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thelov3lybookworm · 3 months

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Hey, will you write a cassian x reader fic inspired by the song Creepin by Metro Boomin & the Weeknd?

My fault.

Summary: They never liked her. Thought he was too good for her. She did not realised the lengths they would go to hurt her.

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Tw: self loathing, cheating, asshole inner circle, reader does not think herself worthy of love. that's all, me thinks, but if there's more, lemme know.

A/n: thank you for the request anon! i enjoyed writing it so much 🥹 so sorry for the long wait my love❣️

(the inner circle is kind of a bitch in this, not Nesta though. she is an angel. reader has no freakin backbone, so dont read if its no your cup of tea)

with that out of the way, i might do a part two if everyone wants it. I have it all planned out 😏

anyways, enjoy!

(heheh @artists-ally and @aroseinvelaris i hope this makes you cry. the snippets were just the snacks. this is the meal)

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Y/n stared at her best friend of centuries, numbness spreading through her chest the longer she thought about the information she had just received.

"Y/n? Please say something." Nina begged, her eyes shining with tears, pleading.

"What is there left to say?" Y/n mumbled, taking a deep breath as she turned her gaze towards the empty cup that sat in front of her, picking at her cuticles. "Are you... are you sure it was him?"

Y/n knew it hurt Nina to be the bearer of the bad news, and she felt bad for asking her more about it. But she needed to know. "Yes. I don't think many Illyrians walk around with seven glowing rocks on their body."

Y/n nodded absently.

They sat a few moments in silence, letting the scrape and clinks of the cutlery fill the space between them.

It was supposed to be a girl's day today, and it had been fun, until Nina had gotten that sad, guilty look on her face as the two of them sat sipping on tea at a small cafe in the heart of Velaris.

Y/n almost regretted asking her friend what the matter was. Almost.

When the quiet became unbearable, Y/n stood with a deep sigh, grabbing her purse from the table in between them. Nina followed. "Y/n?"

"I think it's getting late. We should go home. He will be returning soon."

Y/n could see Nina's heart breaking for her friend, but she did not want anyone's sympathy.

"You are going to go back? To that house? To him?"

Y/n released a frustrated breath as the two of them left the cafe, spilling out into the packed street. "What else am I supposed to do? Run away?"

"Yes! He does not deserve you. Please tell me you will leave?"

Y/n looked away from Nina. "You know me, Nina. I have never been one to just up and leave."

It was almost common knowledge at this point. Everyone who knew Y/n, knew she would rather stay in a relationship in which she was the only one making an effort than leave. And she knew she probably was weak for not standing up for herself, the couple of relationships she's been in before showing that, but she simply could not bring herself to forget the teachings of her long dead mother-

That it was a female's job to keep her partner satisfied, and if he sought out other women, then it was the female's fault that she could not satisfy his needs.

Y/n did not think she would ever be able to stop being that timid, shy female who would just cry in the safety of the darkness in her room when someone hurt her.

She hated herself for it.

Nina was the only one who understood Y/n's reasoning and did not give her shit for it. She was the only one who tried to gently guide Y/n to stand up for herself. She never judged Y/n for crying.

"I..." Nina took a deep breath before nodding, rubbing Y/n's back. "I hope you someday find it in yourself to leave him before he..."

Nina did not say it, but Y/n heard it nonetheless.

Before he left her, disposed in favour of someone better. Someone more beautiful, someone more confident and loveable.

Y/n nodded, blinking back tears as she moved to hug her friend, who was more of a sister than anything at this point.

"Thank you." Y/n murmured into Nina's shoulder, her voice breaking. She felt Nina nod against her, giving her a rueful smile after they pulled away.

"Take care, Y/n."

Y/n nodded, turning away. "You too."

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Y/n searched his face for something, anything, to show her that what Nina had told her was just a lie. That maybe she was mistaken.

Y/n came up lacking.

Now that she thought about it, the signs were always there. She was just too busy pretending that everything was fine. That Cassian was not like her previous lovers. That he would not throw her to the side, out of his life, for someone else.

That he loved her.

She now saw how foolish she'd been. Every male put on this land by the mother was the same. They only wanted females who were confident, who knew how to give them what they wanted.

She remembered how he had become recently. Yelling and picking fights over the smallest things.

The first time it happened, he was deep in his work, and Y/n had dropped something, making a loud sound and startling the both of them. Usually, Cassian would have given her a small smile and just gone back to work. But not that day.

That day he had glared at her, which was almost worse than the words that he mumbled next.

"When will you stop being clumsy?"

He had spoken under his breath, but Y/n had still heard. She stiffened.

"What?"

He sighed, his frustration evident. "When will you stop being clumsy?"

His voice was loud, almost booming, echoing in the painful silence after. Tears filled Y/n's eyes as she stared at him.

"Great. Now you are crying." He leaned back, dragging his palms down his face. Y/n ducked her head.

"I'm sorry." With that, she had shuffled out of his office, hoping she had not angered him too much and that he would forgive her.

Y/n watched, as Cassian threw back his head and laughed at something his family said, his hand on his abdomen.

She knew he had recently begun pulling away, knew he felt trapped by her.

And so she had let him do what he wished, made herself smaller to make space for his happiness.

Maybe that's where she had gone wrong.

She could tell he felt freer in this moment. Could tell by the sparkle in his eyes and by the constant smile and joy on his face.

She watched through the window as his body shook with the bouts of laughter his family pulled from him. She stood outside of the small gates that guarded the River estate of the high lord and blinked away her tears.

She had not seen him this happy in months now, and she had to fight off the jealousy that simmered in her gut. After all, she had no right to feel that way after she was the one who suppressed his happiness.

Y/n took a breath, releasing it in a sigh as she made up her mind. She needed to talk to Cassian, and then she would go back home, to the place she and Cassian had shared. To the place that he stopped living in in the past months, only visiting for the sake of it.

Walking up to the door of the home was quicker than she expected, and suddenly she was staring at the fine wood and considering bolting.

Her hand raised itself before she could do anything else, knocking, and she cursed lowly when the sound of footsteps approached.

The door opened to reveal a beautiful female staring at Y/n with a small smile. She had gorgeous blue-grey eyes, her hair that was wrapped around her head in a crown shining under the faelights.

"Yes? How can I help you?"

Y/n blinked, swallowing, wondering if she looked as miserable as she felt.

"I- is Cassian here?"

The female's brows furrowed. "Yes. Who are you?"

Y/n's eyes travelled to behind the female, where now stood a wide eyed Cassian and a furious looking High Lord. "I..."

Cassian sighed, taking a step forward, making the beautiful female glance back at them. "She's my-"

"She's no one, Nesta." Everyone's eyes snapped to the high lord. Hate spread through Y/n, but she tamped it down when Cassian simply continued staring at his brother instead of defending his wife.

A sudden rush of tears prickled at Y/n's eyes, but she swallowed hard. "Yes. I'm no one."

Cassian met her eyes, his gaze pained. Y/n had the vague feeling of being watched, but she ignored it, directly addressing her husband.

"Can I have a word? In private?"

The high lord opened his mouth, to reject no doubt, but Cassian beat him to it. "Yes."

Y/n sighed, and when she inhaled, Cassian's scent mixed with a soft, feminine filled her lungs . Y/n's wide eyes swung to a confused looking Nesta before glancing at Cassian disbelievingly, and she could see guilt overtaking Cassian's features.

She blinked, letting the tears fill her eyes as she gave him a pained expression.

"Thank you." Y/n mumbled, her tone defeated. Before the high lord could interrupt, she turned away, making her way towards the garden in front of the house, knowing Cassian followed.

When she was sure that no one could eavesdrop on them unless they really wanted to, she turned to her husband.

The two of them just stared at each other, the air around them charged.

Y/n decided to try and break a tense silence. "Hi."

His brows furrowed. "Hi..."

She smiled uncertainly at him as she contemplated her next words. "I... how are you?"

He blinked. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

She shrugged, the words flying out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Just feels like I haven't seen you in a long time. I've been worried."

His features softened, his eyes studying her. "I'm sorry. I have been... busy."

She nodded. "I can tell."

Despite her efforts to not let her sadness show, she knew he could tell.

"I- I can explain-"

Y/n shook her head. "There is no need to. I understand."

He blinked again. "What? You... what?"

She gave him a look. "I understand why you did it. I mean... it's not like it hasn't happened before with my previous lovers. I get it."

His mouth opened and closed like a fish, and Y/n continued.

"Look, it's... okay. I won't stop you from it. Just... I don't want to know. If you are playing me, please... keep it low. My heart can't take it anymore. Just don't let me find out. Keep it to yourself." Her voice wavered as she spoke the words that were swirling through her mind since Nina told her about what she'd seen. "Please don't throw me away."

Guilt and shock spread though his face, as if he's just made a realisation and hated it. "Y/n I am so sorry-"

His voice broke, and Y/n immediately began searching for ways to ask for forgiveness and make him happy.

"Don't apologise, my love. I know your family hates me, and I probably deserve it. I... you definitely deserve better. I know you do. And I understand." She took a deep breath, knowing she was rambling but she could not stop. "I- I am so sorry I could not give you what you want, but please, Cassian, don't-"

Cassian grabbed her face, pulling her into his chest. Y/n stilled, trying to take in a full breath as tears started escaping her eyes as she gasped and clenched her eyes shut.

"Y/n-"

But a sharp gasp cut him off, and Y/n pulled away from Cassian, finding Nesta and Rhysand staring at them. Y/n took a few steps back, not wanting to ruin whatever was giving Cassian the happiness she couldn't.

But Nesta glared at Cassian, and then Rhys. With a start, Y/n realised the high lord was staring at her.

And he had tears in his eyes.

"You were trying to get me to accept the bond with a married male?"

Everything slowed down, and Y/n stared in horror at Rhysand.

"Mates?" She whispered.

Nest looked over, making to step close. "Please forgive me. I did not know that brute was married. I would never have done what I did otherwise."

Y/n shook her head, wondering if there was a way to respond to that.

She settled on the only thing that made sense to her.

"Good night."

She turned towards the gates, and, for the first time since she had met Cassian, ignored the calls of her name by her husband, his brother and his mate as she sprinted away.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for telling my mom I don't want my older brother moving back in?

People involved: Me (F25), my mom (F55), my older half brother ("Joe", M39), Joe's wife ("Nina", F28)

This situation is way too long and messy to give a full account of, so I'm gonna give the super condensed version. My mom has a lot of health problems and medical debt, and I live with her to help her. We both work 2 jobs to make ends meet and the house is falling apart in some places, but we're barely getting by.

Joe has been living with our grandmother for the last few years, but she's selling her house and moving into an assisted living facility. Joe has known about this for 2 months, and called my mom in tears 2 days before they close on the house asking her for help. Him and Nina have nowhere to put their dog (a rottweiler). Him and Nina have nowhere to put their boat (that they never use and I have no idea why he still has). Him and Nina have nowhere to stay (he had 2 months to find somewhere???)

One of my hard rules when I moved in with my mom is that Joe and Nina not be allowed back in the house for many, many reasons. To name just a few:

Nina is the reason Joe lost his 4 children 6 years ago, and the reason he hasn't done anything to get them back. She failed a drug test while she was pregnant with another man's baby (yes, she cheated on Joe). The baby was taken away as soon as it was born, and she was court ordered to not be around Joe's children until she passed a hair follicle test. Joe brought her around his children. Their bio mom found out and took him to court. Joe lost them. Now he can't even begin the process of getting them back until he and Nina can pass a drug test. Our family has offered to pay for said drug tests, but Nina refuses. She says she doesn't do drugs anymore and could pass it, but she just doesn't want to deal with the kids. Joe is apparently fine with this.

Joe and Nina both have stolen from nearly everyone in our family. They were regularly stealing from my grandmother while they lived with her, all of our aunts and uncles and most of our cousins have cut contact with them because they steal from them at holidays and birthdays.

Nina is lazy as fuck and can't do anything for herself. She lays in bed all day while Joe works 2, sometimes 3 jobs to support their drug habit. She won't cook. She won't clean. If she wants something she SCREAMS for Joe to get it for her.

And probably most importantly: Joe and Nina have stayed here dozens of times before, and it has never ended well. They always say they're only gonna be here a week or 2, but it always turns into months. They always trash the house. They always steal from me and my mom. They always drink and do drugs in our house. Several times I've gotten into physical altercations with Nina when I find her snooping through my room. The last time they were here we found out Joe was prostituting Nina for drugs from our house. We found this out because the cops came looking for them, and told us our house was "a known drug house". When they left, they told the family they left because I was a drug addict who was stealing from THEM.

Now I'll admit: all of this happened years ago, pre 2020. Joe SAYS he and Nina are clean, but I've heard that before. Joe SAYS they just need a month or 2 to find a place to stay, but I've heard that before. Joe SAYS he and Nina are sorry for how they treated us in the past, but I've heard that before.

My mom is a bleeding heart softie and is ready to let Joe come back with open arms, but I put my foot down and told her if he moves in I move out, and she KNOWS he won't help like I do. She tearfully told my brother he can't stay here, and has since been moping about how he's still her son, how she can't believe I'd put her in this position, how no one will give Joe a chance to prove he's changed, etc etc. But I just feel like I HAVE given Joe dozens of chances, and it's not my fault he kept throwing them back in my face. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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wolfmoonmusic · 1 year

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Calloused Hearts - 5

Summary: Hiding feelings is hard...but apparently, not for Kaz.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Tidemaker!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of death

w/c: 1.k

A/N: This one is kinda short but it's like a build-up chapter for the main stuff.

<prev chapter

Chapter 5:

“How are we going to find him? He could be anywhere in Ketterdam. Anywhere,” Jesper said, worry in his voice as he paced the room.

“Jesper if you’re not quiet, you will be the one who goes missing next,” Kaz warned.

Once Jesper had revealed that Wylan was missing, the 3 of you had found the others and were currently in Wylan’s room.

Everyone was exhausted, and Jesper’s panic wasn’t helping anyone focus.

You sighed, “Kaz, calm down,” you said,turning your head to look at him. The relationship between the both of you had shifted significantly after your little moment in the office, and you found him standing not more than an arm’s distance away ever since.

He only gave you a blank stare, before resuming his inspection of the room. You looked to Jesper, ignoring everyone’s confused looks, and Nina’s amused one, as you gestured for him to follow you outside.

“What?” he asked the second you both were out.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for Wylan’s disappearance considering that Pekka was most probably counting on a trade off.

“If you think this is your fault, I can be the first to assure you, it’s not.”

“Yes it is. And you know it.”

Jesper sighed, looking down. You tried to meet his eyes, “Jes.”

“I won’t lie, Wylan was taken to be used against us for you, but it’s not because of you,” he responded, looking straight into your eyes, with his tired ones.

You couldn’t help but nod, knowing arguing wouldn’t change anything. He shook his head, “I need a drink,” he said before walking past you. You watched him leave, disappointment crawling up in your chest. He didn’t deserve this. None of them did.

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Kaz was a mess.

Would he ever admit it? No.

Last night had left him feeling so many emotions that he couldn’t process them. At this point, he didn’t know if he wanted to. He wasn’t sure of the outcome and he didn’t like anything he wasn’t sure of.

You were back. And as much as he had tried to convince himself that you weren’t the same person….you were. You were still Y/N L/N, his best friend. Especially after seeing you nearly flinch when Jesper had put his arm around your shoulder, he realized that he may not have been the only one that went through for 6 six years. Even Dirtyhands couldn’t stay mad at you after that.

And Jesper….he was gonna kill him.

You were Kaz’s.

And Jesper was hell bent on messing with that. At least, it seemed so.

Kaz didn’t know if you felt the same way he did. If your heart raced everytime he was close.

If he made all the demons seem more bearable.

The way you did for him.

And as if just thinking about you was enough to bring you forth, you were standing next to him, staring at Wylan’s empty bed.

“You think they did it here too?” you asked.

Anyone else would’ve thought you were trying to make light of the situation. But Kaz wasn’t anyone. Your tone was off, a sliver of fear and anger tucked away under the disguise of a joke.

He just turned to look at you, your tired eyes already on him. He lifted a single eyebrow, causing you to let out a small laugh, the raging emotions in him multiplying rapidly.

There was a tense silence after, both of you just staring at the empty room in front.

“Kaz-”

“We talked about this.”

“Kaz, what if he decides to kill Wylan if I’m not turned over? What then? Imagine Jesper’s state. Imagine everyone’s state,” you pleaded.

You were right. Kaz hated it.

Pekka wanted a trade off, and if he didn’t get one, the chances of him killing Wylan were high.

But he couldn’t trade you off. Not now. He’d just gotten you back. Just the thought of losing you again, and this time in the hands of the very man that had ruined his life, made Kaz want to murder him with his bare hands.

“No.”

“Kaz-”

“NO!” he yelled. “You don’t get it.”

“You would trade Wylan’s life for me?” you asked.

Kaz watched the fear and confusion in your eyes as the question hit him hard.

The truth? He would. Maybe not Wylan’s life, but he would definitely not stay this calm if it was you in his place. Because you were so much more to him than family. Without you there was no him. No Kaz. You were the only thing that made him Kaz Rietveld. You were the only thing that made him human.

But he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t admit how much you meant to him. Not then. Not now.

“No.”

And he swore he saw hurt flicker in your eyes.

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Nina was having the time of her life.

Was she upset about Wylan? Of course!

But whatever was going between you and Kaz was keeping her mind too preoccupied. She knew Jesper had all the details, but what kind of a person would she be if she asked him at a time like this.

She’d felt the rise in heartbeats. The little jumps whenever you both looked at each other.

She loved the slow burn romance of it all. But knowing what you both felt for each other and watching the obliviousness of it all…she swore she would have to end up nearly killing one of you to get the truth out.

She watched as you abruptly left Wylan’s room, running upstairs.

But most of all, she felt your fast, steady heartbeat.

You were up to something.

And it didn’t seem like something good.

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queenshelby · 9 months

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 23: THE LONDON DISASTER

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Smut

The following day, Cillian and Kit arrived in London while you had two scheduled lessons with Nina, on Friday and Saturday afternoon respectively.

For Kit being able to travel with Cillian on his own, this was a dream come true and, even though they had done this before, Cillian had never really been single when she had him all to herself and she knew that, even to Danielle, he was faithful.

Kit now saw her chance and, with their later than scheduled arrival on Friday evening, she ceased the opportunity to show him around her favourite parts of London.

“Where are we going exactly?” Cillian asked as they left the hotel after dropping their bags inside their respective rooms with a view to get a 4 o’clock start tomorrow for sunrise shoot at Montblanc.

“We are going to the best bar there is” Kit exclaimed causing Cillian to furrow his eyebrows.

“Now that is a pretty big call” he chuckled while following Kit to a fancy new area downtown which is where she showed him to an underground wine and craft beer cellar and, just as they walked inside, he could see that this was not your average kind of establishment.

He felt slightly awkward there as, pretty much everyone else, appeared to be on a date and he sure hoped that Kit did not feel as though this is inappropriate.

“Look at all these lovebirds though. I am sorry. I didn’t realise that it is this kind of place now. When I came here last, it was a little different” Kit lied, causing Cillian to chuckle.

“It’s fine honestly. The food looks good” he reassured her which is when she briefly brushed his lower arm with her ring and index finger and asked “so we should stay?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not” Cillian nodded before asking the waiter for a table and, of course, after they were seated in a somewhat secluded area, Kit ordered a bottle of wine to share for them which, ultimately, got them talking.

As such, Kit and Cillian talked for a while about work and then about Danielle, Cillian’s children and, eventually, even about you.

“I am sorry things did not work out for you and Y/N” Kit said just before she ordered another bottle of wine and some more food.

“It’s hardly your fault. Don’t worry” Cillian told her, causing her to gasp just as the waiter delivered another bottle and two fresh glasses. “But let’s change the topic, shall we?” Cillian then suggested which was something Kit was happy to do, bringing them both back to their respective careers and hobbies.

The conversation between Cillian and Kit thus turned to small talk at the most and, at around 9 o’clock that evening, they decided to return to the hotel to get some rest.

Unfortunatly for Kit though, Cillian still struggled to get you out of his head and, after having shared two bottles of wine with her, he mentioned you again on the way back to their hotel, telling his personal assistant how much he missed you and your company.

“Listen Cillian, she is really not worth it. She lied to you and she probably lied about more than just that one thing” Kit said while, eventually, Cillian and her approached the hotel they were staying at.

“I don’t know Kit. I doubt that. She’s not the type of person who makes up lies for the sake of it” Cillian explained while thinking about you still. He could not get you out of his head, but knew that he had to try.

“She lied about her age Cillian! It’s a pretty big deal and this most certainly makes her a liar. You are just too blind to see it” Kit told him gently while reaching for his hand with caution as they walked inside the building and approached the elevator.

“Maybe you are right” Cillian sighed after Kit turned to face him and, just as he did, Kit ran her hand over his in a comforting manner.

“I am right and you should listen to me for once. I have known you for many years, right?” she then winked before asking him whether he wanted to come upstairs to her room for a drink, which was an offer Cillian gladly accepted. He sure needed another glass of wine after all this and he knew that a little company certainly would not hurt either.

Just as he was about to follow her though he received a phone call from his son who was staying in Cork with his two cousins.

“Maybe tomorrow?” he thus said to Kit before taking the call, seeing that he had not spoken to his son for almost a week as he had just been on school camp as well.

The following evening…

The following evening, Kit and Cillian had hit a different bar following a lengthy day on set of Cillian’s newest Montblanc commercial as well as an extensive photoshoot and interview for their merch.

Seeing that Cillian did not enjoy this kind of work, he most certainly needed a drink and, since Kit chose the bar, the alcohol available for consumption there was not what Cillian would usually have chosen.

The bar was featuring an extensive list of cocktails and no beer which, to Cillian, seemed absurd but, for politeness sake, he pretended to enjoy Kit’s chosen location and, just like the evening before, they shared a small table and ordered some food.

“Just enjoy tonight and let your hair down for a bit” Kit encouraged him as she ordered them one cocktail after another and cocktails were certainly not something Cillian was used to, resulting in the liquor of them to go straight to his head.

“I am. Seriously. This isn’t bad. I am loosening up” Cillian chuckled after his third mojito, knowing very well that, come tomorrow, he would be hungover, especially considering the lack of food he had consumed that day.

“Do you want to dance?” Kit then asked, causing Cillian to shake his head.

“No fucking way, but you go right ahead if you like” he suggested but Kit gave it another ten or fifteen minutes of conversation and drinking before, eventually, she dragged Cillian to the side of the dancefloor.

“I am not dancing” he reminded Kit while being up to his fourth drink now, thinking about how he would not normally end up in a place like this as, suddenly, Latin American music began to play and a DJ entered the stage, making Cillian feel a little out of place.

“Come on. Pretty please. Dance with me” Kit begged him, clearly having had too much to drink herself, but still Cillian shook his head.

“Nah, I will stay right here and observe” he chuckled as, indeed, that was what he did while thinking about you again.

Unlike most of these people on the dancefloor right now, you were an incredible dancer and he recalled that time, at the cottage, where he had put on a song by Santana and you performed for him. The performance itself was intoxicating, passionate and sexy. It was perfection and, he could not even recall how, in the end, you ended up without wearing any clothes and on his lap.

The thought of this night made him chuckle and it was this thought he quickly snapped out of when Kit made him hold her drink, thereby spilling half over his shirt.

“Shit sorry Cillian” she giggled a little too intoxicated while Cillian furrowed his eyebrows.

"You don’t usually drink much, do you?" he joked and Kit shook her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Not cocktails, no” she told Cillian as her lips were red and swollen, as if she had been chewing on them.

“Then why did you choose this place?” Cillian laughed as he was half distracted by staring at her lips, which was certainly a feature of his personal assistant he had not noticed before.

“Well, I have heard good things about it. Despite, I wanted to get you drunk” she responded as she approached her employer carefully. Her voice was breathy now, her chest rising and falling just inches from this handsome man.

“Why?” Cillian laughed, seeing that, clearly, she was making a joke he did not get.

“So that you would finally relax and stop thinking about this cow, who made you nothing but miserable for the last few months” Kit announced before she closed the last inch of air in between them and felt Cillian jump at the contact.

“I think we need to get you to bed, Kit” he said carefully just as his eyes dropped to Kit’s mouth again before, slowly, she leaned in, her lips just millimetres from his now.

“You need to get me to bed?” she then teased just after Cillian pulled away from her and, without giving it too much thought, he finished his drink in one go before glancing at his personal assistant once more. There was something strange about her that night and it was not just the three cocktails she had consumed.

“I think we had a long day Kit. Let’s get some rest” Cillian thus said once more and Kit touched his forearm again gently before nodding.

“Okay. Let’s get some rest” she said with a smile just as her fingers traced over Cillian’s skin before, finally, she made her move and leaned forward again, this time to taste the remnants of the liquor from his lips.

Kit’s actions caught Cillian by surprise but, for some reason unknown to him, he gave into the kiss. It felt good and somewhat unexpected, creating some arousal from within him until, eventually, he pulled away.

“I am sorry” he murmured, unsure about what had just happened but Kit, herself, did not seem to be bothered at all.

“Do you want to get out of here and take this to your room?” she asked and, seeing that the hotel was less than two blocks from the bar, Cillian did not have much time to think about what to do next.

“That would be a terrible idea” he said quickly nonetheless, causing Kit to sigh.

"Oh god, I meant for another drink Cillian. Come on” Kit lied and, since her intentions were not clear to him, Cillian reluctantly agreed.

“Alright. A drink sounds good” he thus said before following her onto the street.

Ten minutes later…

It took Cillian three swipes of the keycard to get the door of his hotel room to unlock and, each time, in his somewhat drunken state, he wondered whether this was a good idea all while reminding himself that Kit was just coming in for a drink.

Thus, in the end, he decided “why the fuck not” and stepped in to his room, with Kit following him. Somewhat tipsily, he threw his jacket on one of the two double beds, which, by that point, was already piling up with discarded clothes and his luggage.

Cillian then turned to ask Kit if they should open one of the bottles of wine from the minibar, but was stopped in his tracks.

‘What are doing?’ he asked somewhat confused as Kit must have blatantly started unzipping her dress while he was still struggling with the door just moments ago, because she was already stepping out of it and walking towards him from the entryway.

“I am finally taking my chances Cillian” Kit told him as she stepped into the light. She was wearing a sheer, lacy blue bra that hinted at her nipples, especially as they pushed against the fabric in the cold room. Her panties matched, barely concealing the dark triangle of hair below her waist, or the lips being hugged by the almost transparent fabric.

“No, we can’t possibly…” Cillian tried to say but was immediately cut off by his assistant’s actions when she stepped forward and kissed him gently while cupping his face in her left hand.

"It’s just sex Cillian. It doesn’t mean anything” she then murmured against his lips which still tasted like the remnants of the liquor he had consumed. “We are both single. You are travelling a lot soon and I have to come with you anyway. We may as well make the most of it” she then tried to argue while Cillian sighed deeply after having broken the kiss.

“It will change things and I don’t want to lose a brilliant PA” Cillian told her while trying to clear his head.

“The fact that we kissed, at the bar, already changes things. Despite, I can tell that you want it too” Kit told him in response while reaching for his crotch and, even though Cillian behaved somewhat passively, she could feel his erection pushing against his pants as she ran her hand over the bulge.

"Come on Cillian” Kit then grinned before she kissed him again and this time it was a frantic, needing kiss, to which Cillian responded.

“Fuck it, why not” Cillian groaned just as Kit pulled him by the neck into her, and he followed, pushing her against the dresser, then sliding along the furniture until she was leaned against the desk. There was no moving slow this time. Cillian ran his finger across her panties and found them already moist and Kit moaned into his kisses when his finger passed her clit. She wiggled her hips as Cillian found the waist of her panties and pulled them off in one motion.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked and Kit nodded.

“Very sure and, to tell you the truth, I have been wanting this for a while, even when you were still married to Danielle” Kit told Cillian as, drunkenly, he kissed down her neck, pausing briefly on her lace-covered breasts before given them his full attention.

His attention span, however, was not as long as it usually was, considering the tipsy state he was in and, with that, he moved back up towards her neck and then her lips which is when Kit kissed him again fiercely.

“You are a good kisser” she then told him as she caught her breath and made quick work of the buttons of his shit.

“So are you” Cillian barely managed to say as, quickly, Kit undid his belt and pulled his pants and brief off in one motion, standing as she went. The last thing she wanted was for him to change his mind and, as soon as his cock sprang free, her hands were on it immediately.

“God, I want you to fuck me so badly” Kit moaned as she pushed him back towards the bed, guiding his tip between her legs, and rubbing it against still wet opening.

“Fuck, Kit, slow down” Cillian groaned as she threw him back so he was sitting on the bed, and reached up to finally remove her bra.

“Sorry, I can’t help it. I just fucking want you Cillian” she teased as she dropped her bra to the floor and Cillian finally pulled her towards him, his hand finding one breast, his mouth the other, sucking the already erect nipple gently before circling it with his tongue.

“Hmm, that feels nice” Kit moaned as Cillian toyed with her breasts and, just as she started to grind herself against him, she grabbed his cock and guided it inside.

"Wait... wait." Cillian managed to say and pushed her back gently.

"What's wrong?" Kit asked, disappointed.

"Nothing... just…." Cillian leaned forward to retrieve a condom from the wallet he had kept in the pocket of his jeans.

"What a gentleman" Kit smirked as she snatched the condom from his hand and teared it open with her teeth.

“Always” Cillian chuckled while he scooted back to lean on the pillows as Kit flipped the condom right way up in her hand. She then climbed on the bed and grabbed Cillian's cock in one hand before, without warning, taking him in to her mouth.

“Fuck, that feels good” Cillian groaned as she bobbed her head a few times before, eventually, Kit let his cock fall out of her mouth with a pop and then rolled the condom over him.

“Now, I finally get what I have been aching for” she then winked as, again, she took him in her hand and guided him inside of her.

This time though, he didn't stop her as Cillian finally entered her.

"Fuck” they both moaned in unison as Kit began driving her hips up and down, pausing to grind on him for a few moments before bouncing up again. Cillian had his hands on her ass, grabbing her cheeks hard and helping guide her movements. He put his head between her breasts, taking in the smell of her perfume, then kissing and sucking on every inch he could reach as she moved.

She continued grinding on him, her hands above him, grasping the headboard for leverage. Cillian bucked his hips in time with her, which only seemed to make her move faster. He was still a little tipsy but his head was clear enough to know what he was doing. For some reason he wanted this or maybe he just needed the distraction, knowing that you too were distraction yourself with someone else.

"Oh, god yes” Kit's moans were getting higher and longer with every movement, but Cillian remained largely silent, trying to focus on her rather than you. He did not enjoy this as much as he thought he would and Kit soon realised that something was not quite right.

Thus, she let go of the headboard, leaning back on one arm for support while still moving her hips across his body.

“Look at me Cillian. Look at how fucking good your cock makes me feel” Kit told him as she brought her hand to his mouth and toyed with it.

This, in turn, spurred him on a little again and he sucked it gently before moving her hand down to their thrusting hips.

“Fuck, I like you riding me. It feels good” he then groaned before thrusting into her as well, meeting her motions for the next ten minutes until, eventually, he realised that this was not going to end the way he had expected.

“I am close” he thus lied and, seeing that she was holding back on her own release, he thought that this was a good way of ending it. He had faked an orgasm before so, no doubt, he could do it again.

“So am I” Kit told him in response, finally letting go of her inhibitions as, soon, her climax started to build. She kept eye contact the entire time and smiled when her own hand reached her clit. She started working her finger around it, her moans getting louder as Cillian moved his hips faster and faster, slapping their bodies together as the springs beneath squeaked and groaned.

"I'm going to cum. Fuck” Kit almost whispered, catching her breath before she screamed in pleasure again. Her hands moved quickly along her clit. Her body shook and twitched and then she convulsed around his still thrusting cock.

“Fuck” Cillian cursed as he pretended to be close as well just as Kit collapsed on his chest, panting. She kissed his pecks once, then rolled of him abruptly, her chest heaving.

“What are you doing?” he asked abruptly, not having expected her sudden movement.

“I'm not going to let you cum in that thing” Kit said while rolling the condom of his cock, causing Cillian to let out a deep sigh.

“Listen, I don’t have to cum. We both had a lot to drink and…” Cillian began to say to her politely, but Kit had already began working his cock in her hand, giggling when he almost rolled off the bed as she stroked his sensitive head. Her grip was a little too firm but he tried to gain pleasure from it nonetheless.

“Close your eyes and relax. I really want to taste your cum” Kit told him as she rolled back on top of him and took his cock into her mouth and thereby finally eliciting a groan from him as he complied with her request and leaned back.

He closed his eyes while Kit licked him from base to tip, while still working him with her hand.

“That’s it. Keep doing that” he then said as she sucked him all in. His cock was throbbing now but he still wasn’t sure whether he could cum from her ministrations unless, of course, he thought about something else.

Thus, with some guilt in the back of his mind, he decided to think about you. He imagined you being the one pleasuring him and, even though it did quite feel the same, this method worked.

‘Fuck. Your mouth feels good’ Cillian thus groaned as Kit kept at it, working his shaft with one hand and massaging his balls with the other before sucking him for several minutes, by which point Cillian had his hands on her head, guiding his cock in and out of her mouth.

‘I can tell you are enjoying this and, no doubt, you will enjoy watching me swallow too’ Kit then teased before resuming her actions and this, in itself, spurred Cillian on, imaging you with his cock in your mouth, swallowing his cum.

‘Yeah, I think I will’ he thus groaned as he tightened the grip he had on the back of Kit’s head, guiding her otherwise frantic movements.

With that, Cillian’s groans were getting louder and Kit moaned softly against him, slurping loudly as she moved, letting his cock hit or lightly ease into her throat every time she sank down. She gave him long strides, really making sure all of his cock was getting some form of attention which, seemingly, worked wonders.

‘Fuck’ Cillian murmured, starting to squirm. ‘I am close’ he then groaned and Kit was becoming curious about what his cum would taste like. It was a question she had asked herself for a while now and so that she did not have to wait to find out much longer, she ramped up the speed and milked his cock faster.

With his eyes closed, Cillian’s hand found its way back to Kit’s head, his fingers getting locked in her hair as he got closer and closer until finally, he started to cum.

‘Y/N, fuck…’ he groaned again as his hips twitched upwards, trying to get deeper into Kit’s mouth as he filled it with his load and, much to Kit’s surprise, his cum was thick and sweet, coating her tongue and making her drool as she collected it all in her mouth.

Then, finally, he released the grip on her head and pulled away from Kit while she rose up and opened her mouth, moving her cum covered tongue around seductively before closing her mouth again and swallowing it all.

‘Fuck, I didn’t expect that” Cillian huffed out before pulling Kit up and towards him.

‘Okay, I will take that as a compliment and I will also forget about the fact that you said this cow’s name while I was down there, giving you pleasure” Kit said before getting up abruptly in order to clean herself up and, even before Cillian had a chance to apologise to her, his phone rang on Facetime.

Since Kit had disappeared in the bathroom, he took the call after covering up his naked body with the sheets.

“Jesus man, are you in bed already?” Dermont asked, seeing that it was not even 10 o’clock and, even before being able to answer him, Dermont started to curse as Kit appeared in the background, naked, looking for her underwear.

“You fucking idiot!” he said while Cillian looked at his friend with great embarrassment written all over his face.

“Hey Dermont! I trust this stays between us, yeah…” Kit blurted out while waving at him from the far just after she quickly covered herself up with one of the large towels from Cillian’s bedroom.

“It will, trust me Kit! It will!” Dermont said while looking sternly at his friend, shaking his head in disbelieve. “What the fuck man…” he then cursed as Kit had disappeared into the bathroom before telling Cillian the reason for his call.

“Is Nina alright?” Cillian finally got around to asking, causing Dermont to shake his head.

“No, actually. That’s why I am calling. You need to come home I think” Dermont told his friend, causing Cillian to panic.

“What’s wrong?” he thus asked right away and Dermont explained to him that Nina had to provide first aid to you as you had collapsed during her one-on-one session with her. You were now in hospital, undergoing surgery while Nina struggled to come to terms with what happened.

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felizusnavidad · 2 months

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maybe there's more context but i noticed a lot of the time, public criticism for projects lands really heavily on lmm's shoulders. the reason why i'm saying this is because i binged his projects and its reception. apparently, when in the heights 2021 came out, there was a lot of discourse about the lack of afro-latino representation in the movie: this itself is completely justifiable and good. we shouldn't be scared to critique and start conversations about media. but i was a bit confused because all of the blame was put on lin and not the director? maybe you can provide more context here: i know he's the show's original creator and is famous, so he's reasonably gonna get more scrutiny; and he did have a role as a producer, but he talked about how they tried to take out the piragua guy, etc. so i assumed he didn't have full control, and usually, the director is the main focus, no?

and of course that period where people hated the song in the little mermaid and the movie being eh was his fault, and even the bad songs in wish somehow being his fault (despite him not being part of that lmao). i'm an international fan that recently listened to in the heights and was really impressed, so i wasn't aware of all of this.

and then the projects of his that were well received seem to have this begrudging energy. people liking tick tick boom (which he directed) but heaping the praise on andrew garfield (who deserves it!!) and not any for lin? like wtf i thought y'all love to make him the sole focus of critique.

these are just my impressions based on some heavy online surfing, and i wanted to ask your opinion!

i actually agree with everything you said here, anon.

let's start with in the heights (2021). i don't know if you're one of my mutuals, but if you are, you probably know already that i am not afraid of criticizing the movie. maybe not because of the lack of representation (i am a white woman so i feel like it's not my place to say anything about this but i totally understand why others can feel excluded), i have other issues with it tho. but, as far as i can tell, lin was not responsible for the casting & yet he was the one who apologized. so they basically said they were talking about casting afro-latinos but they ended up with actors who were just perfect for the roles in their opinion (also, leslie grace, the actress who plays nina, is, in fact, afro-latina). & yes, they were trying to get rid of piragua guy, mostly because they couldn't find anyone who could play him & they asked lin if he could do it (he wasn't supposed to be in the movie AT ALL & he only agreed cause he wanted to save piragua guy). so yes, they put all the blame on lin but those were not exactly his choices. also, speaking of lack of representation, did we already forget about what he did for people of color on broadway? cause i saw so many people calling him racist & it's just... are you sure we are talking about the same guy?

about the scuttlebutt, i have so many things to say. well, first of all, lin was only responsible for like, three songs in the little mermaid? wild uncharted waters & for the first time? damn, those songs are really good & i know most people agree. but there's also the scuttlebutt. so the hate comes mostly from people who hate awkwafina & her voice in general, they find it annoying. well, guess what: this song was supposed to be annoying. maybe it's hard to say when you just listen to it without any context, but damn, just watch the movie & then it makes a lot of sense. second of all: the main audience? kids. & as far as i can tell, the kids absolutely loved it. not every song has to be a masterpiece, some songs are JUST FOR FUN, let's not forget about that. i know a lot of people also complain because it's rap, well guess what, this is lmm we are talking about so what did you expect? it's just his thing, it doesn't have to be everyone's cup of tea, but damn, it's not gonna change just because some people don't like it, deal with it.

speaking of tick tick boom, i absolutely loved the movie & i agree, andrew garfield was incredible, but yes, i haven't seen anyone talking about lin, like??? he literally directed it. i saw one comment on polish website tho that goes like "lin manuel miranda, keep this name in mind cause he's gonna be huge one day" & i was like oh boy, i have news for you... (i'm sorry i hate my country so fucking much).

i'm not even gonna say anything about disney's wish because there's no point. he had nothing to do with it, absolutely nothing, & people still blame him... this is just ridiculous. come on.

i saw a twitter thread some time ago where someone was trying to prove that lin is a bad person in general & honestly, spending so much time online just to prove that someone is problematic is insane to me. go touch some fucking grass instead of being a hater.

honestly, i wish i knew why people hate him so much, yes, i know he is not perfect & he made some mistakes in the past (he even apologized for some of them) but there are so many celebrities who are much more problematic & yet they will hate on lin & try to paint him as evil. i will never understand this.

#sorry i didn't mean to write the entire essay lol #but here we are #also i apologize if it's too chaotic #i obviously don't know everything & i have my own opinions but you know #i feel like people really hate him just for fun #which is no fun for me #lin manuel miranda #lmm #anon #i saved every letter you wrote me*

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OK OK, Finish the feed and plug the thing

Been distracted by current events and guilty for lack of productivity, but you're not gonna look at it if I don't keep bothering you!

You clicked this yet?

YOU WILL! Oh-ho, yes. The water shall inevitably wear away the stone! Or you'll slip up while trying to scroll on your phone. I'll take either! Noooo, don't just close it out! It has found families and cool magic-punk shit and politics.... WAIT! COME BACK! I'M SORRY I MENTIONED THE POLITICS!

Known Readers: 3 (hi!), 1st Goalpost: 10

Known supporters: Still not asking but I'm gonna come back with another six pack next week. I'm too impatient to wait indefinitely for my vision and illustrating ability to stabilize.

And you get a sample, under the cut! Let's see, what am I feeling proud of today...?

[How about something from Meet the Roll-A-Dance, my narrative-form cast intro. You can meet most of the main characters this way! And see how they play Steampunk DDR!]

“All right,” Hyacinth said, stepping onto the dance pad. “I’m not going to be good at it, but I know how to do it, so I’m going first. You all have to play,” she informed them, pointing a finger. “Except maybe Mordecai.”

Mordecai snorted and folded his arms across his chest. “What, because I’m old?”

“Because you don’t breathe very well and I’m afraid it might kill you. But yes, also, you are old.”

“You’re not exactly young, Hyacinth.”

“No, but I have regular meat lungs that work better than yours.”

“And whose fault is that?” he cried.

She tipped up her nose. “Furthermore, I am more than willing to humiliate myself to have a good time — which is not required, but helps.”

There were a few snickers from the group of them, Sanaam and the kids especially.

“Okay!” she said. “Don’t stand on the frame. Stand on the buttons, the left and right buttons. When two arrows come up at once, you have to jump and hit both. You need to hit the arrows when they come up to the line. They follow the music. This looks like a newer machine, so they’ll probably light up and disappear. Songs are here, difficulty is here.” She left it on Normal, her pride would not allow her to dial it back to Easy. She had played these things before, damn it. “I think that’s all, but it’s been a while since I’ve played. If I remember anything else, I’ll say it.”

She selected “Nina, Pretty Ballerina.” A simple tune of five notes played as a metal arm bearing a thick scroll of paper slid into the gaping space at eye-level and spooled from bottom to top. A thin gold wire across the top of the page flickered to light.

Nina, Pretty Ballerina — ABBA was printed at the top of the scroll. The paper began to roll. One of the boxes lit up with a ping. Sing Along! it advised.

“You are forbidden from singing along,” Hyacinth said quickly. She was trying to remember the damn thing after maybe thirty years. She did not require vocal accompaniment, especially a goofy-ass song like “Nina, Pretty Ballerina.”

There were rectangular punches on the scroll, lyrics, and arrows. When the punches reached the top, the band organ cranked up and cheerfully began to play. There were drums, whistles, a xylophone and the organ itself available, as well as various sound effects, such as the boo and a cheer. The arrows were magicked and they glowed. When they reached the gold line, they flashed and vanished.

Oh, my damn dress, Hyacinth thought, as she landed two steps and flubbed a third. It wasn’t as bad as some of the numbers David had put her in, but it was ankle length and it interfered when she picked up her feet. She hitched up the skirt in both hands, then rolled it into her left and held it against one hip.

Boo! the machine admonished her, regardless, blinking the sign.

“You hear it?” she said breathlessly, grinning.

Sanaam was grinning back at her, he nodded. Milo was rocking back and forth with a vague smile; he liked the music. Lucy was dancing in place with a big smile; she liked it too. Maggie and Calliope were watching the scroll, Erik was watching her feet. The General had her arms folded and was examining the ceiling.

Mordecai said, “It’s deliberately annoying.” He winced as she missed another step. “And flat.”

“I told you!” she cried. The Boo! sign was blinking regularly now, warning her against further errors. Aw, come on, she thought. Let me finish! I’ve almost got it!

Boo! The sign lit up solid. The roll spooled rapidly to the top and ejected.

“Crap!”

She got a smattering of applause. Mordecai and the General abstained. Lucy was particularly enthused. “Play it again!” she demanded.

Hyacinth bowed. She shook her head and threw down the skirt of her dress. “I’ve had my turn. Someone else try.”

“I wanna!” Lucy cried, lifting a hand.

“Well, you might be a little short for it, but okay…” Hyacinth read off the songs for her.

“‘Butterfly’!” said Lucy. “I want that one!”

Hyacinth punched it in. “B… 6…”

Lucy had absorbed that you needed to push the buttons and look at the arrows. Everything else had gone over her head. She also did not seem to notice that the machine was chastising her. She smiled the whole time. Calliope also smiled the whole time. Everyone else winced. The machine gave her twenty seconds of missing every single step before it ejected the roll.

“Aw, it’s so fast,” she complained. “Can I go again?”

“Everyone gets one song,” Hyacinth said, helping her down. “To start. You can have another later if you like.”

“Okay…”

Milo had a go next. He wasn’t familiar with most of the songs, but he did like that first one. He selected “Intermezzo No. 1.” It was by the same group. Also, it had a number in it. The scroll slid into place. Sing Along! did not light up for this particular piece.

He stood on the left and right arrows and considered the scroll.

That’s a little stiff. It needs oil.

So, what am I looking at here?

The punches were for the band organ. Vertical axis for timing, horizontal for which note and which instrument. Simple enough. But some of the punches weren’t playing.

Is that supposed to happen? Did I screw up?

“Milo, you’re supposed to hit the arrows,” Hyacinth said.

Milo frowned. This music was unpleasant.

Oh, wait, I see. The punches it plays are contingent upon the arrows. If the arrows are entered incorrectly, then this set of punches engages. Correct entry plays a completely different set.

“Was he not here when I explained about the arrows?” Hyacinth muttered aside.

It’s meant to be unpleasant. The arrows are…

The scroll spooled and ejected.

Excuse me, I was looking at that!

Milo selected “Intermezzo No. 1” again. The scroll slid into place and began to roll.

Okay. I get it now. This is all code. The punches are code for the machine and the arrows are code for me. We’re supposed to compliment each other. It’s playing the music so I have an auditory cue for when to enter my part.

“Mordecai, do you think he’s hypnotized or something?” Hyacinth said.

If I enter my code properly, it will reward me with nice music. Let’s see, that means jump, and that means turn in a circle. Ah! And the arrows with trails on them are sustained. This is easy! I don’t have nearly as much to do as the machine!

The scroll spooled and ejected.

Milo selected “Intermezzo No. 1” again.

“Auntie Hyacinth, he’s had three plays,” Lucy said.

“He’s not playing,” Hyacinth replied.

Milo started to play. For the first little bit, he kept glancing down at his feet, but that threw off his timing so he quit it. The buttons were pretty darn big, anyway. It was supposed to be easy for him. It was a game. He landed his first jump partway on one of the spaces between the buttons and frowned at himself. He was disappointing the machine. He pulled back his shoulders and tried to be a little more machine-like himself.

Up. Down. Left. Right. Eighth note. Quarter note. Oh! The different beats are different colours! This is so simple. It’s telling me everything I need to know.

Except where the buttons were, but if he metered his motions and paid attention, they were no trouble either.

“Holy shit, he’s good at it,” Hyacinth said softly. This wasn’t a thing you were meant to be good at. You were meant to be sort of mediocre at it and just frustrated enough to keep feeding it coins.

The cheer engaged.

Hey! All right! Best possible code version!

What a nice machine. With all the information and the feedback, it was like it was holding your hand the whole time. He nailed the rest of the song, despite the code’s occasional playful attempts to get him tangled in his own feet.

When the roll ejected, it applauded him.

So did his friends.

He smiled.

That was really fun! I like doing code! Why am I tired?

He had just been pushing buttons the whole time. They weren’t even that far apart.

It’s rather fast, Milo.

He subtly shook his head. Ann, I work on an assembly line. Don’t talk to me about fast.

Calliope took his hand to help him down and she wrapped both arms around his waist. “That was really cute,” she told him. She planted a light kiss on his cheek.

He gazed longingly at the machine. Aw, I want to go again.

But, maybe breathe first. Maybe breathe for a while, actually.

Maggie wanted to hear “Butterfly” as it was meant to be played – not in punishment mode. She commandeered the pad next and selected the song. She was good enough to keep it from ejecting immediately, but she still lit up the Boo! sign at regular intervals. It did not help that Milo kept leaning in, pointing at the scroll, and saying NO LOOK NO LOOK, like she didn’t get she was supposed to be doing the steps on the scroll.

“I see it, Milo!” she snapped finally, and that got him to back off. She got through the song, but the machine was not overly impressed with her. It did not applaud. Yeah, well, screw you too. She offered it a sign of her own.

“Magnificent!” the General cried.

“What?” said Maggie. “What do you want me to do? Apologize to it?”

“Apologize to Lucy and Calliope!”

Maggie sighed. She dropped a sarcastic curtsy, with her fingers plucking empty air above her trousers. “I am so sorry Miss Otis and Miss Otis. I will warn you the next time I intend to be rude so that you may avert your sensitive eyes.”

“S’all right,” Calliope said.

“Huh?” Lucy said.

“That thing is a bad influence,” the General muttered.

Grinning and nodding, Hyacinth replied, “It’s meant to be!”

[You can, of course, read the whole thing at the site and meet everyone!]

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lilisouless · 1 year

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Inej: alright, there is just room for one on the carriage, the rest of you will have to wait until we come back with more

Kaz: You have to take me, it´s a matter of time before Genya Safin notices i stole Santka Alina´s portra-you already decided not to pick me, right?

Inej: yes

Kaz: Fair

Jesper: Inej, i am skinny and Wylan is small, you can take us both

Inej: Who is after you?

Wylan: It was Jesper´s fault! We were talking to the queen and she said "i like to be on top of things" and then Jesper (after i begged not to do it) pointed at the king and said "Except on him"-

Jesper: Then she frowned which made Wylan freak out and drop a smoke curtain, except if was actually a painting bomb and it ruined King Nikolai´s new suit. Beat that guys

Nina: I surely will, Inej you have to take me; i ate the biscuits of a basquet thinking they were free samples and turns out those were a gift Leoni did for Adrik

Jesper: How is that worse than our thing?

Nina: Because Wylan and you may die gunned down by the king or eaten by a dragon, but me? Adrik is going to scold me until i die out of boredom, thats thousands way worse

Hanne: Also there is the thing that she singed me to create a distraction and i panicked and trew out the king´s birthday cake to give Nina time to run , but i can wait

Kuwei: just take anyone , but get out of my closet! (you better pay me for not ratting all of you out)

Matthias: Well, if we are going for who screwed it up the most, it was probably me for thinking i could go to the bathroom for three minutes with no consequences of letting you unsupervised

#six of crows shitpost #grishaverse shitpost #sab shitpost #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #nina zenik #jesper fahey #matthias helvar #wylan van eck #kuwei yul bo #hanne brum #sab netflix #six of crows #crooked kingdom #king of scars

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morrigan-sims · 8 months

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Bold the Facts Tag

I was tagged by @lilypixels! Thank you, Ash!

The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

I'm going to do this for my girl Fallon, because I miss her. (If I get tagged again, I'll do someone else. Probably Rook or Sola, asdjasd.)

[ PERSONAL]

$ Financial: wealthy (she is literally the Queen) / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other (royalty)

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other (educated, but specifically for the job of being Queen. So a very nonstandard education, even for her world.)

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no (I would hope not!) / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children (well, she wants one, eventually)

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent (much closer with her mother, as Wymond wasn't really involved in raising her.) / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between (likes being around people, but also tends to push them away.)

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between (outwardly calm, but has more worries internally.)

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between (generally agreeable, but is also very stubborn.)

♦ cautious (particularly when it comes to her kingdom) / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic/ in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working (to the point of harming herself, at times) / lazy / in between

♦ cultured /uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal (to a fault) / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / Spiritual *its complicated (fantasy setting with only vaguely developed religion.)

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious / N/A

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / in between

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced (relatively) /curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none (despite Nina's attempt...)

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent (you'd be surprised how much of running a kingdom depends on reading and writing.) / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently (wine is served with just about every meal. but she never drinks to the point of being intoxicated.) / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes/ frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication /some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes (but never with the kingdom's money) / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

I tag @seaslugsims @literalite (because you wanted to do another character) @panicsimss and also make this an open tag!

#morrigan.txt #tag game #bold the facts #bold the facts tag #rtq: Fallon

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kazscrows · 1 year

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Six of Crows Reread 🪶

Chapter 25: Inej

Six levels to climb in the dark with her hands slippery from sweat and the fires of hell burning below, with the rope weighing her down and no net to catch her. Climb, Inej.

Inej is, dare I say it once again, absolutely incredible

The way I probably squealed reading that she put Kaz’s gloves on the first time that I read this book

…she felt curiously guilty as she slid the supple black leather over her hands, as if she had crept into his rooms without his permission, read his letters, lain down in his bed.

The gloves were unlined, with the slenderest slashes hidden in the fingertips. For sleight of hand, she realised, so that he can keep contact with coins or cards or finesse the workings of a lock. Touch without touch.

Touch without touch

I really love the Inej notice and then realized what the small slits in the fingertips were for

Her and Kaz understand one another

But again her wearing Kaz’s gloves is just ajgaghfdgh

It’s almost like he’s holding her hand-

He’s right there with her in the shaft

Protecting her

Oh gosh they must be so big on her though

Inej is so strong though

She’s climbing six levels with seventy pounds of rope and she’s doing it free hand?? Like???

Daaaaang—

Climb, Inej

I hate that her shoes start to melt

It must’ve hurt so badly

Seeing what was happening had somehow made it worse, as if the rubber was fusing with her flesh.

Because it basically is!!

That’s gross and probably hurts so badly!!

They were all going to die – Kaz, Nina, Jesper, Matthias, Wylan – and it was her fault.

No. No, it wasn’t.

She hefted herself up another foot – Kaz brought us here – and then another. She forced herself to find the next hold. Kaz and his greed. She didn’t feel guilty. She wasn’t sorry. She was just mad. Mad at Kaz for attempting this insane job, furious with herself for agreeing to it.

And why had she? To pay off her debt? Or because despite all good sense and better intentions, she’d let herself feel something for the bastard of the Barrel?

Yeah definitely blame this harebrained idea on Kaz

He’s got quite a way to make people believe in him though, doesn’t he?

I had forgotten that Inej tried to escape the Menagerie

I just want to protect Inej at all costs-

“Is Inej Ghafa your real name?”

A strange sound escaped Inej’s throat, part sob, part laugh, a weak, embarrassing sound, but it had been months since she’d heard her own name, her family name. “Yes,” she managed.

Don’t mind me just sobbing on the floor

She won’t be called little Lynx anymore

Reduced to something no better than a animal

Nope

Hate Heleen

I’m kind if surprised she didn’t refer to her this way in the show though? Like at one point Heleen calls her “little bird” or something, but not little Lynx

No but I love the Kaz won’t let her say he bought her. It’s always that Per Haskell is paying off her indenture

It’s important to him that she never feels like she belongs to them

What happened to Per Haskell btw? They just didn’t include him in the show??

He’s kind of important… smh..

Maybe he’ll show up in S2

Anyways so basically Per Haskell is just loaning her money to pay off her indenture

She asks if it’s a trick but of course it’s not

The shadow of something dark moved across Kaz’s face. “If it were a trick, I’d promise you safety. I’d offer you happiness. I don’t know if that exists in the Barrel, but you’ll find none of it with me.”

A fake loan and offer of happiness is what got Jordie and Kaz Rietveld killed

Buuut… she might find happiness with you… someday-

It was as if once Kaz had seen her, he’d understood how to keep seeing her.

I love this quote

Kaz sees her. The real her

He told her she could be dangerous and he was right

She likes that she can be dangerous

I like to think that Inej’s parents receive her back lovingly without any judgement

Climb, Inej

This exact thought echoed three times in her head in chapter 12 too

She’s about to give up and let go-

But then…

Rain

It felt like a blessing, though she knew Kaz would just call it weather.

It’s okay to not think the same way as Kaz

I think it’s really beautiful that Inej never loses faith in her Saints and that she thanks them for the rain

I want to call that storm, she thought. And four million kruge might be enough to do it. Enough for her own ship – something small and fierce and laden with firepower. Something like her. She would hunt the slavers and their buyers. They would learn to fear her, and they would know her by her name. The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

She was not a lynx or a spider or even the Wraith. She was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above.

So she climbed

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#six of crows #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #kanej #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan van eck #Matthias helvar #grishaverse #shadow and bone #leigh bardugo #reading #books #chapter review #kazscrows #kazscrowsreadssoc

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helshollowhalls · 3 months

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Personal Rant about the current situation

I fucking hate it here. Not Depressed Nousagi remarking that the inclusion of Millie's and Enna's info in the document from Selen's lawyer might be hinting towards them being the bullies.

Obviously, I don't know Millie in person. And it's probably better that way to be completely real for a second.

But I only have four oshis - Zentreya, Vesper, Fulgur and Millie and Millie is my kamioshi.

Vesper graduated/presumably didn't sign another contract with Cover (that's fine he's still active online so idc), Fulgur and Millie are in Niji (which currently is the equivalent of having a fucking bomb chained to your damn foot) and Zen... Zen is the only one doing okay apart from probably being really sad and shaken by Yunii's upcoming graduation.

I just... I have trouble imagining Millie bullying anyone. From all that I have seen of her, she's such a kind and well-meaning person. I get the impression that she'd rather saw off her own arm than consciously hurt anyone else. A little bit unhinged sometimes and definitely in need of a good therapist, yes, but aren't we all?

Imagining Enna or Finana bullying someone? I hate to say it but not outside the realm of possibilities. But Millie? Please say sike.

I speak from personal experience that it's so easy to slip into becoming a bully once you're being bullied yourself... and judging from Millie talking about her childhood and experiences in school she definitely didn't get off the hook without any damages and scars, but I choose to believe that she's better than me in that regard. And if it turns out to be wrong, well then it's my fault for being a fucking dumbass and assuming things about people on the internet.

I don't even know what she would gain from bullying Selen. Favor with management? What's the point. Ethyria is the unloved and sidelined middle child of the family and Niji doesn't give a damn. LazuLight is the first wave, Obsydia had Selen, Ethyria... Exists... And then immediately there's the cash cow of the English branch, Luxiem.

Luxiem is the favorite child, LazuLight the first one so they get a little more attention and before Selen got terminated Obsydia had her going for them. As for Ethyria... Nina never compared to Selen in earnings, Reimu is left to rot in a ditch, Enna is used for song promotions and the likes because she has a good voice and it's convenient and Millie tries to make the best out of her situation.

And I personally think her defending the company is for one based on her relative inexperience in the corporate vtubing scene (she was an indie before. Niji is the only corpo she's experienced so she doesn't really have anything to compare it to besides shitty minimum wage retail jobs), her choosing to believe in the best in everyone and her frustrating lack of self-esteem (which can lead to allowing others to walk all over you). She does deserve to be supported and get opportunities just like anyone in Luxiem, hell like anyone in Hololive or VShojo. She's a talented entertainer and streamer and I wish her nothing but the best.

At the end of it all, she's entitled to her own opinion and I respect that, even if I don't think her truth is the end all be all and don't agree. But if management isn't outright pounding her into the ground every three to five business days as they did with so many other livers I'm glad. I doubt all managers in Niji are assholes. Some just try to make the best of a very fucked situation. But the fact that some livers get the bare fucking minimum when the bar is the ground and Riku "Yacht" Tazumi brought a damn excavator, doesn't mean that it's okay or god forbid, good. You should do better. You need to do better. No talent deserves this treatment.

At this point everything just feels like one menhera tattling on the other - Yes, news youtubers and even myself included. Depressed Nousagi isn't really hiding the fact that he's mentally ill. I'm not going to sugarcoat this, my mental health is down the drain as well and I'm living with the consequences. This entire situation is so messed up.

Please don't harrass any of the livers. Bullying and threats aren't going to get us anywhere and in the end all of them are at the mercy of the company in regards to what they can or can't do. And everyone's situation is different. Maybe Niji is the first time they ever had this much money or a semi-stable income at all. Maybe the only other option besides Niji when it comes to getting a job is a fucking gig at Target, Starbucks or Hollister. Or social security. Maybe graduation isn't an option because being out of a job might mean the immediate loss of home, access to insurance or vital medical care and mental health care or not being able to support family and/or pets anymore.

I wish every liver the best and hope that everyone gets the help they need. And most of all, I wish for Niji to fucking rethink and improve their marketing, overall internal structure and business decisions. For the love of God.

#millie parfait #nijisanji english #nijisanji en #nijisanji #nijien #ethyria #my kamioshi #Personal rant

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thelov3lybookworm · 3 months

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My Fault (part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Starting over.

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A/n: Lol i just know half of you all gonna hate me for this, but this is the only way i could think of that would be good. I dont think making her end up with someone ese would have helped, so if you dont want her to end up with cass, then please dont read this.

also, why does sarah not tell us how people who cant winnow travel??? 😭😭😭

anyways, enjoy!

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Nina's excitement was palpable as Y/n slowly inserted the key into the front door of the home she shared with her husband, trying not to make too much noise in case he was in there, probably sleeping.

It was no use though, Y/n found out once she entered and ran up to her bedroom. Nina had just plopped down unceremoniously on the couch, telling Y/n to hurry up.

The moment Y/n pushed open the closed door to her and Cassian's bedroom -which she was sure was open when she left- she was hit with the strong scent of her husband.

Y/n froze on the threshold, staring wide eyed at her husband, who was on his knees in the middle of the room, fat tears rolling down his face.

He looked up, his eyes containing a world of pain and sadness and guilt and too may emotions that Y/n could not categorise them all.

"Cass?" Y/n mumbled, daring to take a step towards him. He released an anguished cry and launched forward, a dull thud echoing in his wake.

Cassian wrapped himself around Y/n's legs, sobbing into her abdomen. Y/n stared at the top of his head with furrowed brows, then rose her eyes to where he had been kneeling previously.

There, she found a worn diary lying on the wooden floor, left haphazardly. Y/n's blood chilled.

It was her diary.

Y/n usually hid it in her drawer, but she had been writing in it before she left to get coffee with Nina and everything went south.

Cassian had been gone more and more in the recent months, and to cope with all the sadness and need, Y/n began jotting down all that she felt in her empty diary.

And now he had read it all.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Y/n was still frozen when she realised that her blouse was sticking to her skin because of his tears. "Tell you what?"

"Everything. Why did you not tell me how much you'd been hurting? Why did you not tell me that I'd been a shitty husband?"

Y/n watched his shoulder shake with every violent sob that ripped out of his chest, numbness spreading through her. "You were never around long enough for me to say anything."

He sobbed harder at that, and Y/n couldn't take it anymore. She let her hand drift to the top of his head, gently caressing his soft hair.

"My love, why are you crying?" Y/n reached down, cupping his jaw and tilting his head back. She ran her thumb across his cheek, wiping away the tears that never stopped, her other hand still resting in his hair.

More tears flowed from his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak, but right at that moment, Nina spoke up from behind Y/n. Y/n hadn't even heard Nina walk up the stairs, so busy was she getting lost in her lover's eyes.

"Get away from her you bastard."

Y/n turned halfway, Cassian's death grip on her lessening just a little as he too peered from around Y/n. Y/n absently noted that Nina had left her bag down in the living room.

"Nina, please-"

"Y/n, don't. You just told me you wanted to leave, heal. What happened now? Are you having second thoughts?"

Y/n felt Cassian freeze, and she sighed, glaring at Nina. "You... you are leaving?"

"Thank you so much Nina, just what I needed." Y/n bit out, turning her back to her friend and glancing down at her kneeling husband. His skin was pale, paler than Y/n had ever seen him.

"What! I just helped you out! You had to tell him anyways!"

"Yes Nina, but I would have been more gentle!"

Nina huffed as Y/n grabbed Cassian's forearms and tugged. He complied, climbing to his feet as new tears gathered in his eyes. Y/n ignored her friend and grabbed Cassian's face tenderly in her hands.

"Cass? I... I need to leave."

"Why?" He whispered.

"I don't think I can handle letting your family walk all over me anymore. I need to stand up for myself. I'm sorry Cass, but I need to do this. Even if it kills me, I need to leave."

"I- they're your family too." His voice was quiet and uncertain, as though he knew Y/n would not believe him.

Y/n gave him a small, pained smile. "I don't think they feel that way."

"Please don't go Y/n. Rhys is feeling guilty for what he did. I'm sure everyone else is too. Maybe they're on their way here to apologise."

"Never seen anyone more delusional." Nina murmured from behind Y/n.

"Cass-"

Before Y/n could even get a word out, Nina piped up.

"If you really want to be with her, you can come with us. Leave this hell court."

Cassian ignored Nina again.

"Y/n, please don't go. I need you. We can all start over again. I promise they will realise how wrong they were."

"It's too late now. Give us a straight answer. If you love her, leave this place and come with us. If not, stay here and rot."

"Come on, Y/n. I can't leave them. They're my family."

"And she is not? You should not feel obligated to love someone because they're your family or whatever."

Cassian glared at Nina, then mumbled to Y/n. "Are you not going to defend me from her?"

"Like you defended her from your asshole family?"

Y/n could see Cassian trying to hold back a snarl at that, and she sighed, pinching her nose bridge between her forefinger and thumb. "Y/n. We need to talk. Alone."

Y/n nodded, glancing at her friend, who rolled her eyes. "I will be standing outside. Call for me when you're done."

She looked like she wanted to slam the door shut as she left, but she simply pulled it until it made a soft click.

Y/n turned to Cassian, offering him a tentative smile.

"Yes?"

Cassian took a step back. "I- I'll start from the beginning."

Y/n nodded uncertainly, wondering what he wanted to tell her. He grabbed Y/n's hand, gently tugging her to the end of the bed and sitting her down onto it.

"I... I don't know how to explain, but I'll try." Cassian took a deep breath as he settled into a kneeling position in front of Y/n. "First of all, I need you to know that I only ever kissed Nesta, and that was when I was drunk out of my mind."

He released a breath before continuing, clutching Y/n's hands as if they were his lifeline. "I... I know that isn't an excuse for what I did, and I never should have been at Rita's that night, but it happened, and I don't think anything I do or say will justify it.

"It started that day a year ago. When Rhys wanted to send me on a month long mission. Asshole, now that I think of it. I just now realise it for the plot it was." Cassian shook his head in disbelief. "He told me no one else could do it and that only I could do it. That should have alerted me, but alas, I now know that I'm very thick skulled."

A small giggle left Y/n, and Cassian's eyes rose to her lips, a little of life returning to the dull hazel. He smiled softly as his eyes met Y/n's, and her breath hitched. It had been far too long since the two of them had time like this.

"I remember you cried that day. That was the first time I'd seen you cry. I was so stressed because I did not want to leave you. That would have been the first time that I would be away from you for longer than a day. You told me you would write to me everyday."

Y/n could remember it very vividly. The way she had sobbed into Cassian's chest just as he was about to leave, the way she had stared up at him as his tears fell too. It had been a nightmare, to put it nicely.

"But you never did-"

Y/n interrupted him. "What do you mean I never did?"

Cassian glanced up at Y/n from where he was playing with her fingers, meeting her eyes with furrowed brows. "You never wrote to me? I never received any letters."

Y/n's lips parted in confusion. "I- I wrote to you everyday Cass. Sometime even multiple times a day."

Cassian stared at her in disbelief, and Y/n could see the gears in his brain churning. His mouth opened a few times, wanting to speak but no words coming out before realisation set in his features.

"Rhysand."

Y/n searched Cassian's eyes as anger and betrayal entered them, coming to the same realisation.

"Oh Cass." Y/n mumbled, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"Fucker." Cassian said under his breath, his wings flaring slightly.

After a moment of Cassian cursing Rhys and his entire family line, he continued. "I never received those letters, so I was a little upset because I was looking forward to writing you. When I returned, I decided that it would be best to give Rhys all the information I had before coming home so I could spend some days with you, locked away with no one interrupting us.

"But when I arrived, Rhysand said things about you that riled me up. He told me that he had asked you multiple times if you had to send any letters and that each time you told him to, basically, fuck off. I did not believe him, but it kept happening every time I was gone, to the point where I was starting to wonder if you liked me at all."

Cassian rested his head on their joined hands, releasing a deep breath. "I never should have believed that bastard, never should have doubted you. And I will forever regret that. Rhys also kept up with his manipulating to get me away from you, I see that now. I should have stopped him the first time he said things about you, but I guess I didn't want to upset him after everything he's done for me."

"He is your family, isn't he? He would not have expected anything of you." Y/n told him, making him nod.

"I know. Recently, after Feyre and her sister's arrival, Rhys started to gaslight me into thinking I liked Nesta. He made me spend more time with her, train her. He got so much out of it. For one, he could get me away from you, whatever his reasons. By assigning me to Nesta, he could keep her busy and out of the way.

"He... he really fucked up my mind. He is a daemati after all. Yesterday at Rita's, I realised something was wrong. That I couldn't put up my shields properly. Then the next thing I knew, I was kissing Nesta. I left soon after, not wanting to be near any longer."

He sucked in a tired breath, his hold tightening on Y/n's hands. She gave him a gentle squeeze and he continued. "Today, when I was about to come home, Rhys convinced me to stay till dinner. And I just... somehow couldn't say no. It was like- like..."

Cassian trailed off, his wide eyes meeting his wife's.

"Oh Cassian." Y/n slid onto his lap, pulling him close. "I'm so sorry he did that to you. I wish I had known what was happening sooner so I could stop it from ever happening."

Cassian shook his head, staring at the wall behind Y/n's head, his features distant.

"Not your fault. You could not have stopped it from happening."

Y/n knew that, but that didn't stop her from wanting to rip off Cassian's brother's head. Hell, she wished at least she's gotten a little bit of power from her parents so she could do anything to stop what Rhys had been doing to Cassian.

She could not even winnow, so what was she even worth? At least this Nesta was powerful enough to be mated to Cassian.

"I just- I just don't understand why he wanted you to be with Nesta."

Without moving his eyes, still that far off look on his face, Cassian mumbled. "She is my mate, and the mother pairs people who can produce the strongest offspring." Finally, Cassian met Y/n's gaze, his eyes haunted. "He wanted me to produce as strong as an offspring I could."

Y/n's heart broke for her husband. She knew how much the high lord mattered to him, and the betrayal she felt would probably not even compare to what he was feeling.

Cassian opened his mouth on a gasp, about to say something when knock drew their attention, stopping Cassian from speaking.

"Are you done yet?" Nina's voice called out. Y/n looked from the door to Cassian. He stared at the door like it had caused him some personal offence. "The caravan will not wait up for us, and only an hour is left-"

"Caravan?" Cassian questioned Y/n, turning to look at her as his hands fell to her waist. Y/n nodded.

"Neither of us can winnow, so Nina had to contact a friend who knew of an agent. He technically transports people from one court to another on horse and carriages."

Understanding entered his eyes. "You- you really were going to leave."

Y/n nodded, making to pull away from him so she could start packing up. His hold on her tightened.

"Please don't go. I need you. I will make it up to you, I promise. I will wait forever if that's what it takes to earn your forgiveness." His eyes were again filled with tears, making it harder for Y/n to turn away.

"Cass... I won't forgive you. Not anytime soon at least. But... maybe I can give you one last chance."

The tears overflowed from his eyes even as a huge grin split his face. "Thank you. Thank you so much my heart. I will not let you down again."

Y/n studied him for a moment, smiling when he started laughing softly while wiping at his tear stained cheek with the sleeve of his shirt. Y/n gently pushed back some stray strands of hair from his face, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Maybe we can start all over again. Like we never knew each other."

Cassian nodded. "Even though what good times we had together are precious to me, I don't think we can mend this. We need to start over."

Y/n smiled wide for the first time in what felt like months, genuine joy singing through her blood. "Let's get ready then."

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Nina's pov.

It was around ten minutes after that the door opened, and Nina nearly fell to her knees and thanked the mother for it. She was getting bored standing out here all by herself.

And in the next moment Nina wondered if she was dreaming.

Y/n stood in the doorway, a huge smile and blush on her face. That was not what shocked Nina, though it played a part in it.

No, it was Cassian, who stood behind Y/n, holding two duffel bags over his shoulder, a quiet joy on his face.

Nina rose a brow at the couple, who only grinned. Releasing a disbelieving sigh, Nina pushed away from the wall she was leaning against.

"I had booked an extra seat just in case. Thank the mother I did."

Y/n grabbed Nina in a quick hug, and her happiness brought a small smile to Nina's lips as well.

Y/n turned and practically skipped down the stairs, happy to leave. Cassian moved to follow, but Nina caught his arm. He looked down at her, his brows raised high.

"Don't you dare hurt her now. Or I will fucking carve your wings from your back. Understood?" If possible, his eyebrows rose higher, almost disappearing into his hairline. Obviously, Nina wished Y/n never forgive him, but Nina also knew how happy the brute made her best friend, and that was all Nina could ask for.

He studied her for a moment, then nodded, pulling his arm away from her. "Hmm. Good."

With that, both of them followed Y/n, ready to start all over again, make a new life.

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Cassian Taglist: @moonlwghts

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 2 months

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How and when do you think the DCLA girls got their periods for the first time? (If you can come up with something for everyone)

I can try to come up with something for everyone. I'm bad especially at coming up with hcs for Bia characters but let's go!

Violetta girls:

Violetta: The only one I can see help her in that situation would be Angie, and ANGIE WASN'T AROUND. Either she had a good tutor at that time that could help her, or she was just... alone... having to deal with that. I imagine her being silent about it and Germán wondering what's wrong, and it's the start of him noticing how she tells him less and less as she grows older.

Francesca: I think for her it was pretty uneventful actually. Probably happened at home, nothing more to it.

Camila: She gives me the vibes of a girl lying about getting it before actually getting it, to sound cool. So when she actually got it, it was in school and she was like "help what do I do, I can't talk to anyone because everyone thinks I already got it"

Naty: She was really stressed and didn't dare to say anything, and tried to solve it herself without anyone knowing. Her mom eventually found out and confronted her, and Naty just cried. So her mom hugged her and told her it was ok.

Ludmila: She got it while visiting Diego and Diego was way better at helping her than her mom. He literally shoplifted pads for her. But when Priscila found out she basically scolded Ludmila for getting it "so late" (as if that was Ludmila's fault)

Soy Luna girls

Luna: Whenever it happened, she wore red shorts that day and did not notice. She noticed a red stain on a chair she sat on and was like "oh haha my shorts must've left color markings". Her mom immediately took her to the side and asked her about it, and Luna was like "What? It's my shorts? :D" Her mom asked her to please just go check. As Luna did, she came back and laughed awkwardly and were like "haha... uh so it wasn't my shorts?"

Ámbar: She was in shock and decided to not tell anyone and solve it all by herself. But Sharon finds out everything, and as she confronted Ámbar about it, Ámbar just cried in panic. She thought she was going to get yelled at, or anything like that. But Sharon started to pet her hair (the creepy way she did in S2), and told her to not cry, and that she was gonna go give her the things she needed. Ámbar did calm down a bit but she was still very much in shock.

Nina: It was pretty uneventful, but her mom seemed to make a bigger deal about it. So, Nina told her, and Ana was just trying to hide her excitement. She gave her a big hug and Nina was like "ok yeah thanks I guess". Ana went to tell Mora right away, and Mora the next day was like "Nina I heard what happened! Congrats!!" and Nina felt a bit awkward about her mom "telling everyone".

Jim: At a sleepover with Yam. They went to wash sheets in the middle of the night and then while staring at the washing machine, Yam was like "hey... omg... you got your period..." and Jim was like "omg... yes... I did..." and then they sort of both got super excited about it.

Yam: At school, and it was when not that many had gotten it yet, so it was a much bigger deal. Yam only told Jim, but someone else found out and all the girls in the grade were whispering about it. The next day, some of them went up to Yam and asked if it was true or if she was lying. Yam was like "it's true" and a girl legit was like "Can you prove it?". Yam, the awkward queen that she is, was like "... you want me to show you the blood or what...?"

Delfi: Delfi I feel too would be one of those people just lying about already having gotten it before she did just to be cool (side note, but why did we act like the one who got it early were "cooler and more mature" and the late ones were more "childish"?? We were all the same fucking age). Because she's a popular girl, she made a bigger deal about it, and then when she actually got it she was like "haha I TOTALLY know how to put on a pad... I just... do not have one on me because I... forgot them at home! Yeah!"

Jazmin: I think she was extremely unbothered by it, and she just dropped it like a casual quick comment. "By the way I got my period" "Wait, what-" "Bye!". That, or she made the fact that she got it her entire personality. There is no in between.

Bia girls:

Bia: Honestly, I am thinking of that episode where Bia felt dizzy and her mom just made her lay down comfortable and offered her something nice to eat (I think she did, I need to rewatch it). Nonetheless, Bia's first period was just very positive, her mom made sure to make her feel comfortable and guided her through it.

Chiara: I feel like she was one of the people who wanted to get her period and got upset she hadn't gotten it yet. So when she got it, she got super excited... only for the day after being like "hey this isn't fun at all".

Celeste: With her, I feel like she didn't think much of it, and she didn't even really tell her friends until they just got on that subject once. Her friends got super excited for her and she was like "it's just a period whatever"

Pixie: Oh she hated it. She never wanted to have it and felt a huge angst when she got it. She definitely went to get pills to not get a period very quickly after.

Daisy: Hm, I think she mostly saw it as an obstacle to her dancing. She was like "this sucks because I can't dance :(" and then someone told her that she could, in fact, still dance on her period and it all got better.

Mara: She was one of those girls who thought she'd get popular if she got her period, so when she got it, she went around to every girl in her class and told them. Everyone replied with "ok" or "I don't care" so that backfired.

Carmín: I think she genuinely felt awkward about it. With her, others found it intriguing to find out who got it, so when they found out they wanted to ask her about it and she was like "eh... I don't know..."

I only took the teenage/close to teenager characters now, no one older.

#thanks for the ask!#violetta #soy luna #disney bia

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