoy it.." You said, his smirk widening.
"Then I shall do my best to live up to such a reputation," He said, his fingers delving into the curls, it made you ache even more, a deep, burning need that only seemed to grow as he continued touching you.
His words sent a thrill through you, and you couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips as he pushed a finger into you. It felt strange, a sort of foreign intrusion, but not painful.
"Look," he began, his finger curling inside of you. "See how easily I fit inside you? How wet you are for me?"
You glanced up at the mirror, watching his finger disappear inside of you. It was a sinful sight, one that made the ache grow stronger.
"A woman needs to be ready for her husband, just as he needs to be ready for her," He explained, his finger moving slowly in and out of you. "It will hurt otherwise."
"H-how does a man get ready?" You asked, biting your lip.
He smiled, his thumb finding a sensitive little spot, rubbing slow circles. It felt incredible, and you couldn't help but moan, your hips bucking involuntarily.
"For some, it's enough to just look at his wife, to see her beauty and know she is his. But, for others, it takes a little more." He said, his finger increasing in pace, his thumb matching the rhythm.
You had no idea how to make him ready, and the thought made your cheeks flush with shame. How could you be his wife if you didn't know such simple things?
He could see the distress on your face, and he pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice soothing.
"Just by seeing you like this, by touching you, I'm ready," He whispered, his lips brushing over yours.
You melted into the kiss, the warmth of his mouth and the skill of his tongue sending another wave of heat through your body. His fingers continued their work, bringing you closer and closer to some unknown edge.
"Are you close, my love?" He asked, his nose nuzzling yours.
"Close to what?" You asked, panting slightly.
"Close to your peak, to your pleasure," He said, a smirk on his lips. "Have the ladies told you about that, my darling?"
"No..." You said, a bit embarrassed that you didn't know.
"Watch, then," He said, nodding to the mirror.
You looked at the mirror, seeing the reflection of his hands on your body, the way his finger moved in and out of you. The way his eyes were glued to your face, taking in every little reaction.
He added a second finger, stretching you in the most delicious way, his thumb pressing down harder on that sensitive spot. It felt like fire was running through your veins, and you couldn't stop the moan from spilling from your lips.
"There we go, chase that feeling," He said, his eyes glinting.
His words and the pleasure they brought made you snap, and you fell over the edge, waves of pure bliss washing over you. It was indescribable, and you felt yourself clinging to him, burying your face in his neck.
You felt boneless, utterly spent, but the need had not faded. You wanted him, wanted more of his touch.
"That was exquisite, my darling," He said, kissing the top of your head. "I can't wait to see you fall apart on my cock."
His words were so lewd, so unlike anything you had ever heard before, but they filled you with a strange sort of excitement.
You sat up, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He chuckled, helping you undress him. Once his chest was bare, you ran your hands over the smooth skin, his muscles flexing beneath your touch.
"Eager little wife," He said, smirking. "Just a small taste and now you're insatiable."
You giggled at his words, the ache still throbbing inside of you. His hands went to the laces of his trousers, and you watched as he freed his cock, his member thick and long. You couldn't help but marvel at the sight. You understood now what he meant by being ready, and the thought of him inside of you, filling you up, was intoxicating as it was terrifying.
He smiled at your expression, he took your hand and placed it on his cock. Your fingers wrapped around him, marveling at how soft his skin was.
"Does it hurt?" You asked, stroking his length slowly.
He hummed, his eyes closing as you touched him. "Not at all," He said, his hand wrapping around yours, guiding you to stroke him. "Just keep doing that."
You obeyed, watching as his breathing became heavier, his lips parted in pleasure. It was a wonderful sight, one that made the need grow even stronger.
"You feel nice," you whispered, biting your lip.
He grinned, his hand falling away from yours. "You feel better," He said, pulling your hips closer, grinding his cock against your wetness.
You moaned at the sensation, the tip of his manhood pressing against that sensitive spot he was touching before. He did it again and again, his movements slow and torturous.
"What happens now?" You asked, whimpering at his actions.
"Now," He began, lifting your hips, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. "I'm going to make you mine."
He pressed a kiss to your lips, then he lowered you down onto him, the head of his cock stretching you. It hurt and you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"Shh, it's alright, my love," He said, his voice low and soothing. "Breathe, just breathe."
You did as he said, taking a few deep breaths and you felt the head hit your barrier. He paused for a moment, allowing you time to adjust. Then, he pushed deeper, breaking through the thin membrane.
You whimpered in pain, your face buried in his neck. It felt like a thousand needles stabbing at your flesh, but he was there, holding you close, whispering sweet words. He reached between you and rubbed slow circles over that good spot, the pleasure easing the pain.
"Are you alright?" He asked, kissing the top of your head.
You nodded, taking a few deep breaths, then lowered yourself all the way down, his cock sheathed inside you. You felt a new ache, a need for him to move, to feel him slide in and out of you. It was instinctual, like your body was coming alive for the first time.
He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to the feeling, guiding your hips to move with his. It reminded you of dancing, there was a rhythm to it, a sense of intimacy.
You were grateful for the mirror, it allowed you to see every moment, every movement. The way his hands held your hips, the way the muscles in his arms flexed as he moved. He was beautiful, and you felt a surge of pride knowing he was yours.
The pain was gone, replaced by a new kind of pleasure, something deeper than his earlier touches. You were consumed by the need for him, your hands roaming over his skin, your lips brushing against his.
“Look at yourself,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “See how perfectly you fit around me?”
Your cheeks flushed with heat as you continued to watch. Your skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and the way your breasts bounced with each movement only heightened your arousal. You were caught somewhere between embarrassment and excitement, but the look in his eyes—filled with lust and admiration—made you feel powerful, desirable.
He chucked at your reaction, his hands squeezing your hips. He leaned forward, pushing you backwards so that your back was against the soft bedding, you gasped and giggled at the sudden change in position.
He looked down at you, a smile playing on his lips, he moved his hips slowly, drawing his cock almost all the way out of you, before thrusting back inside. You moaned, the sensation was incredible, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every stroke.
"You're mine now, my love," He murmured, his lips trailing along your jaw, his breath hot on your skin. "All mine."
You nodded, unable to form words, his name was all you could manage. He was in complete control, and you loved every moment of it. You felt yourself being driven closer and closer to the edge, your climax building inside of you. He seemed to sense it, his thumb finding that spot once more, stroking in time with his thrusts.
You felt something within you snap, like a kettle overflowing, the steam escaping into the air. The pleasure washed over you, a wave of ecstasy that left you gasping for breath, clutching his shoulders.
He smiled, his lips colliding with yours, his pace was faltering, his breathing becoming labored. You had never learned exactly what happens next, about how things end. Your body tensed, unsure of what would happen, but he continued moving, holding your heated body close to his.
He let out a groan, his thrusts growing faster, deeper. You gasped at his roughness, the intensity in his movements, skin slapping against skin.
Suddenly, he tensed, pressing himself deep inside you. There was an odd warmth, something foreign that spread throughout your body. But you didn't mind it, it felt right, almost comforting.
His hands cupped your cheeks, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot against your skin.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice a husky whisper.
You nodded, giving him a smile. "Yes, I'm fine," You replied, your fingers brushing his hair out of his face.
He rolled to his side, bringing you with him, you let out a soft little laugh as you snuggled into his warm embrace.
You lay there in silence, enjoying the closeness, the warmth of his skin against yours. It was a feeling you knew you would never tire of.
"Is it always like this? This... pleasure?" You asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.
He chucked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"One can only hope."
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Saving Grace 18+
Major Trigger Warning: Domestic and Child Abuse
Request: Ok, I blame your blog for my growing desire on Kelly Severide 😭😭😭 and your smut was soo goood! I'm in Love with your writing !
Sooooo I kindly want to ask you for a little bday (it's Sunday but it's fine if you don't have time) present with angsty Kelly, cause I'm sure we'll love some fluff too 🤗🙊 maybe a little something where they are a couple and she's a paramedic and he's always cute around her and wants her to be save on every call. But one time they're all get called to a gang fight and as she's treating a victim she gets attacked with a knife which nearly kills her and Kelly's world stops when she's in his arms full of blood and barely hanging on. He never leaves her side when she's taken to Med and even there he's by her side begging her to come back to him. Just cute and fluffy Kelly cause daaaaaamn he's so great 🥹 oh and ofc it's a Happy Ending with them 🤗❤️
Pairings: Kelly Severide x Fiancée!Paramedic!Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, hospitals, stabbing, knife, blood, inaccurate medical talk, smut
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A/N: Happy belated birthday to the anon that sent this in!
A/N 2: Yes even though this is fluff with angst there is smut so @imagine-all-the-fandoms and @talesofreading please prepare yourselves!
You had known Kelly Severide ever since you were both kids, considering you were next door neighbors. You didn't have the best childhood and needed a friend and you found that in Kelly. You two had grown up and had been there for each other through thick and thin. Through bad breakups with shitty boyfriends and girlfriends. You shut down all the rumors going around about Kelly even though you probably knew they were true especially with him being a womanizer, but you had to defend your friend and crush.
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Middle school hit and your friendship was stronger than ever and you two had stayed thick as thieves no matter how popular he had become. When his girlfriend, and also the captain of the soccer team, tried to get him to stop hanging around you because she didn't like you, he immediately broke up with her. One particular night they yelling and the fighting got so bad at your house that it became physical and your father had hit you and then threw a plate against the wall, breaking it and some of it cut you. Your mother tried to stop it but your father turned on her and she looked at you with a particular look and you ran, you ran to Kelly. When he saw you and the shape you were in, he grew furious but he took you up to your room and cleaned you up and held you that night.
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When high school came around your friendship and crush were still going strong. It became normal around the school to see each other with each other, so normal that his friends started becoming your friends and vice versa. Around sophomore year a particularly bad night occurred over at the Y/L/N Household. Your mother had just passed away due to some complications from the abuse your father had laid on her, the next day your father started to drink heavily starting in the morning and didn't end at all. You had just come home from school to find your father sitting at the kitchen table drinking. “About time you came home.” He said with a bite in his tone.
“I was at school.” You said slightly trembling. Your father looked up at you in rage.
“From now on you're not going to school. You're staying here.” He said not really in the right mental state.
“Dad, I can't do that. I need to go to school.” You said you wanted Kelly.
“Not anymore. Now make dinner.” He said harshly.
“No, Dad. I have homework to do and I promised Kelly I would meet up with him to help him.” You said and the anger flashed through your father’s face.
“You're always with him. Kelly this, Kelly that. I bet you've probably fucked him you slut.” He said and that brought tears to your eyes.
“No, I haven't.” You said “I'm not with him.” You added and your dad scoffed.
“Whatever. Now, get to cleaning this place is dirty and cooking. I'm hungry.” He spoke
“No, I need to do homework and then meet Kelly. I've told you this.” You said something must've snapped in him because he was suddenly picking up his glass and throwing it at you. It grazed you and hit the wall exploding in a million pieces and most of those cut you and you ducked for cover. Your dad stalked over to you and grabbed you by the hair and slammed you up against the wall he was yelling and threatening you. Tears were coming out fast.
“Stop you're crying.” He said and punched you in the face and you cradled your face and that just made him grow angrier. He slammed your head into the wall and then threw you down onto the ground. He kicked you twice in the ribs, breaking some, and several in the stomach. There were plates on a shelf next to you and he reached over and pulled that down over you, they broke all over you and cut you. You were sure you were bloody and not a very good sight to look at. You were close to passing out and you just wanted Kelly.
“Kelly.” You mumbled and your dad rolled his eyes.
“There you go saying his name. He can't save you now.” Your dad said and then brought his boot cover foot and it connected it with your head and that brought stars to your vision. Kelly, you wanted Kelly and now. Your dad finally stopped his attack on you and then stormed away, grabbed his keys and left considering you heard his truck start up. He left the door standing wide open.
Kelly had just gotten home from his baseball practice when he noticed your car in the driveway but not your dad's. He also noticed the door left wide open and that made his stomach drop. He quickly pulled into your driveway and got out and rushed in and the scene before his eyes made his blood boil. You were laid there in a pool of your own blood and semi-conscious. “Son of a bitch.” He said to himself he made it very clear that he didn't like your dad early on. “Hey, Angel. Wake up for me. Please.” Kelly said while stroking your cheek but nothing had worked. “You’re really scaring me.” He said. You heard a voice and it sounded like Kelly’s.
“Kel?” You asked, slurring your words and eyes cracking open. You saw him crouching down in front of you.
“Yea, it's me.” He said
“Dad-” You began but he shushed you.
“I know, Angel. I know.” He said smiling sadly and then pulled out his phone. “I’m gonna call 911. Just hang tight.” He said and you just stared at him everything sounded underwater. You could hear him talking but couldn’t pay attention. Your eyes started to close “Hey, hey, hey. Keep those eyes open for me.” He said but they were already shutting “Y/N-” he said and the last thing you heard before you let the darkness win.
The next thing you remember was waking up in the hospital with Kelly asleep by your side. You hurt all over and you vowed to yourself that you would become a paramedic to help people in need. You tried sitting up and groaned and that is what woke him up. “Woah. Hey. It’s ok, Angel.” He said and got up helped you lay back down.
“Dad?” You asked and he smiled sadly.
“He was found with his truck wrapped around a tree, he survived and when he gets healthy enough, he is going to prison.” He said and you nodded and then your eyes were closing. “Go to sleep, Angel. I’ll be right here.” He said and you let your eyes slip closed.
“I love you, Kel. More than a friend.” You said and he smiled.
“I love you too. More than a friend.” He repeated and you smiled and then fell asleep. When you woke up again, he brought up what you said and told him it was true and he smiled and told you that he felt the same way. From that day you two started to date.
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When you both graduated high school you decided to follow Kelly everywhere and owed him your life because he saved your life. You ended up going with him to the fire academy and excelling through it and had graduated as a paramedic and him as a firefighter. After graduation he had proposed to you and it was an immediate yes.
Considering that you both had gotten engaged you both followed each other through the different firehouses and both ended up at Firehouse 51. When you got the position for a paramedic on Ambulance 61, he got his position on Rescue Squad 3 and you both were so happy. It was exciting and both were so happy.
Kelly and you had talked about kids and decided not to wait until you both were married and when it happened then it happened. You loved the thought of getting married but were happy to be engaged with the love of your life. Getting with you and getting engaged changed Kelly for the good, he stopped being a womanizer and he devoted himself to you and only you.
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You both had been sleeping soundly in your own bed at your house after being off for 3 days and having a lot of fun in the bedroom trying but not really trying for a child. Your alarm had gone off at 6:30 AM and you jolted awake. When you turned over and saw the time you groaned and shut the alarm off. “Is it time already?” Kelly asked with a gravely and sleep ridden voice and you smiled and rolled over looking at him. You didn’t have to go in until 8:00 AM.
“Sadly yes.” You said and kissed him and he returned the kiss. “But hey, we'll be with each other for the next 2 days.” You said and he smiled.
“That we will, Angel.” Kelly said and kissed you rolling over to where he was pinning you underneath him. The kissing got more intense and you were planning on letting it go further but you needed to get to work before Boden had both of your heads.
“As much as I want to continue this. We really need to get to work.” You said and he bowed his head and sighed in defeat. He knew you right.
“You’re always right.” He said and you smiled and kissed him again but he continued his attack on you.
“Kel.” You warned but he just continued his attack on your neck and then he was inching his way down your body until he got to the hem of his shirt that you stole from him. “Baby.” You moaned out and he smirked and went lower to your underwear cover pussy. He pushed your legs open and began kissing the inside of your thighs as he slid your underwear down your legs and threw them somewhere. Then he dove straight in and your head was thrown back “Kelly!” You shouted but turned into a moan. Your hands went to his head he licked a broad stripe up your folds as his hands kept your thighs spread. He swirled his tongue around your entrance and then bit your clit gently and that had you letting out a pornographic moan. Your back arched pleasure and that rubber band feeling was creeping up a tall tale sign you were about to cum. “I’m gonna cum.” You warned and he quickened his pace and when he sucked on your clit and gently bit it again for the second time had you coming undone. “I'm cumming!” You moaned out and that rubber band snapped and you saw stars. You came all over his face and he was licking it up like it was his last meal. When you came down from your high, he was sitting up and lying next to you. You laid there for a few minutes catching your breath “That was amazing.” You said and he smiled and leaned over and kissed you, you could taste yourself on his tongue.
“Have to take care of my girl.” He said after he broke the kiss and you smiled.
“Now we have to get ready.” You said and got up. He laid there watching you. Once you had disappeared into the bathroom, he and when he heard the shower running, he got up and smirked. He stripped off his sweats and underwear leaving him nude. He walked into the bathroom and when you heard the shower door open you smiled.
“Just couldn’t stand it could you?” You asked and he smirked.
“How can? Especially knowing my sexy fiancée is in here all alone and may need some assistance.” He said and you laughed as he started to finish what you had started and then it was your turn to help him. As you were soaping him up and rinsing him off you got down to his very erect and noticeable hard on, you smirked.
“Want me to help you with that?” You asked and he smirked.
“I would never say no to you.” He said and you smiled and he helped you ease your way down once he knew what you were doing. All soap was gone and both of you were clean but you always did enjoy standing there under the hot water. Your hand traveled down to his cock and pumped it while you kissed the tip and kitten licked it and that had him moaning. “Oh, Angel. That feels so good.” He said and you smirked and took the tip into your mouth and swirled it with your tongue and then you started moving your head up and down. Kelly’s head was thrown back in pleasure. One hand went to your head and the other braced himself on the shower wall. “Angel.” He moaned out. You kept changing your speed and then you hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper until he hit the back of your throat. You breathed through your nose “I’m close, Y/N/N.” He said and you knew it was true especially when your other hand that wasn’t on his cock went to his balls you felt them tightening up. What did him in was when you squeezed his cock and his balls at the same time “I’m cumming, Angel.” He moaned out and then his thick load shot into the back of your throat and you swallowed it all. When he was done you slowly drug your mouth off his cock and released him with a pop. He helped you stand up and kissed you tasting himself. You smiled at him “Thank you, Angel.” He said and tucked a piece of wet hair behind your ear.
“Anytime babe.” You said and then you both were getting out and getting ready. Once everything was ready to go you looked at your phone 7:20 AM it read and your eyes bugged out of your head.
“What is it, Angel?” He asked when he noticed your expression.
“We’re gonna be late.” You said and he smirked.
“Then let me drive.” He said and you groaned but agreed. You both walked out to his Jeep and he booked it to the firehouse. 7:50 AM, you had cut it close but now you felt nauseous.
“Never letting you drive again.” You said as you grabbed your bag.
“Oh, come on. I got us here on time.” He said and you just shook your head and the both of you headed in. Both of you put your bags in the locker room and went to hear the reports and once that was over your 2-day shift started.
6 hours into your shift nothing really exciting happened, just a few small calls that didn’t require everyone to go out. You were grateful for the silent morning and not much happening because that meant you could spend time with Kelly and plan your wedding with your bridesmaids, Sylvie Brett and Grabriela Dawson and maid of honor, Stella Kidd. “So, have you picked a color yet?” Sylvie asked.
“I have 2 picked out navy blue and sage green.” You said and she nodded.
“Oh, navy blue would look so pretty.” Stella said and you smiled as you flipped through some magazines. You were mid flip when Kelly walked into the room you looked up when you saw him coming over and kissed you.
“How is my beautiful fiancée doing?” He asked and you smiled and you could hear the girls aweing at you both and you rolled your eyes at them.
“Oh hush. I’m doing well. A little bit achy from the rambunctious patient we had last call.” You said and he gave you a look “Kel, I’m fine nothing major happened and we handled it.” You said and he eased up.
“You know I want you to be safe on every call.” He said and you nodded and watched him walk over to the fridge and grab two bottles of water and something to snack on and brought it to you. You gladly accepted them.
“You two are so adorable.” Gabby said and you chuckled and made room for Kelly to sit down and then you leaned into him and started flipping through the magazine again as he fed you some of his snack. “So, you have a cake picked out?” She asked and you nodded.
“We do. It’s a chocolate strawberry cake.” Kelly said “It’s her favorite and I want her to be happy on her special day.” He said and kissed your temple. You smiled and played with your engagement ring.
“Hey it’s your day too.” You argued and looked at him.
“Yes, but to me it’s going to be all about you and celebrating you being with me.” He said and again the girls awed at the both of you and again you rolled your eyes but smiled. The wedding talk continues and Kelly put his input in. When the urge to go to the bathroom was needed you got up and he whined. “Where are you going?” He asked pouting and you turned to him.
“I have to go to the bathroom, Babe. Unless you want to join.” You said as a joke and he started to get up but you stopped him “I was joking. I’ll be back soon.” You said and he pouted again.
“Fine. I’ll miss you.” He said and you laughed.
“I’ll be right back.” You said and the girls all laughed. You went to the bathroom and as you were washing your hands the bells rang signaling for Rescue Squad 3, Truck 81, Ambulance 61, and Engine 51. It must be serious if they were sending everyone out. You quickly rushed the ambulance and he stopped you before you got in and he kissed you hard and you returned the kiss. “I love you.” You said as you hopped into the vehicle.
“I love you too.” He said and then you both got in your vehicles and then you were off to the call. The call was made by a bystander that had witnessed a gang fight had taken place and there were some casualties but also some that needed medical attention as well as a fire that had broken out due to a bullet hitting a gas tank of a car. Intelligence was also called since it was their case they were working on. You were quick to jump out when the ambulance had stopped. Boden gave orders and everyone got to work. You, Sylvie, and Gabby along with Herrmann, Otis, Kelly, Brian and Peter moved people that needed serious attention to one place and the ones that didn't move to another then the deceased to another with sheets laying over them. Intelligence and other police officers were booking left and right. You had just finished with one patient when Jay grabbed your attention.
“Hey, Y/N! I need you over here!” He said and you rushed over with your bag. When you got there a man in his mid-20s was lying unconscious on the ground but breathing. You knelt down next to him and Jay. Jay was waiting to do anything to help.
“Sir, can you hear me?” You asked while taking a listen to him and everything sounded normal. You still hadn't gotten a response so you made your hand into a fist and rubbed his sternum. That definitely got a reaction out of him because before Jay could stop him, he had grabbed a knife that was in his back pocket and drove it first into your stomach. At first you didn't feel it and Jay was just shocked. You Felt it when the knife pulled out and found its way into your ribs. Jay took action and was quick to apprehend the person and cuff him. He called for someone to get the person off the ground and once they were gone Jay turned his direction to you.
“Hey it's ok. You're going to be ok.” Jay said as he started putting pressure on your wounds.
“Kelly. Want Kelly.” You mumbled out and Jay nodded and looked up looking for your fiancé and when he found him, he shouted his name.
“Kelly!” Jay shouted and that caused Kelly to look up and his face drained of color when he saw you on the ground with blood and Jay trying to help. He was rushing over to get to you.
“What the hell happened?” Kelly asked when he arrived and took over for Jay but Jay stayed close wanting to help his friends.
“I found a guy on the ground unconscious and called her over since she was available. She was checking on him and trying to wake him up and he woke up startled and took out a knife we both didn't see and stabbed her before I could do anything. He was quick and got a second stab in.” Jay said and Kelly nodded, not mad at anyone this could happen to anyone. He knew moving someone without knowing their injuries could end up making it worse for them.
“Kel?” You asked and he looked down and saw you staring at him with wild unfocused eyes. You looked so scared.
“I'm here, Angel. I'm here.” He said and pressed harder on your wounds. Blood was starting to seep out between his fingers. “Jay, go and get Sylvie and Gabby. Tell them it's Y/N. Tell them to bring the gurney and hurry.” He said and Jay nodded and went to find them.
“I'm sorry.” You said and Kelly looked at you confused.
“Why are you sorry?” He asked
“I didn't see the knife.” You said and he shook his head.
“Nobody could've seen it. You and Jay did the right thing in not moving him.” He said and you nodded and then you started coughing which brought blood and it was getting harder to breathe. “Hey hey, don't you give up on me yet.” He said and grabbed your gloved hand and he could feel your ring through it. He decided he needed to be skin to skin with you so he ripped the gloves off and your diamond ring was out on display for everyone to see. “We have so many plans, Angel. Don't leave me.” He added you so desperately tried to keep your eyes open and you were winning the fight but barely.
“Oh my god.” Sylvie gasped and both her and Gabby got to work. The commotion caught the attention of a few others and they were quick to come over. “Hey, Y/N/N. Can you hear me?” Sylvie asked and you nodded your head and looked over at her.
“Kel?” You asked, losing a lot of blood.
“I'm right here, Y/N. I'm right here.” He said and your head lolled over to look at him. Then your eyes closed and your breathing stopped. “Y/N! No no no no.” Kelly said and removed his hands and started chest compression and that kicked everyone into gear. Gabby put a pulse ox on you and connected leads to you and it showed a flatline and tears came to Kelly's, well everyone's, eyes. “Come on. Come on.” He said and continued CPR. About 2 minutes later your heart started beating again and he sighed in relief. Gabby started an IV and Kelly’s hands went to the puncture wounds again.
Everyone started talking and then you felt yourself being lifted up and onto the gurney by several people. You were moving and it felt like you were floating. Nothing was in focus and every sound was underwater. You were loaded into the back of the ambulance and then you were speeding away. Kelly never once left your side and nobody argued with him.
Getting to Med felt like forever but it was only a short 3 minutes but in those 3 minutes Kelly's world stopped again. Your heart was beating strong and then all of a sudden it just stopped. Gabby was quick to start CPR again. “If we don't get her back soon, her chances to survive are low.” She said and just as soon as the ambulance pulled up to Med your heart started again. When the doors opened there was Connor and a few nurses standing there and as soon as the gurney was off the ambulance you were being wheeled away. Talking was heard but you couldn't focus on it. Your eyes were closed.
“Kelly, you know you can't go back with us.” Connor said
“I know. Just take care of her. Angel, I'll be here when you're done. Keep fighting.” Kelly said, bending down and kissing your forehead and then your ring. “I love you.” Kelly added as tears ran down his face and you were wheeled behind the door. Kelly just stood there not knowing what to do until Otis came behind him and grabbed his shoulders and led him to the waiting room. Before they wheeled you behind the doors, they had taken your engagement ring off and gave it to him. He looked up and saw most of everyone there but nobody said a word. He looked down at your engagement ring and just started to let tears escape. He needed you.
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“Alright I want a quick x-ray and an ultrasound then I want her prepped and quickly.” Conner said and everybody let him know that they understood and then they were on it. An x-ray was taken and the tech froze.
“Uh, Conner. I might want to come and take a look at this.” He said and Connor rushed over.
“She’s pregnant.” He confirmed “Someone call Dr. Manning. Tell her it is an emergency.” He said
“On it!” A nurse said and was quick to get her on the phone. In no time Natalie was rushing into the OR, she was getting the ultrasound up and running and was quick to get it on you.
“It looks like she is 9 weeks pregnant and it looks like the knife didn’t even touch the placenta but it looks like it caught her kidney.” She said “I’ll stay and monitor the baby.” She said and Connor nodded and started giving directions out. The surgery was stressful but it was coming along great. “The baby's heart rate and breathing are great.” Natalie said just about the time your heart rate was beginning to drop.
“Heart is dropping and her breathing is labored.” The surgical nurse said and that concerned both of the doctors. Then your heart monitor flatlined.
“Starting CPR!” Connor said and he started the chest compressions. “Come on, Y/N/N. You got a fiancé that is worried sick about you and a baby to grow and raise” he said and you must be listening because after about 3 minutes of CPR your heart started to beat again. “Ok, she’s back! Let’s hurry this and get her into recovery.” He said calmly and they finished quickly. They had to fix your lung and remove one of your kidneys but you were going to survive.
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4 hours is how long everyone had to wait. Your team members, who were your family, weren’t going to go anywhere especially not when one of their own was fighting for her life. Kelly was a nervous wreck and he hadn’t even said a word since he arrived, nobody was going to push him to talk. Boden had declared him off since it was his fiancée in there and that considered him family. Nobody had come out and whenever someone had come out it wasn’t Connor and his heart sank a little more each time. The plans that you two had made and planned on making were running through his head. He thought about starting a family with you and the wedding you two were going to have. As he was thinking about it all, he remembered your diamond ring in his hand, it shouldn’t be in his hand, it should be on your finger. He took one last look at it and then took his chain off around his neck and unclasped it and slid on it, he then put the chain back around his neck.
Finally, Connor came out and he stood there for a minute until he saw Kelly and the crew. He walked over to them and when Kelly heard footsteps he looked up and quickly stood up. “Connor?” Kelly asked Connor, looked at him and smiled.
“They’re both going to be just fine.” He said and Kelly looked at him shocked.
“Both?” Kelly questioned
“Yes, Y/N is 9 weeks pregnant. I take it neither of you knew.” He said, reading the expression on Kelly’s face.
“No. We’ve been trying but not really trying.” He said and Connor smiled. “How is Y/N?” He asked
“We lost her once but got her back quickly. The knife got her kidney so we had to remove that and we fixed her lung. I’m suggesting a few weeks to a month off from work but she can do very light duty.” Connor said and everyone nodded, mostly Boden. “I can take you to her now.” He said.
“Please.” Kelly said and Connor smiled and nodded. He led Kelly the way and while he was walking past his crew, they gave him a chorus of ‘Congratulations’. They weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Kelly and Connor arrived at your room and he walked in and sat down on the chair. “If something happens, please grab one of the nurses and they’ll either page me or Natalie or both of us will be here.” He said and Kelly nodded “Oh and Kelly?” He added and Kelly looked up at him. “Congratulations.” He said and Kelly smiled and Connor was off. He was left there sitting with you and letting tears fall.
“You scared me, Angel. When I saw you lying there with Jay putting pressure on your wounds, my world stopped. Then when you stopped breathing and your heart stopped twice on the way here, it scared the shit out of me. We’re going to be parents, Angel. I don’t know if you can hear me but you, I’m so glad you chose to stay with me. I would be so lost without you. I love you so much.” He said and kissed your forehead.
Nurses were in and out checking on you and the baby and the crew came and saw you but couldn’t stay long and Kelly understood and he knew you would understand too. Kelly wasn’t going to leave your side for nothing and nobody was going to make him and Boden understood. He wanted to put your ring back on but refrained against it because he didn’t want them taking it off again.
2 days had passed and you still hadn’t woken up but that was to be understood it helped your body heal. They kept IVs running to keep you and the baby hydrated and it had some nutrients in it to keep you both nourished from the lack of food being eaten. It was during the night when you woke up and you looked around the room taking in the noise and where you were at. Then you looked over to your right and saw Kelly sleeping. You reached a hand over and stroked his cheek which woke him up and then when he saw you were awake, he was up with a start. About that time Connor and Natalie had come and smiled. “Nice to see you awake.” Connor said and you smiled and then grimaced in pain when you tried to move.
“Take it easy. You just had some major surgery. We also don’t want to stress the baby out.” Natalie said and you pulled a confused face.
“Baby?” You asked voice scratchy and Kelly was quick to grab the cup of water and bring the straw to your lips and you drank some and pushed it away.
“Yes, we did an x-ray to see where the knife had hit and when the baby popped up, I was called in and I did an ultrasound to confirm that you are 9 weeks pregnant. I take it you didn’t know.” Natalie said and you shook your head but smiled “Congratulations.” She said with a small smile and you smiled back.
“Thank you. We were trying for a kid but haven’t been trying very hard.” You said and she smiled.
“The knife punctured your kidney and your lung. We removed your kidney and repaired your lung. I want you to take it very easy for a few weeks and if you go back to work then it’s going to have to be very light duty.” Connor said and you nodded. He and Natalie went over a few things with you and then left. They wanted you to stay in the hospital for at least a week to make sure everything was ok and no complications and you agreed along with Kelly.
“We’re going to be parents.” You said and he smiled and nodded then you looked down at your bare hand “Where is my ring?” You asked almost panicked and he smiled and pulled it out on his chain.
“Right here baby.” He said and pulled it off and took it off and put it back on your hand where it belonged. You let out a yawn and he chuckled. “Go back to sleep baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He said and leaned up and kissed your forehead again.
As you fell back asleep you smiled and thought about your baby. The two of you were going to be parents and you couldn’t wait. All you could think about is how good of a father Kelly was going to make and you couldn’t wait. You couldn’t wait to marry him and raise his kid with him. The three of you were going to be one happy family and that was something worth staying for.
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