#this is for cassie !!! had her in mind during making this hope you like it :''')

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hello :) I've recently found your blog and read everything AT LEAST thrice. I adore your writing <3 May I request a one-short, Azriel and Reader being Wayyy too into PDA, like pausing training to cuddle standing up while everyone else is training in front of them, and Azriel is kissing up her neck n all.

Reader sitting in his lap during dinner with the inner circle while they feed each other, giggling, whispering sweet nothings, stealing kisses with each other in front of everyone and Azriel has a wing around her to keep her warm.

Like they just have to be touching each other all the time.

Also, Cass is fake-gagging at them while he is training others. And Rhys is traumatized cause they didn't put their mental shield up, and he can hear all the *dirty* thoughts they are having for each other. Those thoughts are loud as hell and he is basically like, "Really? In front of my dinner?" While side-eyeing them through dinner. That was a long one heh. Fingers crossed I sparked an idea for you and it wasn't just me rambling

Honeymoon phase.

Azriel x f!Reader.

Warnings; suggestive

Masterlist

Thank you so much! I hope this is what you had in mind! Please let me know if you want me to rewrite it.

“Lift your elbow” Azriel ordered and ducked when you threw a punch.

You were on the roof of the house of wind training with your mate while Cassian was training the Valkyries on the other side.

“That’s it! Very well” he praised you.

You smiled proudly and he engulfed you in his arms. You pressed your cheek on his chest and rubbed his back as he held you. Your mate sighed and leaned down and started kissing your neck making you leave a small moan.

“Oh come on we are training” Cassian exclaimed and made a gagging noise.

“Sorry Cassie” you shouted and pushed your mate away but quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him for a last sloppy kiss.

You and Azriel met 70 years ago so the mating bond wasn’t new, but you never left the honeymoon phase. You couldn’t stay away from each other, if you could become one you probably would.

You finished training and left hand in hand making Cassian snort. After bathing together, you enjoyed your lunch and went to the river house, Azriel had to brief Rhysand on some mission, and you wanted to hang out with Feyre and Mor.

“Have fun” he told you and captured your lips with his own before climbing up the stairs that led to Rhysand’s office.

“I can’t get used to this side of him” Mor spoke from behind you.

“He is the sweetest” you smiled and took a seat on the big couch.

“He is desperately in love” Feyre said and giggled.

“Girl, trust me when I say that this man looked like he was going to murder everyone all the time. I don’t think that I ever saw him smile before he met y/n.” Mor exclaimed.

You tried to hide your grin but failed miserably making Feyre and Mor burst into laughter.

“And let’s not get started on the PDA” Mor shook her head.

“Enough! Let’s talk about something else.” You whined and the girls began teasing you even more.

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Feyre was talking about her new painting when a pair of hands covered your eyes, the spicy yet sweet scent of your mate clouded your senses and you shuddered.

“Hey love” you giggled, and he removed his hands.

“Hey” he grinned and leaned down to kiss you.

“Who are you and what did you do to Azriel?” Mor shouted and Azriel gave her a vulgar gesture.

“See? He wouldn’t even acknowledge me before” she threw her hands in the air.

You shook your head and got up. “See you at dinner”.

Your mate placed his hand on your waist and guided you outside.

You spent the rest of the day cuddling in bed enjoying each other’s company. Days like this were rare, most of the time Azriel was away because of his missions and you helped Madja at her infirmary, so when you had free time you made sure to spend every second together.

“We have to get ready for dinner” you whispered and tried to push him off you.

“We still have a few minutes” he mumbled and kissed your naked chest before going further down.

“We will be late” you hummed.

“Let me just have a taste” he whined.

“I will let you do anything you want when we come back” you cupped his jaw and pulled him up giving him a soft kiss.

“Anything?” he quirked a brow.

“Anything” you nodded, and he jumped out of bed.

“Let’s go” he said and opened the closet to find an outfit for dinner making you laugh and shake your head.

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You walked in the dining room and Cassian’s eyes flashed with mischief.

“What?” you asked, and he sat on your usual seat next to Azriel’s ,leaving his own on the other side of the table free.

Azriel rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, leading you to his seat and pulling you on his lap and draping a protective wing around you.

“Oh no” Cassian mumbled and got up. Azriel’s shadows grabbed the empty chair and removed it from the room.

“I guess you have to sit next to us” your mate smiled at the warlord who paled.

Everyone looked at Cassian and burst into laughter knowing that soon enough you two would start touching each other and he would have to eat with the scent of your arousal.

Azriel was lost deep in his conversation with Rhys and you feared that his food would get cold so you grabbed his fork and stabbed a piece of steak.

“Here baby” you said and brought it to his lips.

“Thank you” he smiled and gave you a quick kiss before eating.

You watched his full lips and the way his jaw flexed as he chewed and almost moaned. Azriel noticed and smirked before moving his hand to rest it on your thigh and rub small circles. You kept feeding him and kissing him between bites. Every time you stared at his face while he ate his hand moved higher making you squirm on his lap and ground on his bulge. He quickly covered the moan that escaped with a cough and Cassian almost spat his wine.

Your arousal was evident and as both of you stripped each other with your eyes Rhysand gagged.

“Are you serious? Here?” he groaned and grabbed his head.

You stared at him wide-eyed and Azriel chuckled.

“I’m so happy for your creative sex life but please stop thinking about it on my dinner table” he whined, and Feyre caressed his arm.

You stopped grinding your hips and focused on your food before Azriel leaned forward and whispered in your ear.

“So anything huh?”

Rhysand’s eyes snapped to you and Cassian tensed.

“Yes my love” you whispered back and kissed his neck making Rhys scoff.

Azriel kissed your shoulder and pushed you off him before getting up too.

“Well next time don’t get offended if we don’t join you for dinner.” He said and slapped your ass as you hurried to your room.

“If you don’t want to hear them having sex I think we should move to the river house” Cassian mumbled and everyone jumped on their feet.

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[florence-end]

Bleeding love

Cassian x fem!reader

Request: I had a request for a fic with Cassian x f!reader, where cassian takes care of reader when she is on her period and she is having cramps

Warnings: brief mention of blood

Summary: You are a priestess and Valkyrie, and decide to go to training despite being on your cycle. Of course Cassian notices, and takes it upon himself to care for you since you won’t do it for yourself.

Was it your best idea to drag yourself to Valkyrie training while on your cycle? Probably not, but you were tired, in pain, and just wanted to see Cassian, and training was your only option that guaranteed more than a couple of minutes with him. It was nonsensical really, he was just your general and trainer, it’s not like you were together, but something about his presence brought you peace like nothing else could.

You walked out onto the training pitch, trying not to grimace as every step exacerbated the pain that sliced through your stomach, lower back and head. Your friends were already out in the sun, doing their warm up stretches and selecting their weapons for the session.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but you look awful. There’s no way he’ll let you train when he catches your scent, why don’t you just go back to the dormitory for the day?” Gwyn asked, offering you her bottle of water as you approached her and Emerie where they were warming up. You took it gratefully, hoping it would settle some of the nausea.

“No I’m fine, the exercise will make me feel better, I just need to take my mind off it,” you replied, not even convincing yourself.

Emerie looked like she wanted to argue Gwyn’s point further but Cassian arrived at just the right moment, and you felt the tiniest bit of comfort settle into your aching body at the sight of him. He called for all the Valkyries to line up, and quickly scanned the group as though looking for something. His gaze paused on you and he gave you a subtle wink that made your cheeks warm. You temporarily forgot about the pain you were feeling.

“Okay team, let’s practise one on one combat today. No weapons. Pair up. Since there is an odd number of you, I’ll spar with y/n,” the general announces. You inwardly groan. Gwyn was right that your scent would give away your plight immediately if Cassian was near you but you hoped the brisk spring breeze would work in your favour and prevent you being banished back to your bed in the priestess dormitories.

Your prayers were answered for the first 30 minutes of training, although there was no masking that you weren’t on top form as far as the sparring was concerned.

The fourth time Cassian knocked you to the floor, he realised something was very wrong and kneeled next to where you sat as you took some deep breaths.

“What’s going on with you today?” He asked, leaning down to get a better view of your face. You clocked the exact moment he caught your scent for the first time. “Is that blood I can smell?! Where are hurt?” His hands settled in your shoulders, twisting your body as he looked for the wound he expected to find.

“No no no I’m fine, it’s not that. Don’t worry about it, Cass. Let’s go again,” you shook off his concern and stood up. The confusion on his face cleared a moment later as he finally put two and two together.

“You’re on your cycle. You shouldn’t be at training. Most females can hardly manage to get out of bed during their bleeds. Come with me,” he instructed, holding out a hand for you to take.

“No I don’t want to go back to the dormitories, they get so suffocating. I’ll be fine, please Cass,” you begged, looking up at the general with wide eyes.

“We’re not going to the dormitories. Trust me.”

His cryptic response soothed your nerves somewhat, and you found yourself taking his hand and following him back down into the house. He led you down corridors you hadn’t visited before, finally stopping before a large oak door. Sensing his arrival, the house’s magic unlocked the door and you were ushered into a large bedroom. Cassian’s bedroom.

The woodsy scent, the roaring fire, the enormous bed covered in the silkiest softest looking sheets you had ever seen. You never wanted to leave. But why had he brought you here?

As if in response to your unvoiced questions, Cassian crossed the room and disappeared into the adjoining bathing room. You heard the sound of a bath running and the scent of lavender and chamomile drifted through the room as he added generous amounts of soothing oils to the hot water.

“I need to go and finish training with the others but please stay here. Take a bath, let yourself relax. I know there’s not much privacy in the dormitories so stay here for your bleed. At least this way I can keep an eye on you since you’re apparently so against resting,” he lightly scolded, crossing to the large wooden wardrobe. Digging through the array of finely made clothes in there, he finally pulled out a large cosy sweatshirt and some flannel pyjama pants.

“These will definitely be too big for you but they’ll be more comfortable than your leathers or your robes, and I have it on good authority that staying warm helps with the cramps,” he handed you the clothing, which you took wordlessly. You were left speechless by this display of generosity and care. Of course you and the other priestesses cared for each other and provided friendship and comfort when needed but this was something else entirely. Tears gathered along your lash line as you rubbed your thumb over the soft fabric of the sweatshirt.

Cassian mistook your happy tears for upset.

“Oh gods I’m sorry, did I overstep? You don’t have to stay here, I just know you won’t want to rest while the other priestesses are working but you need to rest so I thought if you had somewhere else to be, you might take it easy. And I can take care of you here and make sure you have everything you need because I always want to take care of you but now I’ve ruined everything. It was stupid of me, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry,” the warlord continued to ramble out his explanations and apologies, until you cut him off by wrapping your arms around his middle and squeezing him into a hug.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his chest. His arms slowly and hesitantly moved to wrap around you, and you felt him leave a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “I’d love to stay here.”

#cassian x reader #acotar fanfiction #acotar #cassian acotar

[nesonkin]

Cassie Rose, the Old Builders and aging

We've all heard by now that MCSM doesn't have ages. It's why Eric refuses to spill them ages headcanons about the gang. Some characters look young, while others look old. I vaguely remember Eric (or someone else) say that characters in MCSM look the age that they feel they are. Hence, the Old Builders+the Old Order of the Stone look old.

The characters in this universe don't age the way we do. But they do age by appearance, as in this painting Harper looks much younger.

So, the concept of aging is not foreign to this world. It's just different from how we experience it.

Now, onto the White Crow*. I'm pretty sure it's common knowledge that Cassie Rose was likely one of the Old Builders, right? As suggested by the dialogue in the 8th episode:

If she really was one, it leaves us with a huge room for imagination as to why she's left and what her relationship with other old builders might have been like.

Cassie has always been one of my favorite non-main characters to dissect because there's always this feeling that she has more going on than she lets on. She's extremely paranoid. She's cruel and violent. She has serious trust issues, but knows too well how to exploit others' trust. And she's a trap master.

When you ask her to share the Flint and Steel, she assumes you're just going to stab her in the back. When Stampy says that everything could have been avoided if Cassie had just asked for help, it becomes clear how deep-rooted her issues actually are.

Knowing the Old Builders, I'm not even surprised she turned out this way in the end. If we go off Mevia's words, Cassie has always been a bit of a weirdo (not as bad as her current self). Growing White Pumpkins and making traps. Possibly scaring the shit out of others for fun.

Entering the speculation area, I have a feeling she was forced to leave by the Old Slimeballs when her unconventional behavior was no longer tolerated. Otto may have not even known about the real reasons Cassie left. Had Cassie left on her own accord, there's no way she wouldn't have brought a couple of enchanted Flint n Steel with her. It makes more sense that she was forced into leaving, trapping her in a world with two moons.

I can imagine it went something like this: a group of Old Builders went to the YouTuber world (no clue how to name it), during the ordeal Cassie was left alone while the rest of the OB left for the Portal Hallway ditching Cassie and closing the portal from outside (dunno if that's actually possible without breaking the portal in the hallway). Cassie realizes she was stabbed in the back by the people she trusted and spent the rest of her life trying to get back.

While the rest of the Old Builders continued to live and to thrive to the point of getting bored out of their minds, Cassie got stuck in a metaphorical limbo. She's obsessed with her past and can't move on. That's why she looks so much younger than other Old Builders. She can't age if she's mentally stuck in the past.

And with Jesse and co crashing her little murder party, I'm afraid her state has gotten even worse.

* White Crow - Russian idiom for a misfit. English analogue of a black sheep.

I hope you enjoyed this little writing piece I made. I was rewatching my ep6 playthrough, and it made me think about things. Furthermore, I don't claim that I've discovered anything with this post. I just wanted to ramble a bit.

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm cassie rose #cassie rose #mcsm white pumpkin #the white pumpkin #mcsm episode 6 #the old builders #mcsm old builders #mcsm hadrien #mcsm mevia #mcsm otto #mcsm harper

[totowlff]

chapter one — wasting precious time

➝ after a completely disastrous date, cassie makes a decision that will change her life

➝ word count: 5,1k

➝ warnings: swearing

➝ notes: this project is something I've been developing with @formationlaps​ and it's one of the things I've been most excited about in recent days. a warning, just for context: the story takes place in 2017, and the chapters do not have a regular time gap between them, as in star-crossed. we hope you like it as much as we do!

It was a very dull Friday afternoon, and Cassie was trying to finish up work for the day, not that there was very much going on. She had a slide deck to finish up, and some copy from one of her coworkers to proof, but none of it was urgent. She played with her necklace — a small silver charm with an engraving on it — as her mind wandered, trying to imagine what her plans were for the weekend without a race to watch. 

She worked in marketing for a motorsport racing team. Not just any racing team, the three-time double world champion Mercedes AMG Formula 1 team. She was going on her 7th year with the team. She started with the team as a marketing intern right after she finished her degree at Cambridge, soon after the Brawn GP team was purchased by Daimler and became Mercedes GP. 

Cassie remembered her parents being horrified, not only at the fact that she’d joined the management course at Cambridge instead of just doing the Classics course like was when she’d started university, but at her getting an internship, and even worse, a job.

She was living the kind of life her parents dreaded her living; she was 35 years old, single, and had no children. But, she had built a life she’d liked, which was the only thing that mattered to her. She had a great job that she loved, an adorable flat in Oxfordshire, a good group of friends, and an active social life. She traveled quite a bit, too. She didn’t have much of a relationship with her family anymore, aside from an aunt, and her younger sister. She went on occasional dates, but hadn’t found the man she wanted to be with forever. She’d broken up with her last serious boyfriend going on three years ago.

Cassie was distracted by her phone vibrating on her desk. She flipped it over to check her notifications, and saw that she had one from Tinder. She hated dating apps, but that seemed to be the way to meet people nowadays. Once in a while, though, prospects were promising. She was most recently talking to a man named Peter. He was a few years older than her, but he was kind and funny, and they seemed to have a lot in common. They’d been messaging each other regularly for the past week, and their conversations had gotten surprisingly deep for a dating app. Cassie had really taken a liking to him already, and looked forward to seeing his messages. They hadn’t met up yet, but the message he’d just sent was him asking her if she wanted to meet for dinner the next night.

“I made a reservation at Pierre Victoire”, he wrote. “For 6pm, tomorrow night, so I hope you like French food.” 

“I love it,” she wrote to him. Truth be told, she had no strong feeling about it either way, but she liked this guy, and really wanted their date to go well. Despite what she’d thought about her parents’ prescribed plan for her life, she had been thinking lately that finding someone to settle down with would be nice, and so would starting a family of her own. As long as her potential partner respected her independence, and the fact that she liked her job. She was never going to be a stay-at-home mother; she liked her job too much for that, and had worked very hard to get as far as she had.

Peter seemed to fit those requirements.

The next day, Cassie spent the morning lounging around her apartment, answering a few emails and tidying up a bit, washing the dishes from the night before and putting the clothes she had used during the week in the wash. She exchanged a few messages with Peter, who said he was looking forward to their meeting later. Cassie couldn't deny that she was starting to feel butterflies in her stomach.

During the afternoon, she devoted herself to preparing for her date. She drew herself a bath spending a while relaxing in the warm water mixed with the lavender bath salts she loved. After her bath, she put on some makeup and styled her hair, pulling it back into a relaxed ponytail.

The hardest part, in Cassie's view, was choosing an outfit. She had to pick something that didn’t clash with her bright red hair, and something appropriate for the restaurant. The bistro they were going to wasn't luxurious enough to require formal wear, but at the same time, she thought she should wear something nice, different from her usual work clothes, or the t-shirts and ratty jeans she liked to wear that her mother had always abhorred.

In the face of such doubts, there was only one person she could count on.

She picked up her phone from her  bed and tapped the screen a few times until she found the name she was looking for. It didn't take long for the face of Helena, her sister, to appear on the screen.

— What's up, Cassie? — Helena said — Everything ready for your date?

She smiled at her sister.

— Not really. I’m actually calling you to talk about what I'm going to wear.

— Are you asking for an opinion? That’s unexpected. Usually you do whatever you feel like doing. Hang on  — Helena said. She turned her face to the side and said something to someone off-camera. It was probably Jack, her husband.

— It's just… The restaurant is casual, but not too casual, you know?

Helena scratched her chin.

— Perhaps you could wear a dress?

— In this cold?

— That’s what tights are for, Cassie — she laughed, before saying something to her son, Icarus, who looked like he was trying to grab at something he shouldn't.

After they discussed a few options, she decided to wear a moss green knit dress, paired with thick black tights and tall black leather boots. It would go well with her black scarf and the black peacoat she had. Helena wished her luck and ended the call, to let Cassie finish getting ready.

The restaurant was fairly close to Cassie’s flat, so she didn't have to leave long in advance. After driving around a bit looking for a place to park her car, a silver Mercedes-Benz CLA 250 leased on the company’s generous leasing scheme, she managed to get a space in front of the Royal Air Force office in Oxford, walking the rest of the way to the restaurant by foot. It wasn’t far, but she was grateful that she’d opted not to wear heels.

As soon as she entered the establishment, she found Peter sitting at one of the tables against the wall, just below a painting of a pastry chef, scrolling through something on his cell phone. Walking over to where he stood, Cassie felt butterflies in her stomach.

— Peter?

The man stood up, smiling.

— Good evening, Cassie. It’s very nice to finally meet you in person.

She sat in the chair across from him, slinging her purse over the back of the chair.

— You look very beautiful. More beautiful than in the pictures.

— Thanks. You also look very nice.

They chatted for a while before a waiter approached them and asked if he could start the service.

— Yes, no problem — Peter replied — Oh, and the wine, as well.

The man nodded and walked away from the table, causing Cassie to raise an eyebrow.

— He's not going to bring out the menu so we can order?

— No, no, I've already done that.

Cassie blinked.

— You already ordered for us? — she asked, skeptically.

— Yes, I already placed our orders, just to make things a bit easier. You don’t mind, right? After all, I'm the one paying.

She felt her heart sink inside her chest.

— No, no, I don’t mind. I just wanted to know what they really served. I trust you. After all, not many people don't like pineapple on their pizza around here — Cassie replied, trying to lighten the mood. 

“I shouldn't have trusted him”, she thought, as the waiter brought the two plates of escargot and placed them on the table.

She hated escargot. She hated it to the point that she threw up at a dinner party put on by her father when she was a child. The dinner was in honor of a French businessman who had visited the family's country home in Chichester to buy some racehorses from her father. Cassie was quickly sent away from the table and went to sleep without dinner that night, as punishment for causing her family such embarrassment.

Taking a deep breath, she took a sip of white wine and picked up the tongs and fork. Cassie couldn’t refuse and risk the slight to Peter, who had probably chosen the dish to offer the most French experience possible. Scooping the contents out of the animal's shell, she felt her stomach churn. “Come on, Cassie, it's not that bad. Just focus on the garlic”, she thought to herself, lifting the meat to her mouth.

The earthy flavor, mixed with butter and garlic, was the same as she remembered from that fateful family dinner. Taking two bites, she swallowed the snail practically whole, trying to push away the memories that kept coming back to her mind.

— Very tasty, isn't it? — Peter said, smiling — I love escargot.

— I do too — she lied, scooping out the contents of another shell and bringing it to her mouth. “Only five more to go”, Cassie thought to herself, trying to suppress the urge to gag or vomit.

She managed to eat the rest of them with the help of a few generous sips of wine — at least the wine was good — and almost cried with joy when the waiter took away the escargot plates. Drinking some water to cleanse the awful earthiness from her palate, Cassie was taking in the surroundings when Peter cleared his throat.

— Well, since we're here, nothing better than taking the opportunity to get to know each other better. You went to university, right?

— Yes, I studied Classics and Management.

— Two very different areas.

— Yes — she laughed — My parents are pretty traditional, so they wanted me to study Classics, but during my third year, I decided to shift to management and marketing.

— Interesting. Why the change?

“I better not start talking about my parents now”, she thought.

— I just found it a little dry. A little dated, I suppose.

Peter smiled.

— And you preferred something more contemporary?

— Yes — Cassie replied with a smile — And I’m glad I did, because I ended up with a job I love.

— Where are you working?

— At the Mercedes F1 factory, in Brackley. 

He picked up his wine glass, nodding without much enthusiasm.

— Interesting.

The conversation continued until the main course arrived, filets of sea bass served with sautéed chorizo, crushed new potatoes, wilted spinach and chive beurre blanc. “At least it looks appetizing”, she thought, taking a bite of fish. After a few seconds of silence, Cassie decided to break the silence.

— And you, where do you work?

Peter looked up at her.

— I'm a solicitor. I work in an office right here in Oxford.

— That's cool — Cassie said — Did you go to uni here?

— No, I went to Queen Mary, in London. But I came here to sit for a specialization and ended up quite liking the city. I expect to be here for the rest of my life, or most of it — he replied.

— And what do you see your life looking like here in Oxford? — she asked, spearing a potato with her fork.

— Ah, I believe it would be working my way up my law firm, with my wife at home, taking care of our children.

Cassie blinked.

— Staying at home?

— Yes, but it would be something discussed with her, not imposed. It's just that, personally, I wouldn't want to see my partner working outside the home, especially in very… Masculine environments.

— Masculine environments?

— Yeah, like law firms, engineering firms, architecture firms… Formula 1 car factories.

Cassie dropped her knife and fork on the table rather loudly.

— Do you have a problem with my job? — she snapped.

Peter was staring at her, his expression slightly shocked, mouth agape 

— No, not at all, I even like Formula 1 a lot. I even think that new kid from Mercedes, as he is called… He won his first race last year, in Spain…

— Max Verstappen?

— That's right, Verstappen, I think he's a good driver, I like him a lot. I just think it's a very… Masculine environment and I wouldn't feel comfortable if my partner worked there.

— And you expect your hypothetical partner would quit her job for you?

— Well, if she loved me, I believe she would.

She couldn't help but let out a wry laugh.

— What if she wanted to stay at her job?

— Then we would have a problem, because I wouldn’t want my partner to not be at home, keeping the house, instead of traveling around the world, leaving me to take care of the children. Especially with so many men around.

— You mean you wouldn't trust your partner? Even if she loved you?

— There's no use in love, commitment is what is necessary. For me, commitment is supporting my career by being a good wife to me and a good mother to my future children.

—So, you require your partner to be committed to your dreams and wishes, but you are not committed to hers?

He didn’t answer.

Cassie took the glass in front of her and downed the rest of the wine in one gulp. Then she removed the cloth napkin from her lap and stood up, grabbing her purse from her chair.

— Where are you going? You haven't even finished your dinner…

— Honestly, Peter, if you had just told me you were a sexist asshole when we started talking, it would have saved us both a lot of time, and saved you some money — she said loudly, drawing a few looks.

— Cassie, I don't…

— Working in a male-dominated environment does not make me any less worthy than any other woman — she continued — I am very proud to work at Mercedes and proud of us being three-time double world champions. Not that you understand anything about Formula 1, do you?

— I do, I watch the Grand Prix every weekend…

— Then you would know that my team's drivers are named Lewis Hamilton and Valtteri Bottas. Max Verstappen races for Red Bull, and I’d hate it if he raced for Mercedes.

Peter's face was red, eyes scanning the room, seeing the other diners staring at them. People were starting to whisper.

— Cassie, would you sit down so we can have a civilized conversation?

—Is it really possible to have a civilized conversation with a man who thinks a woman's place is in the home, cleaning, cooking, and giving birth? — she said, raising her voice very intentionally — A man who doesn't care about the opinion of the woman he has dinner with?

— I didn't say that, Cassie.

— You didn’t have to say it! You simply decided what we were going to eat instead of asking my opinion!

— I decided on our menu because I know French cuisine and you don't...

She gave a sardonic laugh.

— How do you know I don't?

— Well, I assumed…

— I grew up holidaying in France! I've had more croissants in a year than you’ve probably had chip shop platters in your entire life!

Peter was staring at her with a shocked expression.

— Cassie, please…

— What? — she screamed.

— Let's talk in a more private place, more calmly…

Cassie knew that tactic. Her ex-boyfriend used to use it on her all the time. He would suggest that they go talk privately, so he could isolate her and talk down to her, making her seem like she was the unreasonable one.

“Not today”, she thought.

— You know what? Go fuck yourself, Peter.

She practically stomped out of the restaurant, slamming the front door quite abruptly. She didn’t even stop to put on her jacket, carrying it under her arm. Outside, the cold wind was buffeting against her, but Cassie couldn't care less. The irritation coursing through her body was enough to keep her warm. She arrived at her car, got into the vehicle, and took a deep breath.

Then she punched the steering wheel three times, getting all her anger out.

— Asshole, asshole, asshole! — she repeated, anger permeating her voice.

After a few more punches to the steering wheel and a few minutes of deep breathing, she felt better. She drove back to her apartment in absolute silence, not even bothering to turn the radio on.

Cassie arrived back at her apartment, peeling off her boots by the front door and kicking them off with little care as to where they landed. She dropped her purse on her coffee table. Before she sat down on the couch, she went to the fridge, spotting what she was looking for right away — an unopened bottle of sauvignon blanc she’d bought on her last shopping trip. She took a wine glass — an actual white wine glass, because she had separate glasses for reds and whites — out of her pantry and poured it with a fairly heavy hand. The glass was far fuller than would be proper, but she wasn’t sure she cared.

“Ah, fuck it”, she thought, pouring it almost to the top.

She didn’t drink regularly, even as a means of relaxing, but after such a horrific date with someone that she had such high hopes for, who turned out to be the latest contestant in the competition for Oxford’s Worst Man, she figured she deserved it. She pulled a large packet of crisps from her pantry and plopped down on the couch, taking care not to spill her wine. 

Cassie had intended to watch a film until she went to sleep — perhaps Love, Actually, never mind that it was a holiday film and Christmas had been two weeks ago, or Amélie, which she first watched in Year 11 with a French girl at school, but instead, she’d picked up her phone and started scrolling through Instagram. Despite working in marketing, she didn’t like posting much, but she did like to lurk and look at other people’s posts. She followed people she knew in person, of course — friends, some coworkers, people from other Formula 1 teams, and even complete strangers. 

She took a healthy gulp of wine and started scrolling as she munched on the crisps. Sauvignon blanc and Walker’s Cheese and Onion crisps probably were a pairing that would make her parents and their friends faint, but she didn’t care. She’d seen news reports about birth rates around the world falling to record lows, but Cassie would’ve never guessed that was the case, looking at her Instagram feed. It seemed like it was an endless stream of adorably-staged pregnancy announcements with sonogram pictures and tiny pairs of shoes, pictures of small children with birthday cake smeared over their faces, pictures of children meeting Santa.

Cassie never managed to watch anything that night — instead, two glasses of wine down, she was still scrolling through Instagram, with tears streaming down her face. 

She was never sure she wanted children. For a long time she didn’t, because her parents had expected her to start having them after finishing university and finding a suitable man to marry. By the time she finished university, at the institution they’d selected for her, because several generations of her family had attended, she wanted nothing to do with marriage or children. She’d studied management in her third year, which her parents did not approve of, and found that she’d had quite the talent for marketing. She took on an internship, ending up at a company where, for the first time in her life, nobody knew who her parents were, nor did they care. It was refreshing. The job was very interesting, and she was good at it, so when she was offered a permanent position after her internship ended, she jumped at the chance. She’d been at Mercedes ever since.

“Did I actually not want children, or did I just not want to give my parents what they wanted?”, Cassie thought, slugging back the last of her wine. She wiped the tears off of her cheeks and closed Instagram. It was only making her feel worse.

She looked at her clock, and realized that it was almost midnight — time to go to bed, anyway. She lumbered around her apartment, unsteady on her feet while going through her nighttime routine — brushing her teeth, washing her face… Drinking a tall glass of water and some paracetamol, as she knew she would certainly have wine-related regrets in the morning. 

She changed into her pajamas and laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling and letting her thoughts unspool in the darkness.

For a while now, she’d felt like there was a big gap in her life. Until now, it wasn’t obvious what. It was just something whispering in the back of her mind, lurking on the periphery. She had plenty of friends, she was able to travel — she’d actually recently gotten back from a holiday to the Swiss Alps, where she’d spent Christmas and New Years’ with some friends — but maybe coming back to her dark, empty flat every night after work was starting to wear on her. She didn’t really need, or want, a partner, especially if most of the available dating pool turned out to be like Peter, but her mind was starting to change on wanting children.

And she could handle raising a child, even alone. She had a well-paying, stable career, the benefits were generous, Mercedes offered maternity leave and some sort of childcare stipend scheme. And medical science being what it was, she didn’t even need a partner. She’d seen a documentary about the in-vitro fertilization process — it didn’t seem pleasant or easy, but it could work. She’d have some eggs collected, fertilized with donor sperm, they’d put the egg back in, and boom — nine months later, she’d have a baby! She could even pick the father out of a catalog, which certainly sounded better than finding one on a dating app, considering the one that came from the catalog wouldn’t be around to make her feel worthless and miserable, like Peter likely would have, and like Callum did. 

Callum was the last serious boyfriend she had. They’d broken up three years ago. He was very handsome, with striking blue eyes and straw-colored hair. He was intelligent and kind, and he made her laugh. He was a fantastic cook, and had incredibly soft hands. She’d known him from university, and their paths happened to cross again when he took a job as a laboratory researcher and instructor at Oxford University. He was an astronomer, and did things with telescopes, lots of maths, and old computer systems that Cassie didn’t really understand, but they bonded one night when he snuck her into an observatory at Cambridge. He turned on the planetarium so they could “stargaze”, looking at stars and constellations. She told him the stories of the figures from Greek and Roman myths they were named for. They shared their first kiss under the fake starry sky that night, but ended up losing touch after graduation. He got a job at Oxford University, and, knowing she lived and worked in the area, looked her up. They reconnected and ended up dating for a long time, and were to the point of discussing engagement and marriage. She had even given him a key to her flat, and he would stay over frequently. He gradually started becoming controlling, interrogating her about all of her comings and goings, telling her that she had to stop talking to certain friends, questioning her about anyone she interacted with. 

Meanwhile, he would be out until all hours of the night, even when he wasn’t in the lab, without so much as a phone call to tell Cassie he’d be out, so she would worry about him. He was spending time with “the boys” — so he said. When she confronted him, Callum made her believe she was being selfish and trying to control him, while also calling her a bunch of very nasty things. They began to have fights regularly, until one day, she broke down and cried at work when he’d called her in the middle of the day to scream at her over some WhatsApp messages he’d found on her laptop. He’d come to her flat while she wasn’t there, for God knows what reason, and had guessed the password to her computer. She’d been talking to a friend of hers about what to do about him, and she encouraged him to break it off with him. 

She tried to remain calm, lest she look unprofessional, as her desk was in the middle of a floor filled with other cubicles, so she ran to find an empty conference room for some privacy. Callum screamed at her, she screamed back. Her emotions got the better of her and she started sobbing. Cassie realized that Callum was trying to control her, just like her parents had when she was younger. She yelled at him to get out of her flat or she’d call the police, and then hung up. She continued to cry, until she heard the door to the conference room opening behind her. She whipped around to see, to her horror, Toto Wolff, the CEO and owner of the company, walking through the door.

— Toto! I… Uh — Cassie stammered, trying desperately to scrub the tears from her eyes.

— I’m sorry, I thought this room was… Oh, no… Are… Are you okay? — he said, concern filling his brown eyes. 

— Sorry, I… I just had something personal come up and wanted some privacy, I’ll go back to my desk now — Cassie said, hurrying to get up from the chair she was sitting in.

— No, I’m sorry, Cassandra, take all the time in here that you need, I can find another conference room. Unless… Is it something I might be able to help with? This might be too forward of me, but, you know I’m happy to talk to anybody here who needs someone to talk to, whether it’s a work-related matter or not.

Cassie sighed as she walked to the door, stopping in front of Toto. 

He’d started on as team principal and CEO a year after she’d been hired on permanently. Cassie didn’t interact with him one-on-one on a regular basis, usually only in marketing meetings with the rest of her team. She was not one of the people that regularly traveled to the actual Grands Prix. Her direct boss, Victoria, did, and she and the other people that did always spoke very highly of him. 

Her interactions with him had always been positive — he was always very friendly. The company had changed dramatically after Toto, and his business partner, Niki Lauda, took over for Ross Brawn, and for the better, in Cassie’s opinion. Plus, he was, also in Cassie’s opinion — and the opinion of pretty much everyone else in the company — rather easy on the eyes. 

He was tall and lean, but had some muscle, especially on his arms and shoulders. He had a handsome face with a strong jawline and a very distinctive nose. He had dark brown eyes that always looked warm and kind, and thick brown hair that he was constantly running his hands through, especially when he talked to reporters. He had a voice that was deep, but gentle at the same time. He had an excellent sense of humor. He was from Austria, and had an accent that Cassie always thought was charming, especially when he couldn’t remember a word in English and had to try and explain it in German. It was well-known that he was single and didn’t have any children, but nobody in the office could figure out why.   

— No… It’s silly. Just… Relationship stuff — Cassie said, averting her gaze to the gray carpeting on the conference room floor. 

— Hmm… It doesn't seem like it’s something silly if it’s making you so upset — he turned back toward the door, holding it open for her — Come with me. We’ll go downstairs and we can talk about it over some coffee… If you want to. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t feel comfortable doing so, but you certainly look like you could use a break, in any case.

Cassie looked at him skeptically.

— You don’t have a meeting, or something? Isn’t that what you were looking for an empty conference room for?

— Well — he said, a mischievous look coming over his face — Not exactly. I thought I heard someone crying as I was coming down the hallway, but wanted to give myself… What do you call it… Plausible deniability?

Cassie laughed, and walked out of the room behind him.

They sat in the small coffee bar in the employee canteen for a while. It was the first one-on-one conversation she’d remembered having with him, at least for an extended period of time. She was a little nervous about it at first, but found herself becoming more and more comfortable in Toto’s presence, to the point of eventually telling him about her relationship woes. Hearing about Callum’s behavior horrified him. 

— I know I am not what you would call a relationship expert, but I think you definitely need to end it with him. Change the locks to your flat, block his number, everything. And please, take a day off if you need to get it all sorted out — he said. He also mentioned some resources that the HR department kept on file that could help if things escalated.

Luckily, things did not escalate, and she broke things off with Callum that night. She did take Toto’s offer of a day off to sort things out, including changing the locks. One positive thing did come of it, though — even though Toto was technically her boss’ boss, he’d become something of a friend to Cassie, always making it a point to say hello and chat with her whenever he was onsite at the company’s Brackley headquarters. They started getting coffee regularly, too. Thankfully, she never had to talk about anything so dire as Callum again.

— Stupid Callum — she said, to no one in particular. The walls of her flat had no response for her. 

“Great, now I’m talking to myself”, she thought. “Maybe I should just get a cat instead. It would certainly be easier”.

She rolled over and set her alarm on her phone for the next morning — 11am. It was Sunday, and she felt like she’d need a bit of a lie-in, especially after having so much wine. 

Just before she fell asleep, Cassie opened the Notes app on her phone and made herself a reminder.

“Look into the IVF process/doctors in Oxford”.

#toto wolff #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #wlffog #collab #f1 x oc #formula 1 x oc #toto wolff x oc #etlwlff

[liaromancewriter]

The Best Present

Premise: It’s his first Christmas as a married man, and Ethan reflects on how he got here.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,315

A/N: This is set today (Christmas 2022). Submission for @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday event; @choicesdecember2022 prompt Day 4 “snow on the beach”; @choicesflashfics Holiday prompt 17 in bold; @choicesholidays​ week 5 “Meet me at midnight”

The frigid wind coming off the Atlantic was howling outside, swirling snow on the beach like tiny crystals in the air. Inside the Newport mansion facing away from the sea, the rooms were decked out for the holidays in festive reds, greens and golds.

The family room was warm from the central heating and a roaring fire; the drapes across the French doors pulled aside to let in the sunshine but keep out the cold.

The beautiful tree in the corner with its matching ornaments and gold star topper no longer sheltered colorful presents. Those had long since been opened by their recipients over hot cocoa and eggnog. Exclamations of surprise, gratitude and laughter filled the air as each gift was unwrapped.

Ethan Ramsey sipped coffee from a holiday-themed mug chockful of sarcasm, a present from his wife. The fire popped and crackled in the large fireplace, but his mind wasn’t in the here and now. It was in the past and the events that led him to this moment.

When he was a little boy, Ethan still believed in the magic of Christmas and Santa Claus. He remembered trying to stay awake one Christmas Eve, hoping to catch Santa in the act. Maybe give him the card he had drawn just for him. But he’d fallen asleep curled up next to the upstairs banister.

The last thing he remembered was watching his parents kissing under the mistletoe while Christmas music played on the radio. His dad must have found him because he woke up on Christmas morning tucked inside his bed, clutching his favorite teddy bear. He never did get to meet Santa.

Over the years, he’d stopped believing in Christmas and all it entailed. The season had been a good way to make extra money in high school and college. He’d been too busy with his studies in med school to give it much thought, except when Tobias dragged him out to celebrate.

During residency and after, he preferred working. He’d often rang in the season with any of the revolving door of women in his life that happened to be free. He didn’t want permanency. But something about the holidays made others wish for it. So, he’d been careful to keep things casual.

Fast forward almost ten years later, Ethan still had difficulty believing he was in the most permanent relationship of his life. Marriage. And with someone for whom family was as essential as breathing.

He glanced over his shoulder, searching and then he saw her. Cassie Valentine. His first and only love. His wife. His partner in everything.

She was laughing with her brother and cousins on the other side of the room. And he wondered again how he’d gotten so lucky.

He had finally met his match. Someone who was his equal professionally, challenged him personally and made him laugh and feel lighthearted even on the darkest days. And was happy with who he was and not who she wished he could be.

“I fell in love with the real Ethan Ramsey, not a figment of my imagination,” she told him the night before their wedding when his nerves had gotten the better of him.

He’d found himself standing outside her bedroom door, a speech prepared, convinced that it was only fair to offer her an out. No hard feelings. He wasn’t sure he could ever give her what she deserved. But he should have known she’d see right through him.

“I don’t want an out, Ethan,” she said quietly. “But if you do….”

She stood in the open doorway looking beautiful in a simple green gown, her hair in a messy bun, and her face shiny from the night cream she liked to slather before going to bed.

And he realized what an idiot he was at that very moment.

“I don’t,” he said vehemently. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life than I am about marrying you.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow at the altar.”

She started to close the door, but he wasn’t satisfied with leaving things like this. He yanked her into his arms; his mouth descended on hers, swallowing her sighs, imprinting himself on her. Reaffirming the promise of what was to come and thank her for giving him endless chances.

Six months later, his nerves were still there, and so was his fear of messing up. But he also knew that he was a product of his DNA. Not the half that was restless and had chosen to walk away but the one that had stayed, devoted to the last.

He looked over at the armchairs near the fireplace where Alan was enjoying mulled wine with Olivia, their conversation too low for his ears. His father was the symbol of constancy in his life. A man who loved his family and had endless patience and forgiveness in his heart.

Once upon a time, Ethan had worried about the differences in his and Cassie’s family backgrounds. But his father and in-laws had gotten along exceptionally well from the first meeting. And he realized that at the core, where it mattered, they were similar people.

When his phone pinged, he fished it out of his pocket; his thumb automatically clicking on the notification when he saw Cassie’s name on the screen.

He was still grinning like a fool at the screen when he felt the air shift around him, and he quickly locked the phone. They were surrounded by Cassie’s family, and the last thing he wanted was someone to see the risqué text.

Ethan let out a sigh of relief when he realized it was Cassie. She joined him on the couch, draping his arm over her shoulder as she nestled into his side. She kissed the underside of his jaw and grinned.

“Excited for your present?” she asked wickedly.

“Are you sure we have to wait until midnight?”

He cupped the side of her face, the pad of his thumb moving against her lower lip as he stared into her eyes. She was already wearing the earrings he’d given her, the sparkle of diamonds no match against the emerald green of her eyes.

“Yes! I want you panting in anticipation.”

“You do that just by breathing. I can prove it. Right now, in fact,” Ethan smirked.

“Nice try, Dr. Ramsey,” she said, throwing him a mock steely-eyed gaze, a teasing smile hovering on her lips. “I plan to drive you crazy today, and you will play along.”

Before he could convince her otherwise, she shot her arm up in the air, held it still above their heads and looked up. “Look, there’s mistletoe. We have to kiss, it’s the law.”

Ethan followed her gaze and saw she clutched a sprig of mistletoe in her hand. He smiled when she gently shook it, a not-so-subtle hint. She straddled his lap, uncaring about who might be watching.

“Well, if it’s the law, who am I to break it?” he drawled, taking her face between his hands.

They both closed the distance between their lips, neither certain who kissed who first. Not that it mattered. Mistletoe was forgotten, and her arms circled the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her close

Lost in each other, they didn’t notice the secret smiles on their parents’ faces or the hollering and teasing laughter from her cousins.

Later that night, after he’d unwrapped and enjoyed his final Christmas present, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with eyes struggling to stay awake. He tightened his arm around Cassie, already asleep beside him.

His last thought before sleep took him was that today had been the best Christmas ever. He wouldn’t change a thing because everything in his life had led him to this moment. This woman.

And that was the best present of all.

Bonus

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#open heart #open heart choices #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart fanfics #choices fic writers creations #cfwc holidays 2022 #ethan x mc #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfics #choices fanfiction #ethan ramsey x cassie valentine #holiday fic #christmas fic #writers on tumblr

[cienie-isengardu]

No offense but why the fuck does Triborg have a dick? Like when Cassie does her move, the x-ray shows he has genitals. Why do the Cyber Lin Kuei even have reproductive parts anyway? I doubt they're functional(at least I hope they aren't) and even if they are, I'm not having Cyber babies I'd all too productive when you just convert them through force.

I don’t think MK lore even clearly stated how much original human body and organs the Cyber Lin Kuei still possess and some earliest prototypes could be less mechanical than the later, upgraded versions. As Triborg was introduced in Mortal Kombat X, and was accidently created by Special Forces when they "brought the drives to a secret S-F weapons lab, then downloaded several files into a test body", he could be the less advanced type, especially compared to Kronika’s design done to Frost, however most likely his whole body was artificial to begin with - unless Special Forces did some nasty experiment with human body.

However I would not pay mind to X-Rays, as this is just one of cool game mechanics to emphasize damage done to character. Cassie’s move to hit her opponent in the genitals is shown as it is done on any other human male, most likely to avoid additional cost, as I imagine animating the whole sequence just to acknowledgeTriborg’s robotic body and what is inside alone would cost money and time while the change wouldn’t add anything important to story mode - even if the X-Ray as it is may be seen as the implication Triborg still can have sex. But then again, the X-Ray also shows that Triborg has human bones that are shattered during attack or that a normal blade can pierce his metal armor which also makes little sense if we think about that for too long. Especially breaking Triborg’s neck vertebrae as he can literally detach his own head to use it as a weapon and if he still had human bones, muscles and spinal cord that should not be possible for him to do. 

So worry not, even if for some reason Triborg was not deprived of his reproductive organs, I doubt his programming includes the desire for natural reproduction or just sexual pleasure. As Triborg’s ending shows, he would mass produce bodies for his brothers and sisters by using advanced technology of Special Forces, not by making babies himself in natural (human) way.

#mortal kombat #my replies #triborg #cyber lin kuei #special forces #i'm less worry about the implication triborg has reproductive organs #and more that special forces could use human body to test cyber lin kuei in their laboratory

[forgedroyalseal]

Happy Anniversary (or something like that)

Even though he was keeping his eyes trained on the nobleman who was speaking, Horace knew, he knew, that Cassandra was smirking at him. Her hand was on his leg under the table, tracing up and down his thigh. It had started with an innocent hand resting on his knee, but had escalated to the point where Horace wasn’t sure how much more he could take. It didn’t help (or maybe it did, really help, just not in the way Horace needed) that she was wearing his favorite dress. It was a deep, blood red gown that clung to her just a tad more than any of her other dresses. The wide neckline left her collarbones on full display, which she’d occasionally run her fingers over. To anyone else, it was seem like an absent minded tic, but Horace knew exactly what was happening. His wife was torturing him.

“Sir?” Horace’s attention was pulled away from his wife, and her collarbones, and her hands, and to the aging lord that was looking at him expectantly. Horace tried to recall what had just been asked of him, but all he could remember from the past fifteen minutes had been the trails Cassandra’s fingertips had burned into his thigh. He risked a glance at his wife, hoping that their marriage vows to support and protect one another would apply to preventing Horace from making an utter fool of himself in front of their entire council, but she just flashed him a smile that was far too sweet and innocent to be genuine.

“I apologize, my mind,” He cleared his throat, “drifted for a moment. Could you please repeat that?”

The lord sighed heavily, as if nothing could possible inconvenience him more than to repeat himself, but he complied none the less. “I asked if you had any changes you wished to make regarding the melee next month?” He spoke slowly, as if Horace was touched in the head, and honestly, maybe he was. Because Horace had scheduled this meeting himself with the express purpose of hammering out the details of the melee, but at the moment, Horace couldn’t thing of a single reason why he was sitting at this table, surrounded by old men, and not someplace private with his wife.

“No. It’s, um, all fine.” Horace stammered as Cassandra, whose hand had mercifully still while the lord was addressing him, began to move her hand again.

The lord gave him a doubtful look but continued to drone on about the upcoming tournament. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the meeting came to an end. The moment it was adjourned, Cassandra leapt from her seat and was out of the room before any of the men could even rise to their feet. Horace tried to hurry after her, but his legs caught on his wife’s vacant chair and he came crashing to the ground. He batted away the hands that offered to assist him back to his feet with mumbled thanks and reassurances that he was indeed fine. Once he was upright again, he rushed out of the room and into the hallway. As he moved swiftly in search of Cassandra, a hand shot out from a dark alcove and pulled him over into the tight space.

“What took you so long? I was beginning to think that you actually prefer Lord Irwin’s company to mine.”

“Never. God Cassie, that meeting was brutal. Do you have any clue what you do to me?” Horace groaned.

Cassandra pressed a kiss in Horace’s neck, then whispered breathlessly into his ear. “Maybe that will teach you not to schedule meetings on our anniversary.”

As Horace’s mind caught up with what she just said, Cassandra shoves away from her husband and steps out into the wide hall. “We’ve got two more meetings you so wisely scheduled before the day is over. Try to pay closer attention in these ones dear.” She laughed as she made her way down the hall to the next meeting room. Horace thudded his head back into the stony wall behind him and remained in the alcove for several moments. Rubbing a hand across his face he realized that his wife had been intentionally winding him up during the meeting as payback.

“Two more meetings.” Horace cursed. He had a feeling Cassandra wasn’t going to ease up on her teasing, even though her father would no doubt be in attendance for at least of those meetings. He had a long day ahead of him.

(For the rest of their lives, Horace made sure well in advance that both of their schedules were completely clear of any engagements on their anniversary)

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #horace altman #ranger’s apprentice fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #fanfiction #princess cassandra

[egoistafms]

➷ ⸻ LUCIA HERNANDEZ-MARTINEZ

Lucia Hernandez picked up their key from the front desk 6 months ago. The thirty year old uses she/her pronouns and is a bottle service at Catch Me If You Can from Monterrey, Mexico. According to their apartment application, people have told them they look a lot like Melissa Barrera, and the character they identify with most is Rachel Green from Friends. Santa Moneda gives you a warm welcome, and we hope you enjoy your stay. 

hi, hola, bonjour ! this is my baby lucia, she's kind of a trainwreck. there are slight mentions of dv and mental health issues below.

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♡ ━━ BASICS

full name: lucia hernandez-martinez

birthdate: february 21, 1993

age: thirty

ethnicity: mexican

gender: cis woman ( she/her/hers )

orientation: pansexual

occupation: bottle service at catch me if you can

languages spoken: spanish ( specifically mexican spanish ), english

positives: free-spirited, amiable, optimistic, affectionate

negatives: impulsive, flighty, selfish, ditzy, sensitive

likes: shopping, partying, dancing, spicy foods, working out, bubble baths, matcha lattes, the smell of fresh flowers, social media, homeopathic remedies, flan, skincare, edibles.

dislikes: thunderstorms, telenovelas, responsibilities, country music, cold weather, confrontation, close-minded people.

inspo: rachel green from friends, karen smith from mean girls, cassie from euphoria, and kelly kapoor from the office.

♡ ━━ BACKGROUND

at the age of three, the hernandez-martinez family relocated from their little home in monterrey, mexico to the big city of los angeles, california. the family wasn’t well-off by any means, living in a run-down apartment barely getting by. her mother, rosana, became the owner of mi vida bar which didn’t earn them enough income as they hoped. her father, alejandro, picked up landscaping on top of helping out with the new family business. 

lucia was the youngest of two. the most spoiled child and notably the favorite, which caused a rift in the relationship with her sister, valeria. her formative years were spent enrolled in dance recitals and beauty pageants. with her love of putting on a show, her mother always believed she’d be a shining star. this slowly began the battle of basing her self-worth solely on her appearance.

tw dv; despite the toll these activities had on her mental health, she was grateful for the little moments she was able to escape from the chaos of her household. said chaos only halted when a neighbor from their apartment complex phoned the police during a heated brawl. her father was arrested at the scene and then kept after findings of multiple other criminal offenses. all contact was severed with her father after the incident.

dynamics soon changed in the hernandez-martinez residence. valeria later felt the need to take on the caretaker role, eventually picking up a job to help their mother with rent. however, lucia always lived in her own carefree little bubble, believing her social status meant more than lending a hand. in fact, her egocentric personality made her both loved and hated by many. she squeezed her way into the popular clique in high school. often, she’d skip classes to smoke or shop with the money she had stolen from her mother. education wasn’t her forte, made evident by her below-average grades. her mother began to instill the belief in lucia that she’d never amount to anything. telling her that she’d have to find a rich partner if she wanted to make it successful in life.

due to the girl’s nasty habit of stealing, her mother sent her on her way after graduation. somehow she was able to convince valeria to help her on her feet. in typical lucia fashion, she burned that bridge by racking up thousands in credit card debt under her sister’s name. once again, she’d been sent off to fend for herself, becoming somewhat of a drifter. she’d connect with people only to use them for their money and a place to stay. she’d bleed them dry, then rinse and repeat. lucia wasn’t necessarily proud of her behavior, but she’d pin the blame on her mother. she couldn’t stomach being at fault for her own actions.

her last ex-boyfriend, juniper, caught wind of her schemes fairly early in their only three-month-long relationship. yet again, she’d racked up thousands in credit card debt under someone else’s name. after his findings, he threatened to sue her unless she paid him back in full. to avoid the consequences of her actions, she took what little money she had left and fled to valparaiso, chile in hopes of starting a new life.

♡ ━━ OTHER TIDBITS

believes herself to be an incredibly spiritual person. although she does not practice a certain religion, she has a belief in the universe and cosmic energies. typically, whenever she is undergoing a crisis, she prefers to find a local tarot card reader. if she feels her luck is particularly bad she reaches out to curanderos for spiritual cleansings.

prefers homeopathic remedies over western medicine. she’s always carrying around homeopathic treatments in her bag, along with edibles.

very obsessed with the moon and the stars. in fact, she is the type of person to stop a conversation to have you gazing up at the sky.

due to her dancing background, she picked up a love for it over the years. her absolute favorite is salsa and she is guaranteed to invite anyone out for salsa dancing.

very obsessed with music, though she doesn’t consider herself a singer, she has an amazing vocal range. she only ever shows off her pipes singing in the car or at karaoke nights if she’s had a few drinks in her system.

most would consider her to be social media obsessed. she doesn’t have a huge following, just a couple thousand spanning across every platform. she still will take the time to capture every moment for an aesthetically pleasing post on her feed.

her huge downfall is her spending habits. she finds an excuse to treat herself no matter the state of her bank account.

for a huge chunk of her life, she considered herself to an entrepreneur. often, she’d throw herself head first into business endeavors that never took off. one being a skincare line titled ’diosa’ which was funded by an ex.

she’s only worked one real job before making her move to chile. she was a bartender for almost two months at her mother’s bar. after showing up late numerous times or choosing not to show up to her shifts at all, she was promptly fired.

is super into fitness. she has a daily routine that consists of drinking a green juice, which is followed by her morning run. she also loves working out at the gym, even taking yoga classes whenever she can.

she is unsure of her stance on love. she loves the idea of committing to someone, but it also terrifies her. with no sense of who she truly is, she often morphs herself into whoever the person she's infatuated with wants her to be.

♡ ━━ WANTED CONNECTIONS

the not-so-typical ride-or-die friendship. where both muses are constantly causing chaos or pulling each other out of messes they've created for themselves. i'd love to play into her scheming side, possibly stringing your muse along to scam locals of free drinks from the bar or extra cash.

chaos typically follows lucia wherever she goes, or so she'd like to believe. she'd love a voice of reason. someone to turn to for advice whenever she's in disarray.

tapping into her spiritual side, someone who knows tarot that she pesters for assistance and free readings !

anyone lucia may have scammed in the past whether it be for a place to stay, financial gain, or even a social media presence.

co-workers ! she has a terrible work ethic, so they could either love her or hate her for it. definitely would love to have both sides of the spectrum.

enemies. she typically doesn't hold resentment toward people, so she'd more than likely try to win them over. this could fail or be a huge success !

work-out buddies ! someone she goes to the gym with or even comes along for her morning runs.

past friendships ! possibly fallen out due to lucia's flightiness or they've simply lost touch.

on-and-off-again relationship. commitment is a huge fear, which i'd love to play into. whenever things become a little too serious for lucia's liking, she tends to tap out. somehow they always fall back into each other.

always down for fwbs, frenemies, neighbors, and other sorts !

#smhqintro

[cornrowsandcornbread]

ok i just watched ant-man and the wasp: quantumania and i have… thoughts. this is very long. it’s also an unnecessarily deep critique of a movie about people with superpowers but i love marvel so here i go. SPOILERS BELOW

jonathan majors is an ACTOR! okay?! please don’t forget it. like that’s a black kang right there (pun intended lmao). i always love him in everything i see him in, and this is no exception. he is by far the best thing about this movie. the problem is that, for me at least, his performance is like the only thing that saves this movie.

i honestly liked the movie all the way until the end. the ending really just made no sense to me.

one, M.O.D.O.K. aka darren cross. he has literally ALWAYS been a villain. even before he got to the quantum realm, he was yellowjacket. he literally tried to kill cassie in her bedroom. then he gets sent to the quantum realm and kang gives him new life as a killing machine. a killing machine who works FOR KANG. so, let’s go over what we know: darren was “evil” before he got to the quantum realm, and with kang’s help, he essentially became even more “evil”. so please tell me why the hell cassie saying the simple words “stop being a dick” would make him evolve into a nice person? that did not make sense AT ALL. this is literally his second time trying to kill cassie, and a cute lil pep talk made him change his ways? like that was so stupid imo.

two, i feel like they nerfed kang. real bad. i haven’t read the comics (yet! i’m getting to it) but just based off of the little i know from the comics and what the movie itself told me, i know he is too powerful to be beaten by ant-man and the wasp. like i’m sorry but… that didn’t really make sense to me. when he first came down from the tower, he immediately started wiping people from existence with the blue energy coming from his hands. so we know that he is capable of killing lots of people at the same time. why would that not also apply to the ants? instead of doing what he did before, which is killing people with his energy, all he did was create a force field? and then M.O.D.O.K. comes and delivers the final dagger that blew it up. which again, does not make sense.

that brings me to the rebellion. i touched on it already, but the fact that the rebels won didn’t make sense to me. kang himself said, and i’m paraphrasing, “do you know many rebellions i have put down?” he easily put down the quantum people rebelling. but the ants is what did him in. you telling me he put down probably hundreds of rebellions, and the ants is what gets him? now i understand that the ants were able to prosper because of the damage the quantum people did to the citadel before they got there. but still. i just don’t believe that kang the conqueror gets taken down by ants.

and the ant-man and wasp vs kang fight at the end. i know that his powers were no longer working bc his suit got busted by the ants and M.O.D.O.K. but, and maybe i just don’t have the correct interpretation of kang’s power, it seemed like he should’ve been able to take hope. even with her having the guns and him being defenseless. but my critique isn’t even that hope beat and killed him during that fight, my critique is that it should’ve never gotten to that point bc realistically kang would’ve been put the rebellion down and never had his suit and powers broken.

we know what kang is capable of. we see it when janet touched his mind/ship, we saw it with the way he fought throughout the movie (kinda), we know bc of the countless worlds he’s destroyed. we even know bc how severely he thwarted the plans of his variants. “they’re afraid of me,” is what kang said. now ofc he could just be saying that in unfounded confidence, but they literally exiled him, and were happy when they found out he was dead. janet even said the quantum realm is the only place that can hold him. that to me let’s me know there is truth in what kang said.

all in all, i understand why kang was killed. its to set the scene for the other kang variants in the mcu’s future. i’m excited to see what they have planned for all of the kangs. and i just really like jonathan majors so im happy to see he’s the next big villain in the mcu. but idk, i just wish they handled the kang variant in this movie differently.

i would rate this movie a 6.5/10. i liked the quantum people, especially jentorra and quaz. i thought the baskin n robbins probability was funny. and i’ll always love seeing scott get big. i liked seeing cassie get big too. and i really liked seeing loki and mobius!! honestly i’m always gonna be bias to marvel, even when they put out objectively mediocre movies lmao. but yeah. those are my thoughts. if you made it to the end you a real one. and if you feel like it tell me your thoughts too!! alright bye

#ant man and the wasp quantumania #ant man and the wasp quantumania spoilers #ant man #the wasp #marvel #mcu #scott lang #hope van dyne #janet van dyne #hank pym #cassie lang #kang the conqueror

[sleepy-achilles]

So wrestlemania 23 Dad vs son.

How did everyone feel before, during and after the match?

Awe? Disbelief? Omg dad is awesome! John is awesome!

Now this. This is good. Because I had a reason to rewatch this match. (Despite their match in London being way better than their wrestlemania one, it's still good)

The Family of Destruction- Fighting Family

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"No support? Seriously?" John asks. "You want me to go against my own papa? Cmon now Johnny boy" Leon huffs leaning back in his chair. "I just want some advice. I've never fought Pa at wrestlemania" John sighs. "An I have?" Leon asks confused, cocking his eyebrow at the older man. "No but you've fought taker at wrestlemania" "I wouldn't really call that a fight. We were on the same team" "Are you only saying that because you got betrayed or injuried?" John asks. "I was out for nearly a year because kane forgot i was a fifteen year old boy." Leon huffs. "For someone who was born in this company it is quite impressive that you've never lost." John comments. "I mean yeah but one day the fans will get tired of it" Leon shrugs.

"Back to my main problem" John sighs. "Its not a problem. Just know you ain't facing papa in that ring, you are facing hbk. Its wrestlemania, he will put on a show that, win or lose, the fans will only talk about him years to come" Leon tells him. "God we are tag team partners. We shouldn't be doing this" John groans tilting his head back. Leon chuckles. "If it makes you feel better cas has money on you winning. Her, hunter and steph will be sat front row, hard cam side." Leon shrugs. "Do you have money on me?" John asks. Leon looks at him. "I know pa doesn't want any big time belt anymore. But if he sees an opening he will take it." Leon explains. John nods. "So don't give him a opening. I got it." "Oh and watch out for his slap. It's a real bitch." Leon huffs standing up.

Shawn and Leon have had their fair fights. Of course they have. Their like a more heartbreaking kane and taker. Nothing hurts the fans like father vs son. It's the reason John's came to Leon and not taker. "He won't see you as his son. He'll see you as just another superstar." Leon tells him. John nods. "And god he has a flithy mouth. He can trash talk. Don't let it get to you." Leon chuckles. "Noted." John smiles. "Just give him a hug once it's over. Back stage or in the ring. Help bring him out of whatever mind state it'll put him in. And...ah fuck it. Stay safe, both of you." Leon yawns. He has a match before theirs, defending his darkness title against the boogeyman.

"Leon?" John asks as his baby brother starts to leave. "Yeah?" Leon asks looking back at him. "Thank you" John smiles. Leon huffs. "Dont make me regret it nerd" Leon grunts before walking out. John can't help but smile. His brother wasn't a bastard all the time. Just some.

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John jogs on the spot as he warms up. The show is starting soon. Which means he will be fighting his Papa soon. "Hey johnny" cassie smiles as she walks in with taker. "Hey bug, dad" John smiles. "I know you've gotta warm up, I do too, but she wanted to say hi to everyone before the show" Taker explains. "Its all good. How's pa?" John asks. "Excited. He reckons yall will make magic tonight" Taker chuckles. "I hope so" John huffs. "Youll do amazing! Don't tell papa but I reckon you'll win!" Cassie smiles. "Ill try my hardest for you bug" John smiles as she hugs him. "Just don't hurt each other too bad." Cassie smiles. "I promise" John nods as Stephanie walks in. "Cmon bug we gotta get to our seats, especially if you wanna watch lee" steph calls. "Okay! Bye daddy! Bye Johnny! Good luck and have fun!" Cassie calls before running off.

Taker looks at John. "Hes gonna use the fact he's your father against you. Don't let him. Take it from me, he will feed off your failures, he will fight dirty and he will play mind games" Taker warns him. John's eyes widen. Takers giving him advice? "Play him at his own game kid" Taker smirks. "The moment you see a weakness? Don't let it hide. Play on it. Use it. That man is a different breed at wrestlemania" Taker explains. "Thanks dad" John smiles. "Anytime son. And hey, hunter owes me 50 if you win so, win it for me yeah? Knock the show stoppa down a few pegs" Taker smirks. "How much you got on shawn winning?" John asks. "Oh cmon John, happy husband, happy life. I owe Leon 100 if he wins." Taker chuckles. "No way Leon will give you 100!" John scoffs. "He bet hunter 100 you'd win" Taker smirks. "So if I win you gain 150 and Leon loses nothing. If I lose Leon still loses nothing." John chuckles. "Hes smart. Gotta give him that." Taker chuckles. "Look, forget the nerves. Just have fun tonight. That's all that matters." Taker tells him. John nods. "Thanks" "Anytime. I've gotta get ready, see you later" Taker stretches as he walks out.

John's nerves were starting to lessen.

--

"Johnny!" Shawn calls. John pauses and looks at his Papa. "Hey pa" John smiles. "I just wanted to say. No matter what happens tonight, I don't mean it and I love you" shawn chuckles. "I love you too pa" John smiles. Shawn cups his face. "Its about having fun, alright? It's wrestlemania, we go out there and blow their minds. Whatever it takes." Shawn smiles. John nods. "Oh and don't take it easy on me or I'll make sure sweetchin music hurts more than normal" Shawn smirks patting John's cheek. John chuckles. "Im sure after whatever hell you have planned for me my morals will fade" John jokes. "Good. I'll deliver hell straight away" Shawn smirks pulling back. "See ya out there partner" Shawn nods before jogging off.

John was feeling good.

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Leon huffs as he kicks his feet up onto the barrier. "Glad you could join us" hunter smirks as Leon adjusts the ice pack on his head. "Yeah yeah, couldn't miss your face when you find out you have to pay me 100" Leon smirks. "Shawn is winning this" hunter snaps. "Johnny's got it" cassie smiles as her daddy joins them. "What happened to you?" Taker asks from besides Leon. Leon glances at taker who's holding a icepack against his ribs. "What happened to you?" Leon mocks. Taker chuckles. "Hey daddy" cassie smiles moving to her fathers lap. Cassie smiles and waves as shawn blows her a kiss and mouths I love you. "She was chanting and cheering for you both, the entire match" Stephanie smiles. "We heard. Trust me" Leon yawns as the match begins.

Luckily, the glares both Leon and taker gave fans got the stars some peace to watch the match in. So they truly could focus on the match.

"Ooo I knew he'd do it" Leon huffs as shawn slaps John. "Mean swing on him that one." Taker shivers. "Yeah but he's going easy on John. That man ain't seeing stars." Leon mutters. "Of course. Favouritism isn't it?" Taker smirks.

They watch the match. (In other words..I do not want to rewrite the match.)

"Papas crazy!" Cassie gasps as shawn does a moonsault to the outside. "You know it" Leon nods as he pops one of the ice cubes from his bag into his mouth. "If that boy can stand after this match I'll be shocked." Taker mutters stealing one of Leon's ice cubes. "If pa can I'd be shocked. For a man with a near career ending back injuries he takes a hell of a lot of hits on if" Leon scoffs hitting his father's arm. "Shawn's got this win in the bag" hunter smirks. Leon smirks. "Of course he has" Leon nods.

They watch in awe as they keep countering each other. "Ill give them this, I am enjoying this match. You know, concussion and all" Leon yawns. "Stay awake, I can't be fucked to wake you up every three hours" Taker orders. "Go on papa! Go on John!" Cassie yells. "Not so loud" Leon whines. "Go on shawn!" Hunter yells causing the younger man to glare at him.

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John's nerves left him quickly after the slap and his father was no longer stood across from him. It was just another superstar. He was no longer holding back.

He could hear his siblings cheering for him and shawn.

He could feel the pain.

He could feel the adrenaline.

--

Hunter sighs and hands the money over, watching in shock as Leon hands it straight to taker. "Of course" hunter groans handing taker money. "Pleasure doing business with ya" taker smirks.

Leon suddenly jolts forward, hundreds of emotions rushing through him at once. "You good kid?" Taker asks. Leon's eyes widen as he looks at John.

John hunches over, emotions suddenly overcoming him as he glances at his laid out papa. He did that. No one else, he did that. All for a stupid belt. He wipes at his eyes as he's handed the belt. Even as he stands and his hand is raised nothing feels good about it. He lowers his hand and moves to his Papa, falling onto his knees next to him.

"Papa?" He asks quietly. Shawns eyes fall open and a lazy smile grows. "Hey bud" John helps him sit up. "Im sorry" John whispers. Shawn looks at him and tilts his head. "What for? That was an amazing match" Shawn smiles. John's eyes widen. "Just another day Johnny. We are still good. Still tag partners and still cooler than leon" Shawn smiles. "I heard that!" Leon yells. This causes John and shawn to laugh as they hug. "At least we ain't concussed" Shawn huffs glancing at the boy. John chuckles. "I don't know yet. Ask me in a few hours" he smiles.

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Cassie holds Shawn and John's hands as they walk down the hall. "You two are so awesome!" Cassie smiles. "Thanks bug" Shawn smiles at the girl. "Im feeling good about that match" John nods. "I reckon we can do better. Knock em off their feet" Shawn comments. "Yeah? You down for another fight?" John asks. "Of course. You? It wasn't bad was it?" Shawn asks. "I'd love to" John smiles.

They pause at the sudden groan. All three turn around to see taker and Leon leaning against each other, starting to eat the ice cubes from takers ice bag, Leon's empty one rested on his head. "I think we need to get them to joe" Shawn suggests. "Yeah, I'll help Taker." John huffs moving towards the man. "Cmon lee" Shawn chuckles taking the boy. "Im fine" Leon slurs. "Looks like we were the only safe ones tonight" John chuckles. "Hes concessed. I just hurt my ribs" Taker points out. "Im not...yeah..yeah I am.." Leon huffs resting his head on shawns shoulder. "You both did great tonight." Taker states. "Yeah real proud. Can.can we go home?" Leon asks.

"Yeah yeah, let's go" John chuckles.

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NOTES

Oh yeah

I got completely lost and lost check of the ask

But I like the out come.

Maybe.

I'm tired.

Idk.

Enjoy? :)?

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #cassidy michaels #john cena #triple h #stephanie mcmahon #the family of destruction fics #the family of destruction

[thefloorisbalaclava]

CASSIE BABY I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU

how did you survive grad school? my semester has just started and i might be dying lol

i hope you're having fun at your new job 💜💜

You got this!!

Just make sure you're pacing yourself! I took a little longer to get my Masters because I took one class at a time. If that's what you need to do, there's no shame in it!

Be prepared to write...a lot. Grad school doesn't have typical semesters so there really aren't any final exams but there usually are final papers. For the classes earlier on you'll be writing around 10-25 pages. When you get to your last 2 or 3 classes, you will be focused mainly on getting your thesis prepared so it will get extremely writing-intensive!

I'm not sure what you are majoring in but as a public historian I had to write about a topic that had not been researched extensively or at all. Try to focus on something you are interested in so all the research you do doesn't feel like you're losing your mind.

Don't be afraid to reach out to your professors. Mine were some of the kindest and down to earth people ever.

Get help from your classmates because chances are they're feeling the same! Have them peer review your papers before turning them in. It always helps to get someone else to check your writing ESPECIALLY at the grad school level.

Definitely answer all those weekly discussions that may seem very annoying at first but end up very helpful in the end.

Pace yourself! Don't wait til the last minute for anything especially those final papers. Use those resources at your school even if it's online. There are writing centers and everything. Use them!

You got this! This is coming from someone who is the first person in her family to get a Masters degree when it was never even one of my goals. I went for it for a reason and you're going for your Masters for a reason as well. Hold onto that reason and think of it during those times when the going gets tough. Tell yourself you belong there and that you deserve that end goal...because you do.

[locitawritingsblog]

I posted 255 times in 2022

That's 255 more posts than 2021!

89 posts created (35%)

166 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@foundationsretail

@cassie-fanfics

@photogirl894

I tagged 198 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#oc design - 60 posts

#tag game - 58 posts

#picrew - 57 posts

#writing post - 35 posts

#star wars fanfiction - 31 posts

#sw resistance - 30 posts

#star wars resistance - 30 posts

#my ocs - 28 posts

#oc ask game - 25 posts

#the bad batch - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 75 characters

#if anything i loved the surprise of getting them without knowing even more!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@tiny-badbatcher asked me to write about Kaz and Torra's relationship and this is second time of this pairing. It took awhile to figure and I got one.

Memories to Keep It

Kaz & Torra

Based on Xiono Story series (my fanfic)

Torra still felt gulity what happened at her husband's blanket. She knew his blanket was a gift from his uncle from years ago who he was used to love spending time with.

She forgot to feed her pet, Buggles which making him so hungry and looked anywhere that he could eat or bite. He looked at Kaz's sunflower blanket.

Even through Kaz forgive her but she still felt that she didn't deserve it.

At night, Kaz just finished doing his face mask and heading to the bed but quickly mentioned Torra was down as rubbing Buggles' back.

"Hey, is everything alright, Honeylatte ?"

Torra sighed "Not really. "

He hold his hand "You know you can tell anything, right ? That's what our marriage for."

She took breath as staring at him with tears in her eyes "I feel guilty about ripped your special blanket. I know that you forgive me but I feel like...I don't deserve it. I started thinking if you'd...rather left me than this."

Kaz shook his head as wiping her tears "Torra, don't say like that. I know that you didn't mean that on purpose and I know how much you love me since you were acting crazy when we first time met."

Torra chuckled "But you chose me to race against with."

"Let's say that a nikto friend told everyone on this station after I accidentally talked about my dream to be the best pilot. It was driving me crazy." The couple laught.

At the same time, Buggled walked to Kaz and slept on his lap "But at least I survived." He rubbed his back.

"You see, Honeylatte. Even through I don't have stuffs to remember but at least I have good memories in my mind like Uncle John was used to put me on his shoulder and pretended to be my ship and we flew away." He told her.

"Since you told me this, I've been seeing you play that game with Ayumi and she really enjoy it." She replied.

"Yep, and I still would do that again."

"Until she's too heavy to carry." She teased.

"Hey... " "Kaz, no, stop it.." Kaz tickled Torra on her stomach, she laught loudly until the couple lay down on the bed.

After that, Kaz touched her cheek "Torra, no matter what happen between us, I won't leave you. You're a part of me that need to stick together with."

Torra took breath and smiled "You're a part of me too." Then the couple kissed each other while Buggles laid down between them.

"Sweet dream, honeylatte."

"Sweet dream, my love."

And they all fell asleep together.

The end

Hope you like this one.

I tag @foundationsretail , @tiny-badbatcher , @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @genericficerblog , @thebadbatch2022 , and @girlzrok-archive

16 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#4

This is my drawing for my Star Wars Resistance Modern AU fanfic on wattpad, Hope Inside.

I drew this two years ago. Let me tell you about this family.

Jarek Yeager adopted his three kids after he lost his biogical family during the accident.

First, he adopted Neeku when he was a baby, next he adopted Tam on the street who survived from the house fire when she was 13 years old, and lastly, Kaz. He mentioned that something off with him until he figured out that he was abused by his drunk father and took him to his house and overtime, Kaz felt safe and loved by his new family.

What do you think @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @thebadbatch2022 , @girlzrok-archive , @foundationsretail and @tiny-badbatcher ?

17 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

I just finished drawing Omega wearing a junior high school for my Bad Batch High School fanfic.

Here some things about her :

She's more comfortable wearing trousers than skirts but when she has to wear school skirt, she would always wearing leggings.

This school uniform is inspired by one of my uniforms when I was in elementary school 😅

She's more comfortable wearing boots than sneakers as you guys can see on this picture.

What do you think @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @crosshairs-simp, @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond , @s-pirth-lemonade , @littlefeatherr , and anyone else who wants to see this.

18 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#2

Tell me a reason why you want to write star wars fanfics then tag five blogs who also love writing too.

Mine is expressing my imagination into the story to be remembered.

@photogirl894 , @foundationsretail , @kanerallels , @thebadbatch2022 , and @genericficerblog

28 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ayumi enjoying her drink.

I tag @photogirl894 , @leosardonyx18 , @cassie-fanfics , @genericficerblog , @zaya-mo , @l-lend , @tinysbandanadad , @tiny-badbatcher , @summer-1902 , and anyone else who wants to.

41 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

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[the-missann]

Courage from Love

The night seemed as if it would stay uneventful, but right as it hit midnight, Cassie's phone went off. Knowing the only person who'd be calling her, she went and answered it with an eager smile on her face.

"Hey, what's up Haku?"

"I honestly wish it was nothing." His voice was irate, not very much so, but it was noticeable to Cassie who was more than used to his soft spoken tone.

"What's up? You sound upset."

"Sorry if I do. It's just so stupid. No one wanted to go back to the dorms to get this… thing they bought—I think it's some kind of drink—so I eventually offered to go get it for them."

Cassie sighed slightly. "Sometimes you're too nice for your own good."

"Tell me about it." He sighed. "I just thought to call you for some company."

Cassie smiled and sat up in her bed as she listened to Kohaku talk. As she did so, a resolution to this dilemma occured to her.

"Hey, maybe… I could just get it for you instead."

"Really? You don't mind?"

"No, I'm cool doing it for you."

He let out a relieved sigh. "Honestly, it'd mean a lot if you could."

Cassie then got up. "Where is it?"

"It's one door from my dorm. I'll just meet you halfway, so tell me when you get to my dorm."

"Alright, let me get changed real quick."

Cassie got up and went to her closet, however, it dawned on her that she'd be going outside on one of the busiest days on campus. Everyone was having parties, going out, or hanging out and she'd have to go past them all.

Worried about appearing strange amongst all the night owls dressed up, she decided to dress as she would during the day and found a decent enough outfit to go out in.

She picked up her phone and headed for her door.

"Oh, by the way, I think what they want is pretty heavy, so take your backpack."

"How'd they forget something like that?"

"I could take a guess."

Cassie giggled at Kohaku's more than annoyed voice, but she went for her spare backpack, the one she took on exam days when she didn't need to carry around five notebooks. It was styled like a bear, so she held it in her arms while leaving her room.

It didn't take Cassie very long to get to Kohaku's dorm.

"Okay, I'm here."

"Alright, they said the door should still be open, it's two doors from my dorm." Cassie followed his direction and went to open the door. It was unlocked, but unfortunately for her, a group of students were inside.

Cassie froze for a second and someone looked back seeing her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Did someone invite her?"

Cassie tried to speak, but nothing came out. A few in the room snickered at the frozen appearance of the girl before them.

Someone then said, "come on, what are you here for?"

Their impatience wasn't lost on Cassie and she just gave a small shrug.

"I'm getting something for a friend."

"Cassie?" Kohaku's voice on the phone snapped her attention back. "It should be on the floor near the bed."

Cassie looked there and found what Kohaku was referring to, she quickly went over and retrieved the bottle. She said nothing else and scurried out of the room. Some annoyed sighs followed her closing the door and Cassie just hurried out as quickly as she could.

"I got it…"

"Was someone in there?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah, I guess some people were having a party." Cassie left the male dorms. "But, where are you?"

"By the courtyard."

"Okay…"

Cassie couldn't help but think about the partygoers in the room. She hoped they would just ignore her, but a part of her couldn't help and think that they were laughing at her, getting enjoyment out of the encounter after she left.

Her walk down the sidewalk slowed and her very invasive thoughts came to the surface, making her gaze drop further and her mind run miles around the last few minutes. Every which way that could have happened went through her head and she almost wanted to revert time to do it again.

Cassie made it to the courtyard and found Kohaku waving her down.

He jogged over to her and while he had a smile on his face, it faded when he saw Cassie.

"Hey… what's wrong?"

She looked at him. "Nothing, it's just something stupid."

He pursed his lips. "Cassie, you're tearing up." He reached and grabbed a hold of her face in his palms.

They were cold against her skin, but his gentle touch was enough to mitigate that. Cassie's frown only got deeper and eventually she spoke.

"They just… I just think I bothered them. I'm sorry for making you worry over something like that."

Kohaku took a sharp breath. He gave Cassie a bitter smile and pulled her in for a hug.

"You're so cute… Cassie, you're making me wanna just stay with you for the night."

Cassie shrunk in his hug, but nuzzled against him as she always did. "No, you should go and have fun."

He pulled back and locked eyes with her. "No seriously, stay right here." He took the bottle from her bag and jogged off.

Cassie watched him drop the bottle off to someone. He spoke for a second and immediately turned back to Cassie where he rejoined her. Kohaku reached for her hand and turned them back in the direction of the dorms.

"Kohaku, no seriously, go and hang out with your friends."

"Does it seem like I was even enjoying that?"

She pouted. "No, but-"

"So don't worry about it. I'd rather help you not think about those jerks anyways."

Kohaku's hand was cold, but feeling it against her palm made her warm up, slowly that warmth crept to her face and her mouth turned up in a smile.

"Some day, your friends are gonna hate me because you always dip on them for me."

He chuckled. "No one would hate such a cute girl. Really, why'd you dress like that just to go out for a second?"

They stopped and looked at one another. "I'm… cute?"

Kohaku's face grew red as she looked up at him. He scratched behind his head and started to walk again.

"Well, I just think you could have dressed in any kind of way, really."

Cassie smiled at his embarrassment and happily walked beside him; knowing even if she was nervous and anxious, it didn't matter once they were together.

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A random life update

hey everybody who still follows me! I feel like I'm going to keep this space forever so I can look back on my teenage years, because they were my favorite and who knows, I can pop in with updates like this every so often.

If you're a long time follower you'll know that I used to mention my friend here a lot. A guy I met my first few years on tumblr when I was 16 (so 14-ish years ago) and he truly became one of my best and most treasured friends. I promised once I had an adult job and the right footing I would meet him in person, I would get to hug him and it be real and meaningful and a culmination of all of the good things that Tumblr gave to me all those years ago.

Well guess what? I did.

Loads of things happened last year, the Pandemic only added to it. I worked in a town 2 hours over leading Covid testing through it. Sadly I lost 3 people during this time and life became overwhelming. Just like in my youth I felt so much ostracism, like I had no friends to fall into and no family to check in on me. However, my friend and I reconnected during that span of time and it was different but so much the same. I decided that it was high time I held to my word and I told him that I was going to make the jump and just do it. One of the people I lost, her name was Cassie and she was absolutely one of the best people I ever met in my life, she was alive while I was preparing and pushed me to get the trip in order. She knew I had been going through so much and was processing things alone but she always supported me and talked me through so many tough thoughts around that time, then she wasn't here anymore. Right before though, she made me promise her that I wouldn't chicken out.

So I took the plunge. Airbnb, booked. Flight, 4am check in time with 1 stop in the states and then straight over. I was incredibly nervous and my mind went back and forth between recovering from Cassie's passing and the adventure that awaited me in London. After 8-ish hours I landed and I messaged my friend, he was a little anxious and I could hear the nervousness in his voice as he parked and we started looking for each other. After 15 minutes or so of scouting around the airport trying to find each other, he'd asked me what I could see. I said I could see this big, metal sculpture hanging from the ceiling, it reminded me of a dragon and it was pretty much all I could stare at to keep my knees from shaking, as I get quite anxious. He was still on the phone, even more anxious at this point because he couldn't find me.

He said "I'm here at this sculpture and I don't see you. It's metal, right? Right out of the internationals gate toward the elevators?" I looked around hastily because he was describing exactly what I was seeing and then I saw him there. He was pacing slightly, visibly nervous and genuinely trying to scan the area looking for me. I bee-lined right for him, he looked at me and outstretched his arms enveloping me into a big warm hug that Cassie would have complimented. That hug made my heart full, genuinely and it will always, always be one of my most loved memories.

His name is Tommy, he deleted and created so many new blogs over the years that it would be useless to give a name at this point but he was one of the closest friends I've ever had and we became friends here, on Tumblr.

I am 30 now, I have a job in sexual health and younger me would be so proud of where I landed. If you look back or have been a follower of mine for a long time you can probably understand why. However, I'm not done yet and I still have another step in my life journey to take. Once more, I want to make the jump, so my next new adventure if the universe is willing, will be to move for school and to continue life living in England, namely London where years of wishing and hoping that maybe some day I would meet the friend on Tumblr who I treasured turned into real life. It feels like this is the genuinely start to my life, we all have our own pace but if your heart is telling you that something is for you, listen to it and it might spirit you away to everything you could have ever wanted.

I'm really happy that this space still exists and that there are still some of you here xx

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[liaromancewriter]

Closure

Premise: When an ex asks Ethan for a second chance, he realizes that the past is best left behind. Set during the beginning of book 2.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine). Feat. Harper Emery Rating/Category: Teen. Fluffy Angst. Words: 1,920

A/N: Submission for @choicesprompts September prompt 2 and for @choices-september-challenge-blog​ Day 18 Dialogue prompt

“This isn’t working for me anymore.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“This was the agreement. This has always been the agreement. Or have you forgotten?”

“I’ve forgotten nothing. But everything is different now.”

Ethan Ramsey sighed in frustration and set the empty wine glass down, gazing at Harper Emery across the kitchen island. 

They’d been having a variation of this argument for the last two days; ever since Harper had told him that she’d accepted the Chief of Medicine position, effectively making her his boss.

He stared at the ceiling hoping for divine wisdom or anything to bring this conversation to an end. But all he got were blind spots from the overhead lights shining into his eyes.

For the last eight years, he and Harper had been engaged in an on-again, off-again relationship. They had mutually agreed to keep it casual in case it interfered with their bigger career ambitions. Now he was calling it off for good because things were different.

Why was Harper pushing back? He thought, baffled at her uncharacteristic stubbornness.

They had fought too hard for their careers for people to gossip about them. It hadn’t mattered when they were residents or when they both became attending physicians within a year of each other. Her becoming Chief meant they weren’t equals anymore.

He had liked Harper when they initially met during one of his second-year residency rotations. She had been a couple of years ahead of him, halfway through her neurosurgery residency, and he respected how confident she was about owning her skills.

They had both been determined to make their mark professionally. That intellectual connection had been a huge turn-on for him. The physical aspect of their relationship, when it followed shortly after, wasn’t bad either.

They enjoyed each other’s company, but the impermanence of their interactions had started to feel old after a while. Lately, their “off” times seemed to last longer than their “on” periods, but neither had complained. He would always value their friendship, but whatever more existed between them was over.

He reached for the jacket he’d tossed on the kitchen stool, shrugged it over his broad shoulders, and headed toward the front door. There was no point rehashing everything for the nth time.

“You’re leaving?” Harper asked incredulously. “We’re still talking!”

“What is there left to say, Harper?” Ethan said objectively, pausing to look back over his shoulder. “We always agreed to keep it casual and convenient. It’s not convenient anymore, not for me. We’ve had a good run, but it’s time to move on.”

Harper followed hurriedly, pushing past him to lean her back against the door, blocking his exit. “What if I tell the board I’ve changed my mind about the Chief role?”

Ethan stiffened, his eyes scanning the desperation on her face. His expression softened, and he framed her face between his hands.

“Harper, you deserve the promotion, and you’re going to kick ass as Chief,” he told her gently. “We always promised each other that our careers came first. Please, don’t put me in the position of watching a doctor I respect greatly to give up everything she worked so hard for because of a man. I can’t be the one who stands in your way. You’d come to resent me for it one day, and so would I.”

Harper sighed and stepped away from the door and him.

“I’m sorry, Ethan,” she said, contrite. “It was unfair of me to put this on you. Of course, you’re right. One of the reasons we worked so well as a couple was because we weren’t really a couple.”

“I care about you,” Ethan said, giving her a half-smile. “We had fun together, and I hope we’ll continue to be friends.”

Harper chuckled. “Sure. Who knows? Maybe I’ll find the Chief role isn’t for me after all.”

Ethan nodded but didn’t respond, not wanting to make promises he couldn’t keep. He kissed her forehead goodbye and walked out of her apartment.

He knew that it was over between them even if Harper stopped being his boss. He was turning thirty-five in a couple of months. At his age, his father had already been busy working two jobs while raising a teenager.

Ethan wasn’t sure he wanted marriage or children. Given everything he'd seen, it was too big a risk to take. He also didn’t want to spend his life searching for something he couldn’t define.

It was better to focus on work, to seek answers to medicine’s biggest mysteries. Unlike people, medicine never let him down.

Two years later…

Ethan smiled at the text from Cassie Valentine and quickly tapped a reply, telling her how much he was looking forward to proving her wrong tonight in bed. He laughed out loud when she replied with “Bring it!” and a hot face emoji.

Cassie seemed to enjoy challenging him at every opportunity; her lips curved in a smile that was equal parts sweet and naughty. He wondered what it said about him that he found her occasional quirkiness endearing and her passion addictive.

“What’s so funny?”

He glanced up as Harper walked over to take the visitor’s chair across from him. He’d been so absorbed in texting that he hadn’t heard the glass doors swish open.

“Nothing,” he said, clearing the gruffness from his throat and putting his phone aside, screen facing down. “What can I do for you, Harper?”

Harper rolled her eyes and shook her head in dismay. “What makes you think I want anything, Ethan? Can’t I visit an old colleague who is also a friend?”

Ethan grinned at the amused exasperation in her voice. He knew he’d tried her patience when she was Chief and throughout their relationship. And yet he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m only thirty-six, Harper. Let’s save the ‘old’ for when I cross forty.”

“Thirty-seven soon, no?” She prodded before continuing, “Forty isn’t as far as you think.”

Before he could protest, she held her hands up to indicate a truce. “Anyway, I didn’t come here to tease you. We haven’t had a chance to chat since you returned from your WHO mission. How are you?”

Ethan hid his confusion behind a neutral mask. Harper knew he wasn’t one for small talk. Still, he decided to indulge her.

“I’m fine. It was a successful mission, and I’m pleased with the outcomes,” he said evenly. “But now I’m back, and one hundred percent focused on the Diagnostics Team. Is that enough for small talk? Now, what do you want?”

Harper sighed at his abrupt tone as much as the question. “Fine, fine. I’ll come out with it since niceties are clearly lost on you.”

Ethan could feel the tips of his ears turn red at the inference, and he threw Harper an abashed look. “My apologies, Harper. That wasn’t very nice of me.”

“It’s fine,” she said, waving away his apology. “It’s who you are. I came to invite you to dinner tonight if that works or tomorrow.”

He was immediately suspicious, wondering why she was acting out of character. “Why?”

“Why not?” she countered. Then she uncrossed her legs and stood up to lean over the desk. “Look, I was hoping to do this over dinner, but….”

She paused, and then her eyes locked on his. “I want you back, Ethan. I’m not your boss anymore, and there’s no reason why we can’t pick up where we left off.”

Ethan stilled as Harper blurted out the words, unable to hide his shock.

“Is it really that much of a surprise?” She asked, noticing the look on his face. “We were good together for eight years, weren’t we?”

“Harper, I…”

He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and saw Cassie and Baz through the glass walls. They were talking and laughing animatedly as they headed toward the team office. He’d forgotten he’d asked them to drop by for a consult and update on a new patient. June wouldn’t be far behind. He caught Baz’s eye and gestured for them to wait.

"I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending they are you,” Harper said when he tuned back in. “I want to try again, but this time make it official. Ethan, are you listening to me?”

“Yes,” he replied absently, watching the considering look enter Cassie’s eyes as her gaze zigzagged between him and Harper.

Ethan came out from behind his desk to stand in front of Harper. His eyes briefly connected with Cassie, and he asked for her patience. He saw her subtle nod before she looked away.

“Harper,” he began, peering intently at her. “I’m seeing someone else and have been for a few months now.”

“I see,” she said, brows furrowing. “Is it serious?”

“Yes, it is,” he admitted more to himself than her. From the moment he met Cassie, it had been serious despite how much he tried to pretend otherwise.

“Do I know her? Does she work at the hospital?” Harper fired off questions.

“You know I dislike discussing my private life,” Ethan said severely, folding his arms across his chest. “We’re keeping our relationship quiet for now, and I’m not at liberty to say more.”

“Not at liberty?” Harper mocked. “What is she, a celebrity? Are you afraid I’ll go running to TMZ?”

“No, of course not,” he said curtly. “But for our own reasons, we want to keep our relationship private until we’re ready to tell our family and friends. It’s still new, and we don’t want to let the world in.”

Harper looked like she wanted to probe more, but his face must have shown his reluctance to continue the conversation.

“Fine, I get the message,” she said, trying to smile to show she was unaffected, but he could see the hurt.

“I’m sorry, Harper,” Ethan said, placing one hand on her arm before letting go. He was mindful of the captive audience outside now that June had joined Cassie and Baz. “I didn’t mean to hurt you with my brusqueness, but you caught me by surprise.”

Harper smiled again, this one full of warmth. “No, I’m sorry. Two years is a long time to wait for someone. I shouldn’t have assumed you were single. I hope we’re still friends after this.”

“Of course,” he said definitely. “We have history, good memories. I have great respect for you.”

Harper watched him curiously. “Even before we called it off the last time, something had changed, hadn’t it?”

He hesitated and then nodded. “Yes. I don’t know what, but I knew I wasn’t happy with the status quo.”

“I understand,” she said and stepped back, straightening her coat. “I’ll let you get back to it. See you around, Ethan.”

Ethan watched Harper stride through the sliding doors, stop to exchange words with the team and laugh at something Baz said before waving them goodbye.

The team filed into the office and took their seats at the conference table. But Ethan remained where he was, staring at Harper’s retreating back until it disappeared from sight.

He turned away and saw Cassie watching him discreetly, a knowing look in her eyes. Ethan wondered if she was jealous and how he should handle it. And then she smiled, and he knew she understood.

He’d said goodbye to someone who’d been important to him once and gained closure to move on to the next phase of his life. He wasn’t afraid to take a risk, not anymore. Whatever happened next would certainly be an adventure.

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[lovecanyon]

OMG DEALERRRY ATE ILY PLS DO PART 2 IF U CAN.

My idea is that Harry get jealous the reader is hanging out with Elliot Bc she’s besties with jules, rue and Elliot. But like also can u add smut ;)

MELODRAMA

euphoria au

dealer!harry x jacobs!reader

summary: harry gets jealous of elliot. y/n and harry run into cassie and nate.

a/n: rue is narrating in italics 

warnings: mentions of drugs and SMUT

masterlist

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When I had introduced Elliot to Y/N I immediately noticed that he had gotten nervous. Somehow along the way he had developed a crush on the girl.

If Harry were to find out about Elliot’s secret crush on her he better run. Fast.

“What the hell is this?” Y/N mutters as she grabs the joint Jules was rolling which makes Elliot laugh really hard.

Can’t he be anymore fucking obvious.

Right as Y/N lights the joint that was in between Jules lips her phone starts to ring. Rue catches a glance at the phone and sees a photo of her boyfriend Harry.

When I first heard about the cheerleader and drug dealer dating I didn’t believe it. Until I saw them making out in an empty classroom during sophmore year.

My mind was fucking blown.

“I’ll be right back.” Y/N says getting off the bed as she blindly grabs her ringing phone.

Elliot watches the girl disappear into the bathroom as she begins talking to someone. He feels someone staring at him and when he turns his head he sees Rue giving him a look.

“What?” He whispers quietly not wanting to alert the blonde that was sat at the end of the bed.

Rue shrugs her shoulders before she stands up from the bed and stretches.

-

“Wait what?” Y/N furrows her brows confused.

“Faye got fucking caught up with the cops and now she’s staying with us.” Harry grunts over the phone sounding very angry.

“How long is she staying with you guys?” She asks as she leans against the bathroom counter.

“Hopefully not for long.” He groans which made her giggle. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Y/N widens her eyes as she looks around her.

Earlier Y/N had told her boyfriend she was going straight home after cheer practice but Jules and I had dragged her to Eliot’s place.

“I’m not home I’m with Jules and Rue but you could pick me up?” Y/N responds rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Send me your pin.”

-

“Harry Elliot. Elliot Harry.” Y/N smiles introducing the two boys.

They were all standing around in Elliot’s front yard. Rue was sat on the steps smoking a joint as Jules was stood next to Y/N.

Elliot forced a smile as he holds out his hand for Harry to shake. He completely ignored the hand in front of him and instead pulled out a cigarette from the back pocket of his skinny jeans.

This is so fucking awkward. I wanna run away.

“So I think we’re gonna go. Thanks for today guys.” Y/N dismisses herself and her malicious boyfriend.

Jules and Rue say their goodbyes to the couple but before Elliot could say anything Harry wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist and drags her away. It was a dick move but he didn’t like Elliot. 

The three watch Harry and Y/N get into his white vintage Mercedes —. Soon they drive off which makes Elliot let out a sigh and Rue look at him.

I really hope it’s just a small crush.

-

“Y/N I’m telling you. He’s fucking in love with you.” Harry says as he holds the car door open for her.

They had just arrived to the Jacobs household which Y/N resented. Her brother Nate was an ass but he genuinely cared for her, same with her father. But she knew they both were very terrible people.

She also still didn’t know about her father and best friend Jules. 

“I’m telling you he sees me as a friend.” Y/N mutters handing her boyfriend her cheer bag to hold. He grabs her bag and doesn't respond just rolls his eyes as she opens the front door. “I saw that.”

“Sorry.” The drug dealer mumbles which made her laugh.

Y/N was about to respond to him but a blonde walking down the stairs caught her attention.

“Cassie?” Y/N questions which makes the girl widen her eyes. Nate who was behind her clenches his jaw as he makes eye contact with Harry.

“U—uh Y/N? What are you doing here?” Cassie smiles nervously trying not to freak out.

Y/N was very close to Maddy, more closer than Cassie was. Before her it was Y/N, Kat and Maddy twenty-four seven. I had even hung out with the three of them for a while in middle school.

“I live here?” Y/N responds furrowing her brows. Her boyfriend stayed silent and just stared at her brother. “Are you guys like—”

“No! Cassie just came to pick up some of Maddy’s stuff. Right Cass?” Nate speaks up pulling the blonde down the stairs. She stays silent as she looks horrified. “Right Cass?” He glares at her which makes her immediately start to nod.

“Y—yeah.”

Before Y/N could say anything else her brother drags Cassie out of the house.

-

The car ride with Cassie was hell. She was crying to Nate about how she was going to get caught. She knew Y/N was suspicious.

When the Jacobs son had arrived back home he decided he was going to talk to Y/N. But he stopped himself from knocking on her door after a few loud moans were heard.

He soon recognized the sounds were coming from Harry. 

You see Harry and Nate were very close but when he dropped out of football to sell drugs with Fezco, the Jacobs was deeply hurt. The hurt turned into anger when he started to date his little sister. 

With clenched fists Nate headed downstairs.

-

“God your so fucking beautiful.” Harry whispered into Y/N’s parted lips as she softly moans at his words. “I love you. I love you, so damn much.” His words make the girls face grow hot.

He loved the way she still blushed at his praises. It really showed how much she loved him.

“If you love me please fuck me. Now.”

Harry quickly connects their lips together as he lines himself up with her. As soon as he buries his cock into her she lets out multiple loud moans.

Before he begins to thrust he repositions his arms to be right next to his girlfriend's head giving him a full view of her flushed face.

Several curses come from Harry as he fucks in and out of Y/N.

He loved the way she felt. It was like heaven. 

“Fuck Harry!” Y/N cries out at a particularly hard thrust. Harry smirks cockily as he quickened his pace wanting to get more praises from his girlfriend. 

Y/N’s nails dig into Harry’s back as she wraps her legs around his waist trying to be more closer to him. He pants at the feeling of her hands trailing down his lower back to his ass.

A choked moan came from Harry as Y/N cups his ass bringing him closer to her. She was the only girl that could ever made him fall apart like this.

Harry collapses onto her digging his head in the crook of her neck. He soon begin to suck on her neck leaving red and pink splotches decorating the skin.

He loved giving her neck bruises. It showed everyone that she was his.

“H I’m going to—“ Y/N whimpered which made Harry shush her.

“Me too darling. I’m close.”

-

Nate had been in the kitchen when Harry walked in shirtless showcasing his tattoos. 

“You healed pretty quickly.” Harry smirks as he opens the fridge to get a water bottle. The Jacobs who was leaning his elbows on the counter rolled his eyes.

When Cal asked Y/N about the fights she lied and said she didn’t know what happened.

Obviously her father knew she was lying because when he had grilled Cassie about New Years night she said Fez and Harry were the ones that got into the fights with Nate and McKay.

It was silent for a moment until he spoke up.

“You still deal?” Nate questions sarcastically which makes Harry look unamused. “What? Don’t want the cops called on you guys again.” He smiles making his sister’s boyfriend clench his jaw.

“At least I’m not fucking my ex girlfriend’s best friend.” Harry swiftly replies which makes Nate walk over to him threateningly.

“You don’t know shit.” Nate glares at Harry who was shaking his head smirking. He definitely knew and that's what made Nate scared. 

But before Harry could respond Marsha walks in with a smile. 

“Hey boys finally getting along?” Nate’s mom jokes which makes Harry start to snigger.

“Oh yeah sure something like that.” Harry smiles smugly as he walks away.

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