dear-mimii

[dear-mimii]

first thing i posted in months and im glad its this.

AINT NO WAY CORY FACUNG ALLEGATIONS BRO

(I genuinely hope the girl is ok because like all them messages AND THE FUCKING VIDEO TOO???)

[dear-mimii]

love your body

pairing! newmom!sevika x bodydysmorphic!reader

cw! please PLEASE do not read this if you are someone who struggles with body dysmorphia or body image issues, because this. fic HEAVILY involves it. this was lowkey hard to write myself.

word count! 1k

an! my first fic back and it is… wow! this is like my second time writing a very (or at least to me) emotional story like this and… i mean i don’t know if this was the right one to end my hiatus but it was very interesting writing this.

your baby girl amora was beautiful. precious. you cherished her everyday since you gave birth to her, 2 and ½, nearly 3 months ago.

but there was one thing you couldn’t physically stand to look at. your body.

everyone is a bit thrown off postpartum… right? everyone bounces back soon. you were not bouncing back. your tits were perpetually swollen with breast milk, one sagged noticeably lower than the other and both were riddled with stretch marks.

every time you look past the mirror—disgusting, is what you think.

your stomach sags and stretches—much like the rest of you. you have a fold. never in a million years you thought you would have a fold of any kind. the few times you have time alone and you think about it, it’s always, “ill get everything back into place when amora gets older.” or, “it’s just a mom body… nothing working out can’t fix.”

sevika’s noticed—all of the little signs. you never got undressed in front of her—let alone in front of a mirror. you switched out your cute, silk nightgowns to oversized maternity shirts to wear to bed. whenever you showered you basically refused to look down, you just stared at the tile.

and while sevika absolutely hated that you felt that way, about the body that she loves every part of—she doesn’t know what to do. a sit down talk? a therapist? a psychiatrist? you are both dealing with this for the first time, and it’s not like there is a one stop shop cure for postpartum body dysmorphia.

postpartum body dysmorphia? could her wife—her beautiful, enchanting, goddess of a wife… genuinely think that of herself? it feels so clinical—surely it’s just some far fetched, one in a million diagnoses that you stumble upon when googling random symptoms.

for sevika it was gut-wrenching, like she wants to vomit, like somehow she could dry heave and you could love your body again.

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you were breastfeeding amora when sevika came tiny from grocery shopping, her human hand gripping full plastic bags. before she could look up to greet you, you had already discreetly shifted yourself on the couch so your back was facing towards the door.

“hey sweetheart, missed you.” sevika crossed the difference to the couch, leaning down to leave a peck on your cheek. her free hand—the mechanical one comes up to carefully stroke amora’s cheek, being careful not to let the sharp edge touch her brown skin. “and how’s my baby girl? she’s not giving you trouble, sweetheart?”

you just nod no with a soft smile, trying to distract yourself from the fact sevika can see the stretch marks leading to the nipple amora was suckling from. sevika straightened up a little to leave a tender kiss on your temple before reluctantly stepping away from the couch to put the groceries away.

after some time of playing with and entertaining amora, eating dinner, and eventually putting amora to bed, you had some time for yourself. which didn’t mean much to you anymore. all you did with your “me time” was sit in bed—or rather in the edge of the bed with sevika, and scroll on your phone or watch tv. tonight wasn’t much different, no change in schedule—except, sevika didn’t turn on the tv. the remote was on sevika’s side, she always turned on the tv.

you looked over at her, “babe? what’s wrong?” sevika took a breath before standing, taking her time as she walked over to the other side of the bed. she sat next to you, trying to lock eyes with you, but you wouldn’t look. not at her. not at the shame that you somehow “failed” her. sevika’s human hand rested in your lap, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“love. i want you to look at me. please.” the pleading in sevika’s voice wore down your resolve some—and you raise your head just a bit to look at her.

“i love you. you know that, you know that i would never leave you. and i… can’t help but feel like you’re hiding from me. physically.” a beat passes, “you don’t have to say it out loud—i just can’t watch you treat yourself like you have been. i understand that right now… you don’t love your body, the way you look.”

you tense up—breath hitches. you yourself haven’t even said it. not even in your mind.

your voice was small when you spoke, “that’s not true.”

“i think it is, love. you flinch and move away from me when i try and hold you. you don’t undress when the lights aren’t on, not in front of a mirror either. and i don’t know how to fix it completely… but you know that i will try every possible solution because i. love. you. let me show you what i see, sweetheart. please.”

it felt like a boulder was chained to your heart, dragging it further and further down in your chest. immediately, your eyes glisten and overflow. you separated your hand from hers, bringing both to cover your face and turn away in shame.

“i—im, i-i didn’t,” you choked on a sob, actively unraveling in mere moments. “i don’t know what’s wrong with me, a-and—im so sorry!” a horrible, pained sob wracked through your chest and seemed to crack it open. “i-im so sorry, im so sorry, im so…” you just continued and on, repeating an apology when you had nothing to apologize for.

sevika immediately wrapped her strong arms around you, shushing you, trying in vain to soothe you. she kissed the tip of your nose, the crown of your head, every part of your face while rocking you absentmindedly.

“shhh, shhh. it’s okay love, you don’t have to apologize. im not mad at you. i love you, my heart. i love your body. i love that you gave us our daughter. i. love. you.”

[dear-mimii]

. ݁₊ 🦢 . ݁˖ sevika being a grouchy husbutch who, even when she's pissed because of conflict you guys are having, will still begrudgingly drive you everywhere and do everything she always does for you.

she'll huff about it, sure, but she'll still clasp on any jewelry you need to put on before work. she'll sigh extra hard when you call her for a ride home, but avoid mentioning that she was already on her way since minutes ago. she'll still fold your laundry with hers, and pick up the food you like when she hears a catch in your voice. when she's done her half of a crossword puzzle after dinner, she'll slide it over to you without a word.

and when you come to the bed that night with a frown, clearly aching for her, she'll sigh and extend her arm out. when you bury your face in her neck, apologizing or saying you want to fix things, she'll hold onto you tighter, kissing your head and telling you firmly that you guys will be fine.

because, despite any hiccups you two have, she's not one to resort to petty actions to prove her point. she'll make it clear she's annoyed by a situation through telling you as much, but she's not gonna let that give her a free pass to no longer treat you like a partner. to her, the stuff she does for you isn't a privilege, but something that's innate in a relationship. so, even if you piss her off, even if you guys are bickering, she'll still engage in every ritual, every little habit that's built the safety and comfort that that wraps around the two of you when together.

she'll still be unwavering in her efforts to show that no matter what you guys go through, no matter what conflict you need to resolve, you're hers and she's not about to drop that fact just because of a mood.

[dear-mimii]

people i know i promised a story in the 21st… it’s running a bit late, but i promise i WILL get it done🫶🏽

[dear-mimii]

i can’t even control it it’s so EMBARRASSING

This is me trying not to cry when someone raises their voice at me: (I end up crying anyway)

[dear-mimii]

Sevika who coos sweetly in Reader’s ear as she shoves her thickest strap in the poor girl.

DOLLFACE

warning: smut, strap-on referred to as cock, praising, dacryphilia if u squint

“You’re taking me so well, my pretty girl.." Sevika whispered in your ear, her girthy cock ramming inside your pussy in a relenting pace. She had been fucking you for so long that you lost track of time. Your eyes are filled with tears, mouth hung open but no sound is coming out, and sweat covering your entire face.

Your wife looked down at you in adoration, her hands sliding up from your waist to grip your bouncing tits. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you’re under me." she chuckled, voice teasing as she twists your hardened nipples in her fingers.

You could only moan and arch your back closer to her, weak moans now leaving your open mouth. “F-fuck! Sevika, Sevika.. oh god I’m close.." you panted, chest heaving and teeth gritted. Sevika leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, her middle finger rubbing tight circles on your clit that made your legs tremble around her.

“Shit, shit, shit.. please, baby, please.” you whimpered, eyes rolling back when you felt a familiar knot in your stomach. “Please what, angel?” she husked. You could feel her hot breath against your ear, her voice so sultry that it made your skin crawl. “Come on, pretty girl. Say it, baby.”

“Please make me cum.." you choked out, tears spilling out from your eyes in pleasure. Sevika listened and she gripped your hips tightly. She pulled the strap out before slamming it again back inside you. Your eyes widened, a scream leaving your mouth when you felt the tip of her cock hit your cervix. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Relax.." she cooed, lips pressing soft kisses on your cheeks.

“Cum, baby, cum." Sevika grunted, hips stuttering when she felt her clit brush against the strap.

She rammed inside your pussy a few more times before loud moans escaped your throat when you squirted around her cock, back arching off the bed and hands gripping the sheets tightly at the immense pleasure your wife brought you.

Sevika watched with an amused smirk when she looked down at your disheveled state. She leaned down and pressed soft kisses on your forehead down to your lips. “You did so well, dollface."

a/n: this is short but i wrote this with tears in my eyes. @littlelovelunette love u lunie

[dear-mimii]

the tiny “terror”

pairing! (modern au) ambessa x new mother!reader

about! you’re taking a nap, the baby’s crying, and ambessa is left to fend for herself… but she surprisingly got it under control?

cw! nothing, literally just straight fluff

word count! 369

an! yes, i know i haven’t posted in a while, im sorry! but i’ll make sure to be more consistent, my birthday is on the 21st so i might post a birthday related fic!!

ambessa medarda: powerful politician. former unyielding military general.

but now? she’s terrified out of her mind by her own child. a tiny, 6 day old baby girl, who’s 5 pounds and 11 ounces.

you had just brought home your first, beautiful baby girl with ambessa 2 days ago. it had been mostly an easy recovery for you, and your tiny little baby mireya was very calm and mellow in her time at home.

ambessa however… wasn’t doing as well. you had to physically coax her to even step close to the crib while mireya was napping, telling her, “she’s not going to bite you bessa—she doesn’t even have teeth!”

but this time, poor ambessa was by herself. you were taking a well deserved nap, and mireya was fussing. crying. loudly (dramatically) crying. ambessa didn’t have the heart to wake you up, but at the same time she had no idea how to remedy her daughter's distress. she tried to recall all the times you picked her up and soothed her from crying, the way you supported the back of her head.

“it’s your child, ambessa. your… very small child.” ambessa murmured to herself, trying not to psyche herself out.

with another deep, procrastinating breath, she reached into the crib, marveling at the warmth of the tiny body. ambessa kept her hands as still as she could, putting one on the back of the child’s head and the other on her bottom. she lifted slowly, carefully, until mireya was cradled against her firm chest, and the child’s cry’s lulled.

ambessa’s lips were parted, eyes wide as mireya mostly stopped crying, opening her puffy little eyes and giggling up at ambessa.

she swore the world just stopped spinning—even existing at this moment. slowly, ambessa rocked back and forth. and she did something she never thought she’d ever do. she sang. sang a lullaby made up on the spot in a high pitched, cooing voice that would normally be humiliating.

mireya whined playfully and giggled before falling victim to the soothing lullaby, yawning cutely before closing her eyes. ambessa kissed her forehead—it wasn’t a goodbye, never that… at least not for a while. she didn’t want to put her down just yet.

[dear-mimii]

hi ppl!😚😚 pls send in requests if what you wanna see next, and we’ll do a poll!

[dear-mimii]

closing my eyes, and when i open them, there better be a hot lesbian waiting for me in my bed

1...2....3- 👁👁

[dear-mimii]

this applies to all my mutuals.

shoutout hot femmes. love you all

[dear-mimii]

vi x intoxicated!reader

pairing! vi x intoxicated!gf!reader

about! what a fun little get together with some friends! so much fun you ordered another drink, and another, and another…

cw! mentions of alcohol, reader being intoxicated and drinking more alcohol

word count! 387

an! drafted up this little drabble at like midnight last night, just a little something to feed yall! mwah!!

it really was meant to be a nice, relaxed, night out. yet somehow, you accidentally went a little too far.

it started off fun, a get together with you and your girlfriend vi’s friends. ekko, her best friend caitlyn, her sister jinx, just a small get-together. everyone was nursing their own drinks, taking occasional sips. you and vi were doing the same thing, taking small sips—yours were a bit more than small sips. you finished your first drink, not particularly quickly, so you ordered another. hey, you weren’t driving anyway!

even if you weren’t driving, you were a lightweight… and the next few drinks would make you do things you definitely regretted in the morning.

your cheeks began to flush as the night went on, your words slurring like syrup, your smile widening as you progressively became more clingy.

“babe, slow down, alright? the drinks aren’t running from you, you can take it easy.” vi voiced her concern, muttering softly in your ear.

yea… it just went in one ear and out the next. you were noticeably talking louder—shouting would be more accurate, and you were laughing with less caution, just letting out the loudest cackles. the other people you were hanging out with exchanged glances before chuckling themselves, amused by your increasingly intoxicated state.

then, rather stupidly, you “tried” to seduce vi. you signaled her with your hand as if you wanted to tell her something with a giggle, watching as she leaned in to hear you. you leaned in to try and nip at her neck, but instead you completely missed, bonking your head on vi’s shoulder. you just laughed it off (the alcohol stopped you from feeling most of it), swaying while trying to straighten up. and of course… you’d think that would be quite easy, but you nearly fell off or your stool instead.

vi narrowly caught you before deciding then and there to pull the plug. “ok—that’s it. come on, you need to go home babe. let’s go.”

vi gave apologies to your friends before hauling you out the bar as you stumbled all the way to the car. she buckled you into the passenger seat, pausing for a moment to tuck a hair behind your ear.

“you really overdid it this time did you? … i love you, crazy fucking lightweight.”

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caitlyn kiramman x spy!reader pt. 1

pairing! sheriff!caitlyn x spy!reader

about! you get a new assignment to shadow under the sheriff: caitlyn kiramman. but you know something that she doesn’t…

cw! nothing!

word count! 392

an! i know im getting out of the habit of writing multiple parts to stories, but y’all i swearrrr this one is going to scrumptious when i finish.

you weren’t an enforcer.

far from it.

you misspoke when you said the oath. your badge was never worn with pride. the uniform?—sure, you guess. the smile? perfect? your act? flawless. it had to be flawless—which wasn’t a problem for you. because it was fabricated, your whole façade. you weren’t some wide eyed, brand new trainee who got the golden opportunity to train under the sheriff: caitlyn kiramman.

quite the opposite. in fact, you only answered to councilor sevika. her spy. her shadow. her most trusted operative.

and now? you were sent to infiltrate the enforcers, just to make sure there was no corruption or under the table deals. sevika had seen her fair share of hypocrisy working under silco, and she wasn’t going to allow it to happen again. of course, that’s where you come in! any information you pick up that was even slightly relevant, you relayed it to sevika.

you arrived at the station promptly at 9:30 AM, your boots polished without a scuff, uniform perfectly ironed, and a small notepad clutched tightly. just for the effect. walking in, you approached the front desk, with a comatose looking officer behind it, scribbling random notes. “pepping” yourself up, you walked over to the desk, tapping the tiny bell with manufactured enthusiasm.

“hello! do you know where i can find sheriff kiramman? im her new trainee!“ you beamed, earning an annoyed glance from the officer.

he grunted, jerking his head towards a pair of doors to the right. you thanked him and nearly skipped towards the doors. entering into a large, open area, you assumed that this was the main floor of the station. rows of desks lined the floor, file cabinets filled to the brim with case files, just as dull as you imagined.

your boots clicked on the tiled floor of the station, weaving between desks and officers going about their morning routines. a manufactured grin—chipper and not overly excited, just eager. that’s when you heard kiramman. you didn’t even really have to look, you were nearly certain of it. just the veil of now muted conversation, the sound of heels clicking rhythmically. before you knew it, you were basically face to face with caitlyn kiramman.

“miss…?” she asked, caitlyn’s british accent prominent and a bit authoritative.

“im a new transfer, ma’am! i believe im under your supervision?”

[dear-mimii]

hi people!😚 ive been a little bit more busy than usual, end of the year work and stuff. also im helping my mom plan our vacation (kinda my birthday vacation😝) so most of my writing time has been used up. i have something im the works right now, bear with me!!!

[dear-mimii]

this one right here officer. masterpiece.

This is probably too specific so I apologize in advance

How would Maddie react to finding out her girlfriend doesn't feel a thing from penetration? Even though they've been intimate multiple times, Maddie had no clue because she's been perfomative (but she still got off from cl!t stimulation anyway so it's not like she's not enjoying herself.) The only way Maddie finds out is b/c her gf accidentally forgot to react while Maddie was knuckles deep, so she asks if she's not doing good or something. So her gf finally comes clean and tells her and obvi maddie is like "why didnt you tell me this before??". And she responds with something sweet about how even though she doesn't feel it, she enjoys the intimacy of it and had she told maddie, sex would always end sooner cuz she'd get off faster plus she was scared maddie would think she was a weirdo for liking something that didn't even feel good physically.

Again sorry abt the long description 😭 just didn't want to make it confusing 💙

Sweetness

warnings: 18+ content, clit stimulation, brief mention of fingering, maddie is such a sweetheart, reader is a bit awkward (aren’t we all), lesbian sex :3, brief overstimulation

a/n: it’s fine with the long description ml <3 (also i’m so SOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG TO RELEASE BRO😭)

“Love?”

Your eyes snapped down to your girlfriend, seeing how she looked up at you with such wide eyes and a flicker of confusion as she was knuckles deep in you—you weren’t making a single sound. Shit. You freezed for a moment before smiling sheepishly at her as you murmured softly, “Yes, baby?”

You knew this was going to be brought up sooner or later, but you were hoping it wouldn’t be today. You see, you always got off to clit stimulation instead of fingering, like yeah, it feels great—but it doesn’t really get you off or anything. Maddie is incredibly performative in bed and never failed to make you feel good since she always focused on your clit of course, but whenever she used her fingers—it just wouldn’t bring that feeling.

It felt weird to think about and you thought that if you told her about it, you’d think she’ll see you as weird for not enjoying something that didn’t really appeal to you physically. Plus, you figured if you told her sooner, it would end sex sooner due to your cumming sooner, although you loved the intimacy of it—so it’s kind of a win win?

Which led you here…

“Am I not doing good, Love?” She’d murmured softly as she slowly got up from between your thighs, gazing at you with concern and slight worry with how your eyes didn’t meet hers. You quickly shook your head as your eyes finally met hers, taking her hand in yours as you rubbed your thumb over her knuckles. “No, baby—it’s not that. You’re doing so, so good, baby. It’s just..”

‘God are you really gonna tell her now?’

‘what if she thinks you’re weird?’

‘Now she thinks she’s the worst at pleasing her girlfriend’

‘Do I really—‘

“Sweet, you know you can tell me anything. I’m all ears…if i’m not doing anything right, tell me, baby. Y’know I’m gonna listen to ya..” Her words cut your bustling mind off quickly, squeezing your hand tightly with a wave of warmth that soothed your neveres. Your eyes gazed into hers as you took a deep breath, readying yourself as you spoke, “I never told you, but…I don’t get off when you finger me.”

Maddie’s eyes widened slightly, but kept her words shut as you continued on. “It’s not you—I promise—I just don’t get off to it like the way I get off with clit stimulation…I love the intimacy of it and how it makes those moments last longer, but I was just scared that you’d find me weird for not enjoying it and if I told you, it would end a lot sooner since i’d cum quicker.” You let out a shaky breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding in until it escaped your lips, “god i needed to get that off my chest..”

Your eyes gazed over at her as you tried to grasp her reaction, squeezing her hand tightly as you were readying yourself to speak before she spoke, “Baby, that’s what that was all about? I don’t find you weird for that, Love. I just wish you told me sooner now and plus, who says the moment have to end so soon anyway?”

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at her reassuring words, feeling that warm smile tug at your lips as you held her hand tighter. “Really? Ugh, thank god, I just—I just figured that it’d be weird and it would throw your of—wait, what?” Your eyes widened slightly as your brain finally registered the last words she said.

“I meant what I said. Let me take care of you, baby..”

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“Oh…Maddie—fuck..”

The sweet melodies of your breathy moans filled Maddie ears as she gently lapped over your cunt, slowly thrusting two slender fingers to your pulsing entrance. She was practically making out with your pussy in the sweetest way possible, nearly making you wanting to cum right there and then at that moment. Her eyes gazed up at you over the valley of your stomach and breast, making contact with your fluttering eyes as they tried to focus on her.

“I know, baby, I know..”

Ugh, the way she spoke to you so sweetly in that little accent of hers made you clench around her fingers, making you buck your hips to her mouth as your hand snuck into the field of her ginger locks of hair. You felt like you were on cloud 9—feeling how the breath was taken from your throat and how your body felt like it was on fire in the best way possible. You could practically stay like this forever and so could Maddie if she could.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as her plump lips matched on your clit, suckling it gently in her mouth as she moaned with the taste flowing in her mouth. “So…so good..” Her voice was barely even audible or coherent to your ears, but you knew she was definitely enjoying this just as you were. “M-Maddie, cum—gonna cum—please..” Your whines were becoming more and more louder as you felt that fire in your stomach roar.

“I’ve got you, love…c’mon..”

That was all it took for your eyes to blur with black and white spots blurring your vision, also hearing how your ears were on fire and how they ringed. Your mouth fell open with a silent scream as your hips jerked up to her mouth, thighs twitching around her head before she pushed the back of your knees upwards to your chest—allowing you to be completely open for her to devour.

Maddie was insatiable as the sweet nectar of you flowed into her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of it, so she took what she desired. Maddie’s mouth worked tirelessly over your clit before replacing her fingers with her tongue—practically tongue fucking your pulsing hole as you cried out to her. “Maddie, fuck…mmhh—please, I can’t..” However, your words fell deaf to her ears, only focused on the taste of your pussy and the feeling of your thighs trembling.

No matter how many time you cried out to her or even tried to pull her head away, Maddie held strong. She wanted to make her girl feel good in the best way possible—no matter what. She was going to make this unforgettable for her baby. You were a mess as she kept suckling at you so hungry, only being able to whine and whimper helplessly as you felt your body trembled with each flick of her tongue. The noises of your desperation and the lewd slurping filling the room made your spine tingle—it nearly felt sinful.

It was only till you reached another earth shattering orgasm that she pulled away, sensing how you were squirming endlessly in her tight grasp. Her head appeared from your thighs and she looked a mess. Your slick and arousal was dripping down her chin, pupils blown, panting heavily, and freckles cheeks were flushed.

“One more, love?”

Who were you to deny her of such?

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hope you liked this bby <3

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grayson x housewife!reader

pairing! grayson x housewife!reader

about! tonight you made an extra special dinner for your wife, and you simply couldn’t wait for her to come home! but… when she didn’t come home at her usual time, you began to worry…

cw! nothing really (i mean unless you are SUPER duper sensitive!)

word count! 507

an! sorry this took a while to post, lowkey procrastinated writing this…. but it’s here now, hope this is my grayson redemption arc😔

today was simply going to be perfect! it was always perfect, really. this was your domain, sanctuary, your home. you were the “mighty housewife”, as grayson so lovingly put it. you loved cooking, cleaning, sewing, that was simply your love language. and tonight you thought you nearly out-housewifed yourself. you set the table with table mats, utensils in neatly folded napkins with pink embroidery, the best plates in the house you never let anyone use. vanilla candles, champagne chilled in a bucket of ice, this was going to be a special night. was there anything inherently special about this day? not in particular. you just felt like it.

but apparently grayson didn’t get the telepathic message. everything was set up, dinner was meticulously arranged on the plate and served on the table, but there was no grayson! maybe you just started cooking earlier to account for the desserts, perfect explanation. still… sitting at the dinner table with your head in your hands, your eyes kept flickering to the clock on the stove. you tapped a rhythmless sound on your cheek, watching the numbers change.

5:10.

5:12.

5:17.

5:24… and on and on.

in an attempt to taper down your frustration, you grabbed both the plates and slipped them in the oven to keep the food warm.

you let out a chuckle, because of the irony of course? because right when you put in the plates, grayson is going to come in the door right… now! now? she’s not here.

this simply just doesn’t make sense! grayson is never late, she even says “i leave 4 minutes early to get home at the perfect time for dinner.” what if something happened? what if she went out on an assignment and some… gang of criminals kidnapped her and the other officers? what if somehow she got hurt and is in the hospital at critical condition?! well now you don’t care if you technically worked yourself up, now you had to make sure your wife is okay! you paced back and forth in front of the pink rotary phone, contemplating if you should pick up the phone and turn the dial to call the hospital.

just then, the phone on the way to your ear, you heard the sound of keys fumbling with the lock… and grayson came in. a sheepish, out of breath grin on her face. huge bouquet of buttercups, white peonies and baby’s breath.

the phone fell from your hand as you stood in shock, before running nearly full speed and tackled her. your arms flew around her neck, rocking back and forth as you embraced.

“easy, love—im here, im here. im sorry i worried you, the florist was backlogged with orders, even though i put in the order weeks ago.” grayson lifted the bouquet, explaining everything with a look that said “please forgive me.”

“you… you got these for me? oh, you—!” you sniffled, happy tears welling up. “your lucky i love you!”

and you kissed her, gentle, loving, and overall… happy.

[dear-mimii]

okay but vi is literally so beautiful

[dear-mimii]

medieval au because i'm so normal about them

(prints!)