#Hidden bullseyes

[dropsofsciencenews]

Large Patterns for Hungry Bumblebees

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Imagine being a flower that needs to be pollinated and therefore needs to attract as many pollinators as possible. Now imagine being a bumblebee that, in a short time, must collect nectar from as many suitable flowers as possible. Surely, the bumblebee cannot move randomly among flowers hoping to find the right ones—that would be a waste of energy. At the same time, the flower must develop characteristics that attract specific pollinators.

Until recently, it was thought that bright colors and the scent of nectar were the main causes of pollinator attraction. But there seems to be more to it: hidden bullseyes in flower patterns play a significant role in attracting bees.

How did this discovery come about? Previous research had identified specific transcription factors and enzymes responsible for producing petal pigments and surface textures, but the initial processes that divide the petal epidermis into two distinct regions remained a mystery.

To understand the process, a group of researchers developed a method to dissect, prepare, and observe tiny hibiscus petals under a microscope. They discovered that, in the early stages of development, the petals have about 700 greenish cells, without the typical purple pigmentation and without differences in cell shape or size. As development progresses and the petal reaches 4,000 cells, purple pigmentation is still not visible, but a specific region appears where the cells are larger than their neighbors: this is the pre-pattern. These cells mark the position of the bullseye boundary—the line on the petal where the color changes from purple to white. Without a boundary, there's no bullseye. And without a bullseye? No pollination.

Using computational models, the scientists also discovered that the hibiscus can modify the size of the bullseye very early in the pre-patterning phase by regulating cell expansion or division later in development. This process determines the development of different colored regions, including the purple bullseye that attracts bumblebees.

So, what's the relationship between these essential insects and the hibiscus? Bumblebees have a clear preference for larger bullseyes and were also 25% faster in visiting flowers with larger bullseyes. This preference increases the efficiency of both bees and flowers; flight requires a lot of energy, and if a bumblebee can visit more flowers in less time, it's advantageous for both the insect and the plants.

The precision of natural designs plays a crucial role in the survival and evolution of species. Hibiscus trionum, for example, with larger bullseyes, likely attracts more pollinators, increasing its reproductive success. Species like Hibiscus richardsonii, on the other hand, are considered vulnerable and endangered, perhaps because they have small bullseyes and are less chosen by pollinators. Enhancing our knowledge of these floral patterns can help develop strategies to increase pollinator visits, which is fundamental for the success of crops that depend on pollination.

See you soon and Good Science!

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[weirdlookindog]

"Oh, Sammy, what's the use? Mr. Boogey Man, King of Blood they used to call me. Marx Brothers make you laugh, Garbo makes you weep, Orlok makes you scream"

Boris Karloff as Byron Orlok in Targets (1968)

[tonycries]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRoy73Xq/

nanami hitting critical backshots…?

This was TOO good I had to

Thinking about ratio technique!Nanami who always knows exactly where those hidden sweet spots of yours are. That secret little sensitive area on your neck? He’s already leaving a pretty mark there. Those little bundles of nerves right at the tip of your clit? Well, it’s his favorite place for the pads of his big fingers to draw lewd little circles. Again. And again. And again and again.

Thinking about ratio technique!Nanami who’s always impatient to stuff his thick cock inside your tight cunt. Sure, some rational little part of him knows he should maybe slow down - give you some time to breathe. To think. But, no, despite being such a tolerant man - it’s all he can do to not just bully past that tight ring of resistance. To hit that little target he sees so easily. Sanity dancing further and further away from him with each second his swollen cock isn’t kissing at your poor g-spot. Because he already knows that this’ll be the best part - the part that has you screaming his name loud enough that the neighbors file another noise complaint.

Thinking about ratio technique!Nanami who has to hold himself back. Teeth gritted, veins on his neck popping, brows furrowing with the concentration to not just fucking break you. To hit that sweet bullseye of your g-spot over and over and over until it bruises. Until he’s claiming you from the inside out. One hand under your hips, holding your limp body up closer to his muscled front like some ragdoll, the other wrapped snug around your throat to help push you back onto his unforgiving cock. 

God, would it really be so bad if neither of you made it out of this alive?

Thinking about ratio technique!Nanami who could cum right then and there - paint your gummy walls white - when you’re whirling your hazy eyes over your shoulder. Voice cracking so stupidly at the beginning of your sentence as you whine, “Don’t hold back, Ken–”

[otto-s-alskling]

Poly! Ghoap X Reader Pt. 1

"Tiny Lil Thing"

Seeing small recruits from time to time is a common sight for Ghost and Soap. But when you walked in carrying a sniper gun into the firing range, Soap hitched a breath as he watched you get ready for practice. Couldn't have been more than half his height, you barely reach his chest when you passed him. But he had to admit, you were a goddamn good shoot.

He watched with interest as you hit one bullseye after another before finally walking over and trying to help by adjusting your stance. He didn't remove his hand from the small of your back however and pressed it on you as you shoot, your first hit that didn't land the middle. You side eye him with a glare at Soap and his hand and he immediately lifted his hand and turned around, trying to hide the tent in his pants that formed when he saw you glare. That glare definitely looked familiar.

Ghost was watching at a distance with a hidden smirk, his eyes wandering to that lil tent and well, the lil reason for the tent and he can almost laugh about it. Bet he can even fold you easily and you'd probably glare at him too. Is glaring contest a thing?

It didn't help when at the mess hall and you were eating alone on the table. Simon easily lifted you from the corner of the seat to a middle seat, taking your initial chair and next thing you know, you're sandwiched in between him and Soap. You rolled your eyes, reminding yourself that they're probably just being friendly to the new recruits and transferee. They're not, hun, trust me.

And you were so fucking light. It became a pattern and probably an inside joke. They could just navigate around you in the hallways but nope, hands to the waist, lift, walk around, put down and walk away. Rinse and repeat. The two does it so much to you that it doesn't even faze you after them doing it for a damn week straight. You'd just pause and wait for them to put you down before resuming whatever you're doing. Price watches this with a crinkle in his eye. Thinks it's hilarious and honestly? Quite adorable.

God forbid someone else does it though. Some other recruit tries to lift you as a joke and next thing you know, you're tugged back by Soap and Ghost had the recruit by the collar.

"Hands off her." Three words said gruffly by the masked Lieutenant but the recruit immediately nodded vehemently. Can't blame him for being scared pissed at Ghost.

After that, there's always one of the stuck by you. Ghost says he's just coincidentally there. Soap just smiles. "Just keepin' ya safe, Bonnie. Can't be too sure wit' your size and all."

You take a breather when it was announced in the briefing that the taskforce had a mission and everyone had to go. You thought you can take a break. Just kidding.

[vampwritesstuff]

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩’𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 (1)

a random collection of Ateez fics I have stumbled across and fell in love with. (I am clearly biased towards smau fics)

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OT8/Multiple Members

wonderwall * @atzfilm 💜 (ongoing series)

circus * @lani-heart 💜 (ongoing)

inception * @remedyx (ongoing)

hypothesis (woosan) @woneuntonzz (ongoing smau)

ateez mafia au @softsan (ongoing)

this night together * (yungi) @honeyhotteoks 💜 (ongoing)

the essence of youth is summers with you @eightmakesonebraincell 💜 (oneshot)

divine ruination * @seonghwaddict (ongoing)

blinding lights * (seongjoong) @kpoppers-anonymous (ongoing)

when eight becomes nine @bunnliix (ongoing)

for love of the game * (yunwoo) @kitten4sannie (oneshot)

makes him want to give up his sea legs @yeontantrash 💜 (drabble)

that’s what roommates are for * (yunsanmin) @bro-atz (oneshot)

house of cards @moontyun (ongoing)

incomplete @ldysmfrst (ongoing)

our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom @ eightmakesonebraincell 💜 (oneshot)

Kim Hongjoong

a wild ride * @bombuni (oneshot)

while you were sleeping @ seonghwaddict (oneshot)

when flowers bloom in the dark @makeitmingi (ongoing)

kindergarten love story @xomakara (oneshot)

your gentle hands @yourlocaljonghoe 💜 (oneshot)

Park Seonghwa

the lamb and the wolf * @ seonghwaddict (oneshot)

the way to his heart * @edenesth (completed series)

the stranger in 43b @jae-bummer (oneshot)

i will wait @hwaightme (oneshot)

let me in @ makeitmingi (oneshot)

Jeong Yunho

espresso for two? @xuchiya (oneshot)

music of the heart @noonaishere 💜 (ongoing smau)

empires @peacheeeliz 💜 (completed smau)

hunted: haunting adeline au * @whatudowhennooneseesyou 💜 (oneshot)

let’s start a podcast @mars101 (ongoing smau)

Kang Yeosang

morning glory * @anyamaris (oneshot)

operation: passenger princess @sungbeam 💜 (oneshot)

yeosang & a situationship @yunhoszn (oneshot smau)

oddeleny @songmingisthighs 💜 (completed smau)

Choi San

online/offline @ noonaishere 💜 (ongoing smau)

leave the window open @ sungbeam (oneshot)

hold me @cheeseceli (oneshot)

no hesitation * @daemour (oneshot)

love beyond barriers @catsannie (ongoing smau)

Song Mingi

preying on you tonight * @bvidzsoo (oneshot)

and july @sara-wishes (oneshot)

wave @sorryimananti-romantic (oneshot)

[ 11:45 p.m. ] @mingtinys (timestamp)

hidden flames @imagine-a-life-like-this & @mxnsxngie (ongoing)

save a horse, ride your best friend @ seonghwaddict (oneshot)

Jung Wooyoung

written in the stars @ennysbookstore (ongoing)

247 @yothangie 💜 (ongoing smau)

unexpectedly @dancinglikebutterflywings 💜 (ongoing smau + currently on hiatus/being rewritten)

lover, please stay * @roomsofangel (ongoing)

that and then @halaboyz (oneshot)

plans changed @ dancinglikebutterflywings (oneshot)

bullseye! @lividstar 💜 (oneshot)

let the heart love again @ makeitmingi 💜 (oneshot)

vivrant thing @hwaslayer (ongoing)

i don’t want your sorrys, i want you safe @dvrktvnnel (oneshot + planned part two)

die for me * @jisungchan (oneshot)

Choi Jongho

oh shit, are we in love? * @mingigoo 💜 (oneshot)

thinking about how… @ cheeseceli (drabble)

the pool * @beenbaanbuun (oneshot)

[belle-keys]

there is something just stunning about how freddy managed to hit the bullseye with kaz this season like from his chilling monologue in episode 4 to his packed silences while just looking at inej to the sly humor in “everyone has lost their minds” to his facial expressions when getting the shit beat out of him??? he completely took over the season and aced every hidden kernel of kaz

[temilyrights]

just go with it

melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

summary: reader runs into an old frenemy at the bar and enlists melissa to play her date. hidden feelings are revealed. inspired by the movie just go with it.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: alcohol (beer), swearing, old bully.

a/n: this was so much fun to write! i hope you enjoy <3 i think i included all the warnings but as always pls let me know if i missed anything! if u wanna be added to my taglist just lmk or fill out my form on my masterlist!

The night hadn’t exactly gone to plan, not that you were complaining. The Abbot family were supposed to be celebrating reaching the end of another quarter, even going as far as to select a bar up to Ava’s standards with extravagant cocktails and comfortable booths (but still with a generic enough dart board that Melissa would turn up). Ava had shoot down your usual place saying, “Girl, I’ve got a reputation to uphold and even entering that place would lose me 1K on Instagram,”

However things had immediately started to splinter when Gregory and Janine failed to turn up, still very much in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. And then Barbara had ordered two cocktails which had immediately gone to her head and called Gerald to come and pick her up. Jacob got a text for Avi and ducked out apologetically, Mr Johnson disappeared somewhere, and then Ava declared she couldn’t be seen dead out in only a group of three so she ditched, which meant less than two hours into the night only you and Melissa remained at the bar. 

You’d initially been irritated, having looked forward to a family night out all week. But when Melissa dragged you to the dart board saying “We don’t need ‘em.”, her hand warm in yours and her smile bright. You’d suddenly forgotten every thought you’d ever had.

“Another bullseye for me!” Melissa smirks victorious, dancing as she turns around to face you. “I think that means ya owe me a drink, hon.” 

You roll your eyes, but can’t bring yourself to care that deeply at the sight of the redheads joy. She seems to be having a great time, despite everyone leaving. And you’re determined to soak up every moment of this additional out-of-school Melissa time until she decides to call it a night. 

It feels like a blessing, and the sight of her in a strappy leopard print top with enough cleavage to cause your brain to short circuit when she‘d first arrived definitely didn’t hurt. She looked beautiful with her red curls down past her neck, and her brown leather jacket and red high heels on. Any day now you were gonna get this raging crush under control and not look at Melissa Schemmenti and see the sun, any day… 

…just not today if your traitorous heart had any say. 

“Another of the same?” You ask, nodding towards her beer with a grin on your lips. 

“You betcha.” She shimmies closer to you, her teeth biting into her lip. “And when youse get back we’ll have another game. If you can take the heat.” 

Your face heats up and you force out a laugh to cover up how wildly attractive you find her. You push yourself off the barstool and side step her. “Uh yeah, another game sounds good. I’ll be right back.” You step back, giving her a slightly too tight smile before you run away to the bar. 

So chill Y/N. Wow, excellent game. If she didn’t want you before, I bet she does now.

You groan as you approach the bar, resisting every bone in your body that wants you to slam your head very hard against the bartop to hopefully knock some sense into yourself because that was just plain embarrassing. Instead, you settle on waving down the bartender and ordering two yuengling's. 

They make quick work of your order and you pay and mutter a polite, “Thanks,” before turning away with your drinks, ready to head back to Melissa. Determined to not make a complete fool of yourself this evening. 

“Y/N L/N!” A shrill voice calls and your blood runs cold, “Oh my god, is that really you?” 

Your eyes fall close as you blow out a breath and send a hail mary that maybe, just maybe, that voice won’t be connected to the woman you believe it to be. 

Of course, life doesn’t work like that and when you open your eyes you come face to face with your old college ‘friend’. If a friend meant someone who constantly put you down and had to be better than you at all times. Suddenly the last day of college doesn’t seem long enough ago, god you could’ve gone the rest of your life without seeing this woman and that still wouldn’t have made up for the torment of the three years of friendship with her. 

“Alisha, Hi.” You grimace. “Fancy seeing you here.” 

“I know!” She cackles, “I’d never expect you to be somewhere this close to classy. I remember the dives you loved in college.”

Your smile tightens and you force a humourless laugh. “Well, great to see you Alisha, but I really should be getting back to-”

“No, no, no, come on we must catch up!” She interrupts. She shakes her hair performatively and presents her hand, showing off an obnoxious diamond, “I, of course, got married. My husband is here actually and you must meet him.”

“Congrats, but I really should be getting back to my-” 

“I’m sure your friend won’t mind.” Alisha waves a hand. 

She grabs the hand not holding the two bottles of beer, her face etched with pity. “I noticed you don’t have a wedding band. It’s okay, your time will come.”

You try to shake your hand free, but Alisha’s grip tightens. “Seriously, Y/N, not everyone can be as lucky as-”

“Hey hon, everythin’ alright?” Melissa interrupts, an obvious edge to her voice. Her hand perches on the small of your back as she gives Alisha a once over, and despite the other woman being four inches taller than her, you know Melissa could take her effortlessly. 

Alisha’s eyes widen before melting into a smirk as she extends her hand, “Alisha, Y/N’s closest friend from college.” 

Melissa looks at you before looking back at Alisha and scoffing, “Right.” 

Alisha drops her hand, but doesn’t look disturbed, in fact she looks more excited than you’ve ever seen her, if you exclude that one house party she threw where she got the entire football team to attend and ended up sleeping with the quarterback. 

More than slightly disturbed, you push the beer in Melissa’s direction, “Here, sorry.”

“Thanks, hon.” She accepts the drink, her fingers brushing yours as she does. 

You watch Alisha hungrily eat up the action, and you know what’s gonna happen next before she even opens her mouth. “So, you’re Y/N’s girlfriend?”  

The redhead’s eyes widen, her drink pausing on its way to her mouth. And before she can reject it, and Alisha’s face grows even more victorious in your pathetic aloneness, you jump in and answer. 

“Fiancée, actually.” 

You should be awarded an Emmy for the way you keep your face straight and don’t cringe as both Melissa and Alisha swing around to face you. 

“I left my ring at home,” You roll your eyes. “She only popped the question recently. Haven’t quite got used to wearing it yet.” 

“Really?” Alisha questions, eyes narrowing. “Well now you must join my husband and I for drinks. We can toast to the newlyweds and newly-engaged.” 

She grabs your hand, pulling you away before you can protest again. You look back at Melissa, silently begging for help, but she just watches you with an arched brow and smirk before she takes a long sip from her beer and saunters after you.

Alisha doesn’t release her grip until you reach the booth in the corner of the bar. Her husband, an even taller man, presumably quite handsome if you’re into that sort of thing - but in your opinion quite boring looking - sits scrolling on his phone and nursing what looks like a whiskey sour. 

“Honey, I found some friends.” She says, sitting down beside her husband. “This is my best friend from college Y/N, and her fiancée…oh,” Alisha tips her head, smiling widely “In all that excitement I didn’t get your name.” 

Melissa doesn’t respond, instead signalling you to slide in the booth first so she can be on the end. 

“It’s Melissa,” You respond, ignoring the redhead’s dark look for sharing her personal information. 

“Traitor,” She mumbles quietly into your ear, her breath hot. 

You roll your eyes, even as you struggle to breath properly. If she’d saved you when she had the chance you wouldn’t be in this situation. 

“What a lovely name,” Alisha gushes, and you don’t need to turn to see Melissa’s glare.

Alisha drops her head to her husband's shoulder, who wraps his arm around her back with a boy-ish grin, “And this is my husband, Victor.” 

“Ladies, nice to meet you.” 

You force a smile and take a long sip from your beer. 

“I was just saying to Y/N how funny it is running into her.” Alisha laughs, “We’re only in Philadelphia because the jet needed to refuel. It was not part of our plan,” She rolls her eyes, “Honestly, can you imagine living here?” 

“What’s wrong with Philly?” Melissa challenges, eyes narrowing

“I’m just saying it wouldn’t be my first choice.” She waves her hand, like she hasn’t said anything offensive. “Victor and I live in California, but we’re heading to Paris because this one’s talking at a convention for dentists.” 

“Wow, impressive.” You nod politely.

“You ended up here?” She asks, pity evident in her tone. 

“I chose here. I love Philly. I’ve got an amazing teaching job and an amazing group of friends. It’s a really good community.” You say seriously. There were some things Alisha could make you feel insecure about, but Philly was never going to be one of them. You were happy with your life. 

“And your fiancée, right?” She challenges, “How long have you been together?” 

Melissa’s arm wraps around your waist and she tugs you tightly into her side. You try not to let the surprise at the action show on your face. 

“Two years. Known each other for three through. She swooped in and saved me when the kids were drivin’ me mad and kinda hasn’t stopped since.” 

Your heart flutters as you stare at Melissa from beneath your lashes, warmth settling in your chest. You know the exact moment she’s talking about, it’s the first time you properly met, about a month into teaching at Abbott. You’d heard the commotion coming from her classroom while your first-graders were in music class, and had popped your head next door - just to check - and found a clearly stressed out redhead trying to control a large class of second and third graders. 

You’d made your way in, with a calm “How can I help?”. Melissa had just thrusted worksheets at you and pointed towards the third-graders. From then on you popped in to help whenever you had a free lesson, and if it meant staying later to catch up on lesson planning you decided it was worth it, especially as it led to one of your favourite friendships.

“You have kids?” Victor asks. “I love kids.” 

“No, teacher. We work together.” 

“Oh, that makes sense. Y/N was never one to have much of a social life outside of her work.” Alisha rolls her eyes, “Of course she’d have to meet her partner at her place of work too. She never had much luck when it came to dating, always so alone.” She juts out her bottom lip patronisingly. 

“I dated.” You defend, “I just happened to put my studies first, which was the whole point of being at college.” 

Alisha nods and takes a sip from her drink. Your eyes narrow at her. You don’t realise your hand has tightened into a fist until Melissa pulls it into her lap and begins gently caressing your knuckles, slowly coaxing it open again. 

Victor’s phone rings, an obnoxious beeping sound that shocks you enough that your hand pulls away from Melissa’s. You miss the touch instantly, wanting to reach back but knowing you shouldn’t. 

“Oh sorry girls, I should take this.” 

“He gets lots of important calls.” Alisha supplies proudly, as she slides out of the booth to let her husband out. Melissa lifts her brows, shooting you a look of disbelief and you struggle not to laugh.

They stand together beside the table. Victor drops his forehead to Alisha’s and inhales deeply. “Your beauty, your drive, your wit.” He breathes dramatically.

Alisha hums, “Your intelligence, your thirst, your strength.” 

Their nose’s rub together, and you swear your soul leaves your body as you watch them open mouthed in disbelief. You turn to Melissa whose face is screwed up in outright disgust. 

Alisha sits back down, a content smile on her face. “It’s something we do whenever the other person leaves. Say what we love most about each other.” 

“You really ain’t from Philly, huh?” Melissa laughs, taking a long sip from her beer. 

“You guys should try it.” 

“I ain’t doing-” 

“I don’t think-” Melissa and you both start to say at the same time.

“Not everyone can do it.” Alisha waves. 

Your eyes narrow and Melissa puts down her beer. 

“You know what, we’ll do it now.” You say, determined. 

Melissa smirks, eyes bright with challenge as she looks between you and Alisha. “Sure thing, hon.” 

“Okay, just look into each other’s eyes and say three things you love most about each other.”

You turn to face Melissa, knee’s brushing against hers. You blow out a breath, suddenly nervous looking at her this closely. Her green eyes hold your gaze, a reassuring smile on her face and it helps you steel yourself. 

“Okay. Uh, I love how much you care about the kids.” You start, easy, honest, tame. “You do so much for them, more than anyone even realises. But they love you so much. You’re a phenomenal teacher. You’ve got such a beautiful heart, even if you do try to keep it hidden.”

Melissa listens to you with soft eyes, a wet chuckle breaking from her lips.

“It’s not even just the kids. The things you do for Barbara, Janine, Me. You are extraordinary. I see how much you care, I see your kindness.” The words flow from your lips, the truth that you should probably keep hidden. 

She scoffs, shaking her head, “I ain’t that soft.” 

“I love how safe you make me feel.” Your breath shakes as Melissa’s eyes widen. God too much, too honest, but maybe she’ll just think you’re selling the lie and won’t know just how true every word coming from your lips is.

“Whenever something happens you’re the person I want to find. And you just know how to make it better. Before you, I never needed someone else, but now I literally…I just, I don’t know, I gravitate towards you. When I’m with you I just know everything is going to be okay. I feel safe, like together we could take on anything.” 

“I wouldn’t let anythin’ happen to you.” She smiles gently. 

Your heart stutters, “And your smile, god that smile.” It makes you soar, you can’t breath as words spill from your lips, “I love it. I look forward to lunch everyday because I know I get to see that smile. Your smile starts my day, and everytime I get to see it I feel like I’m doing something right.” 

She stares at you and you clear your throat, breaking your gaze. “And that's three.”  

Melissa grabs your hands, her fingers stroking your knuckles, prompting your eyes to return back to hers. “My turn.” 

You nod silently, unable to speak as you watch the women in front of you. Heart pounding. 

“I love your company. No matter my mood, it’s good. You’re just nice to have around. Whether I’m cookin’ for you, we’re drinkin’, or we’re stressin’ out over work. It’s fun with you.” She shrugs with a shy smile.

You grin. God your heart can’t take this. It still pounds and you can’t differentiate between truth and lie. She sounds so honest, eyes so gentle and you desperately want to fall in and believe every single word leaving her lips. 

“You’re stupidly generous too and I love you for it, even if it makes me wanna hit ya sometimes.” 

She rolls her eyes and you both chuckle. 

“You say I have a good heart, but I watch the way you keep giving to everyone around you without expecting anythin’ in return. You’re always offering to cover a lesson or lunch shift, even though I know it means you’re staying at school later to catch up on lesson plans.” 

You shift, you really hadn’t thought she’d noticed. “It’s nothing really.” 

“It’s somethin’. You’re good. Like, actual good, and you don’t find that often.” 

Your eyes soften, tears threatening to pool as you itch to reach out and pull her in, kiss her. 

“And you know what else I love? Your eyes.” She nods, with a shining smile. “When they catch the light? Stunnin’. They are so expressive, always shining, sayin’ things even if you don’t.” 

You draw in a sharp breath, eyes locked with hers. Wondering maybe if-

“I won a competition for the most beautiful eyes.” Alisha’s piercing voice interrupts. You jolt away from Melissa, having entirely forgotten about the other women’s presence. 

“I’m pretty sure I’d still win if you entered. No offence, Y/N.” She laughs shrilly. 

You drain the last of your beer, your chest still tight and your bearings off. 

Melissa snaps. “Alright, I’m done. I dunno if your parents were too nice to you as a kid or didn’t tell you they loved you enough but either way I don’t care. You ain’t speaking to my girl like that anymore, especially if you think your ugly ass fake contacts in any way compare to her stunnin’ fuckin’ eyes.” 

Alisha’s face finally falls. 

“So goodbye, we’re leavin’. And you and your guy can get the hell out of Philly fast before I find someone to jack your dang car.” She grabs your hand, fingers entwined with yours and tugs you from the booth with her. 

You laugh, feeling lighter the further away you get from the gobsmacked women you left behind. Melissa weaves you between people and out the bar, not letting go of your hand until you're safely outside and the door has shut behind you. 

“That was…” You look at the redhead, shaking your head and grinning, your entire body buzzing. “God, I just…”

She chuckles, her hand landing on your waist. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Her other hand digs into her back pocket pulling out her phone, “I’ll call a cab.” 

Your heart thunders. Your hand reaching for her chin bringing her face back to yours. She’s so close…. “You are extraordinary.” 

Her cheeks pink as she tries to shrug off your touch, “Y/N,”

“No.” You breathe, bringing her back to look at you. Your gaze falls to her red painted lips, your chest tightens. And you know you could let go, step back and you’d both pretend this moment had never happened, but you don’t want to. 

You want to lean in and kiss those pretty lips. Finally say fuck the point of no return. Because all the fears and risks that were keeping you from plunging in all seemed irrelevant when your body felt this alive. 

It’s like you’d finally woken you and you knew you didn’t want to go another day without kissing Melissa Schemmenti. 

You lean in. Melissa’s shaky breath expelling against your lips before she meets yours. Tentative at first, once, twice, three times, before her hand fists into your shirt and yours moves to her hair, and then a moan is pulled from her lips and your gone. Frantic and heated you devour each other. Her phone is roughly shoved into your back pocket so she can paw at your ass and then she’s walking you back into the wall. Her body is finally flush against yours and you gasp in delight as you drown in the sensation, unable to think clearly as you passionately kiss her.

When you finally separate, you’re both breathing heavily, foreheads resting against each other. Melissa’s lipstick is a mess, her lips swollen, and you think she’s never looked more beautiful. 

“Ya mess.” She tuts affectionately, breathing still broken as she reaches out to wipe her lipstick from your lips. 

“And who’s fault is that?” You chuckle, grinning like a fool. 

She rolls her eyes and you want to kiss the expression off her face. You lean in to do just that, but she steps back, her eyes shifting away from you. 

“Hon,” She shakes her head, finally wiping the lipstick off from around her own mouth. 

A pit lands in your stomach, panic coursing through your body. No. You’ve come this close. You weren’t losing her now. 

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel this too.” 

She looks at you, eyes soft and pained, “‘Nd you can’t want this.” 

“Did you not hear a word I said in there?” You ask incredulously. “God, Mel, all of that. Every single word. I meant that.” 

“You meant it?” She questions, unsure. 

You shrug, vulnerable, exposed. “Of course. How could I not? You’re the best person I've ever met.” 

She scoffs, wet, stumbling forward back into your arms. “Fuck you.” She murmurs and captures your lip. You expect it to be harsh and heated, but she’s so gentle and slow, her lips tenderly moving against yours like you’re something to be treasured and if she pushes too hard you might break. 

You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek lovingly when you separate. She watches you in awe, eyes so gentle and you’ve never felt so content in your life. 

“I meant everythin’ too.” She confesses.

You grin and press a quick peck to her lips. “I had my suspicions.” 

She rolls her eyes, “Whatever. You wanna actually get out of ‘ere?” 

You laugh, “Yes, please.” 

“Leftovers and beers at mine?”

You hum in delight, not missing the way Melissa’s eyes darken, her eyes dropping to your lips. “That sounds perfect. And watch something on Netflix?” 

“Whatever you want, hon.” She responds, dragging her gaze away. “I’ll call a cab now.”

She takes a couple steps away, to make the call and you unashamedly watch her the entire time. Your eyes taking in her figure and lingering on her ass. Because, hey, who can blame a girl. 

It was Melissa goddamn Schemmenti. 

Your teeth pulling at your bottom lip, do nothing to suppress your grin.

I guess you really might have to thank everyone in Abbott for leaving tonight if this was the result. 

You weren’t quite a big enough person to thank Alisha. 

You would have gotten there without her.

Eventually.

taglist: @aburman03

[strawberymilku]

Checkmating You

featuring: Jing Yuan x Fem!Reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers troupe, kinda vanilla sex, semi-public, oral receiving, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: wow, wow i didn't knw blade and danheng smut would get a lot of notes, tysm for tht. he's my first 5*, and forever has my heart. its basically friends to lover, and jy being freaky deaky on the chess board, wink wink.

word count: 3.9k

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"Yeah I will win this time," she replied, organizing the chess pieces, she looked rather calm, unlike the other times, she was so mad that she wiped all the chess pieces off the table in rage because she hates to lose over her friend, Jing Yuan, the general of Xianzhou Luofu. She sipped her tea, coming up with a strategy in her head.

Jing Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle at her determination, picking up his own hand of pieces. He took a sip of his tea, his eyes narrowing as he studied her body language and tried to understand the strategy she was planning. He raised an eyebrow playfully. “You sure? Because I know that look you’ve got…” He paused for a moment before breaking apart the silence. “I’ve got something up my sleeve this time. You won’t be so sure you’ll win this time.”

"How sure are you, that I won't win this time?" her eyes shifted boringly into his golden ones, moving the pawn two steps forward, she won’t lose this time, for sure.

“Pretty sure…” he replied with a yawn, his eyes glinting mischievously. She could tell he wasn’t lying.

“You think that pawn’s going to save you?” the general asked, almost mocking her. This time, his hands were hidden underneath the table as he moved each piece strategically.

“I’m feeling more ruthless this time,” he continued, his eyes narrowing on her while she made her next move. 

She made the left knight move forward, eyes looking up to see his reaction and focus on the board. She rather not talk to give herself a mysterious appearance.

His golden eyes narrow as he takes note of her move.  The general's face remained stoic as he moved his pawn forward to keep it in check. His smirk shifted into a small smile as he glanced at her eyes, studying them. "Hmm... not too bad," he says, his lips tilting upwards, she just reminded him of when they were teenagers, and how silly that he used to have a crush on her.

The general moved one of his rooks forward, and they exchanged glances again. He seemed to be analyzing her every move and thinking ahead, his heart thumped more when he stole a few looks at her determined face. 

"I have a question, how come you're not married yet?" she brought up another sensitive topic, she knew how to tick him off as she moved the right side of her knight forward. It was too much for Jing Yuan to double-check if he heard her correctly and if she was really asking about his marital status.

Jing Yuan shifted his eyes up to hers, and she could see how the general was thrown off just as she expected.

"Why is that a topic of interest?" he asked, his voice even and steady as he moved his rook to a good position. She was trying to throw him off his game for sure.

"No, it's funny how you are popular, and yet you're single, aren't you close to your thirties?" she spoke as if time was a warning, she waited for him to finish his move.

"Popularity and romantic relationships aren't correlated," the man said in a calm voice, avoiding the question about his single-ness entirely. It was true that he was popular, and many women had an interest in him, but he seemed to prefer being alone.

He moved his knight forward, but then looked back at her, his voice slightly lowering. "Are you asking because you're interested in me?"

She never knew that question would backfire on her, she furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head. She was obviously blushing from the unexpected question from her one true friend, she cleared her throat to maintain her composure, with a simple ‘no’.

‘Bullseye’, he tilted his head back before chuckling and his voice in a husk, leaning in towards her slightly. "Maybe I should ask another question in return. Why are you blushing all of a sudden?" he seemed to know how to play with her strings, leaning in a little closer, making eye contact with her.

"I-uh, let's just finish the game shall we?" she cleared her throat once more as she could sense his breath so closely towards her, throwing her off, he indeed made her lose words and for a moment she forgot what strategy she was using for chess. He has the upper hand here, of course. He is Jing Yuan.

The general can't help but smile lightly. She was flustered. There was a silence between them before he spoke up again.  "I take it that means you lied about not being interested?" his eyes weren’t on the board, his eyebrow raising suggestively as his fingers tapped the table playfully, patiently waiting for her answer.

"What?!" she looked up at him. "N-no way, I only see you as a friend," she started stuttering, she knew he was playing his psychological tricks on her. She already fumbled on the chess moves, making a grave mistake.

Minutes passed by, and the general was enjoying seeing her get nervous and flustered. He had her all to himself, and he was going to take advantage of the situation while he had it. “Checkmate,” he was smugged with his tactics. The girl was left speechless, she looked so hot and bothered, she didn’t like losing like this again, was he playing with her feelings this time too?

“Then… what’s with the blushing?” asked Jing Yuan, leaning forward as if he was going in for a kiss, his breath grazing her lips. It was only just a centimetre apart.

"No, no it's the weather obviously-" her words were cut off with a kiss, really? Right in front of the game?

He had made his move, not the chess, he couldn’t lose her like he lost his chance before; he never really cared about playing chess with her, it was the time he enjoyed with her. He kissed her, enjoying the feeling of their lips meeting and the surprise that crossed her expression.

He pulled away after a magical moment between them, smiling down at her. "You didn't seem very interested a moment ago," he whispered into her ears, leaning his forehead against hers.

She knew he put her in a cupid’s chokehold, she covered her face out of embarrassment, red spreading across her cheeks, it was time. Time to confess all the feelings they had suppressed for years: 

"Yeah, I like you. A lot, since we were teenagers," she admitted with a blurt, not daring to look into his powerful eyes.

Jing Yuan's lips curved upward into a small smile. Actually, it was the real checkmate he was aiming for earlier, his breath tickling her ear. "You have feelings for me? Really?" he whispered, one of his hands coming up to rest against her cheek. He was genuinely surprised at how this love game turned out.

"I, I do, I thought it was impossible so I tried to move on.." she coughed up all the words finally, she had been holding, gazing into his golden eyes. 

"You thought it was impossible to love *me*?" he asks with a light smile, his eyebrows creasing together curiously.

He didn’t seem to understand why she thought it was impossible to love him, but the general took in her reaction. Her eyes are so soft, and her blush is so adorable. How could he possibly refuse her?

He shifted his seat closely before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him.

As he looked deeply into her eyes, "How could you think it was impossible? My entire being and heart belongs to you," the general whispered like sugar was a thing before he ate just now, his eyes beginning to shine in the dim lighting of the courtyard.

"Not like. *Really* like. You're not just a good friend or my best friend to me..." Jing Yuan spoke in a softer tone, still hugging her in his broad shoulders, his voice barely escaping his lips.

"Would you like to be my love and my other half? I want to care for you, protect you, and love you till the end of my days... and beyond," Jing Yuan finally had the urge to confess and asked her out, his heart pounding in his chest, as he waited for her reply.

"I would love to become your lover..I want to nurture you and support you and love you until my days end.." she said in the sentence with more boldness, it is time, Time that they develop this relationship more extremely matter.

He liked that answer, how much she was giving in towards his proposal. His face brightened like a warning sun to her response, his smile growing wider than ever. The general's heart pounded in his chest rapidly, and his eyes were on her lips. This was a moment he's been waiting for since they were teenagers.

"You'll be my lover? Is that a yes?" the general asked again, wanting confirmation before he pulled her into another kiss. 

"Yes.." she replied, leaning her face closer towards his lips, as their lips collided together like two worlds bonded. It was just him and her, them against the world. The background noises of sparrows didn’t seem to be in the picture or the sound of the waterfall at their back. 

Their lips moved in unison, not hiding their feelings away, his hands wrapping around her. He pulled her even closer, wanting each piece of her to be pressed against him. They kissed passionately - neither wanted to let go easily for now...

Their lips didn't break away from one another for a long time, even though it was probably quite late. He had always known he loved this woman, and now, finally, he could call her his lover. 

He wanted to claim her, no he needed to claim her

Hence, he went feral for his desire for her. Their kiss suddenly became a hot mess, as Jing Yuan placed her on the large chessboard, not even wiping the pieces away, 

"Jing Yuan?!" she gasped as he made her lay down on the huge board with some of the pieces remaining on the board, he had been longing to do this whenever they played chess. He wanted to claim her as his, right on the board, he had been holding his patience as it was wearing thin.

“Nothing,” the general replied nonchalantly, his voice thickened with desire and as he leaned closer towards his body.

He placed one hand on her cheek, another hand pinning her wrist to the board for a moment, kissing her for a few seconds, his eyes looking down at her in pure adoration - wanting her. His other hand travels down her neck, gliding her collarbone, and down to her thigh, where his hand finally rested.

Kisses weren’t enough, his breath was getting closer to hers. His hands move to touch her, exploring her body, but he pulls away for a moment to give her a chance to respond. “Is this too fast? *Can I have you right here, right now?*” begging for her permission to please her right on the chessboard.

"N-no, go on.." she looked pretty on the chess board with the chess pieces lying around in his eyes, a body sculpted to look beautifully aligned with the other chess pieces, her breaths hitched on his neck, making him go crazy with her warm vanilla scent, he wished to smell further.

The general whispered into her ear, his breath brushing against it and making her warm. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, letting the moment sink in as he moved in to kiss her again, bruising her soft red lips with his rough ones.

His lips met her neck as he parted away from the gentle kisses, and his hands slowly began to glide up her arms. He wanted to take her shirt off, but he still wanted to make sure she was comfortable for a while. But the general is losing control of his thoughts - his desire for her is growing out of control. 

He couldn’t control himself as blood rushed between his thighs, she was so beautiful enough to want to claim her right on the chessboards, she was his wildest dream.

"You're my queen, you know that?" he replied putting the queen piece in her mouth, making her bite on it. "Good, I will now make you feel like one," his hands were touching her whole body, ready to please her, as a queen should be treated right.

He made her the queen in more than one way, and Jing Yuan loved every second of it. 

He couldn't help but touch her and kiss her neck, he wanted to worship her. He wanted to be devoted to his Queen. His lips nibbled on her neck, with a red mark, his voice filling her with admiration and want. 

A king needs his queen on the board, doesn’t he?

Jing Yuan didn't even care anymore that they were outside in a public area. Not that Lieutenant Yanqing would intrude right now, he was off to a prolonged mission to chase the Stellaron Hunters, and he let the prisoner escape on purpose just for this moment.

The general leaned down, his breath on her neck making her skin feel hot. "Are you... okay with this?" he asks calmly, as his lips move to kiss her neck marking her, he was strong enough to tear up her clothing with ease, ripping them apart, they were covering her beauty indeed.

He gasped as he took a moment of appreciation for her curvy body, naked, he loved every part of it. His lips pressed on her chest, kissing it with each praise, the general taking his time to make sure she was comfortable with him. “Your skin is so soft, my love,” he whispered after kissing her stomach too, showering with every possible kiss until his hands reached her soaked-up panties.

The heat on her skin quickly gets intense, and the general's fingers begin to gently touch her wet folds, rubbing her nub making the queen piece she was biting, fall out of her mouth as he rubs against her wet slick, making the sloppiest noises and a moan escaping from her lips.

“So wet, for me, maybe it’s true you have feelings for me, yes?” he chuckled near her ears with a coy tone, prepping her entrance with her juicy coat on his double digits of fingers. “Can I have your taste, queen?” he was such a gentleman for wanting to please her, pushing in her wet cunt, in and out with a pace upwards, his fingers could feel her velvet walls tightly.

“And so tight for me, I can’t wait to feel that on my cock,” his lips let out a few moans, ramming her tight hole, taking his two sloppy fingers, licking the white liquid on his hand, admiring as if it was an artwork he has done on her, tasting every drop of it.

“You taste nice as well, I think I want more~” he teased as he spread her thighs with the force he had on her, “Please?” he demanded if she wanted more as well, giving a peck on the thighs, looking at her hungrily. He literally wanted to eat her right away, like a wolf, pouncing on his prey. His golden orbs glistened, waiting for her pleas. 

“Y-yes, general. I want you to taste me too,” her breaths became heavier, and there was embarrassment still written on her face, therefore, he placed his head between her thighs, kissing all her wet folds, licking her up, tasting the hot liquids melting on his tongue, pleasing her as much as he wanted. 

The boner in his pants grew further, hot pre-cum leaking out of his underwear, as he let out a growl, licking her sensitive bud aggressively, he looked up for a while to pause if she was having a moment of her life as well, with a smug look. He is indeed, doing a good job in giving pleasure towards his queen. God, he couldn’t wait to prove how much love he has for you.

“Would you want me to continue more, my queen?” he gave a teasing look, and she couldn’t help but give a pathetic whiney noise, saying yes and please, with moans in between, sometimes, his name as well, which turns him on, his cock was absolutely aching for her touches, but he has to be patient somehow, there is no way he could hurt her if he didn’t prep her enough, he resumed his eating out activity by abusing her clit, circling on it, fingers inside deep inside her, moving in a vigorous movement, that earns more higher pitch whines and pants from her throat. 

She was a literal hot mess for him to claim him, just for her. He couldn’t maintain further, he had to do something more that than. “May I?” he unbuckled his military white pants, right away, the monster dick full of veins and heat, sprung out from his black boxers. 

There is no way this thing could fit inside, yet he knows. Does he even care if it would fit in? No? The look on her face was priceless, seeing his huge cock for the first time, which amused the general. 

“Any questions, love?” he let out a few manly chuckles, not surprised how surprised she looked right now, giving his large dick a few pumps from his hands, pre cum still oozing out from the tip, dripping on the wooden board she was placed on. 

“No way, no way that will fit in me,” she shook her head, still amazed at the size of his shaft. 

“Oh, yes, yes it will, just relax, beautiful,” his words were comforting, as her back eased up on the wooden chessboard, listening to the general’s words like an obedient pet.

He played on her folds with his tip a few times, wanting her to beg for it, edging her wildest pleasure by placing his tip against the clit several times. But it was an unexpected swift move, as he obviously, entered her tight wall in one pace, stretching deep into her warm pussy. He felt proud as a loud moan was filled across the area, it would be enough for the cloud knights to know what they were up to. “God, you are so warm, love,” he did give her time to adjust to his gigantic size, which let out a grunt, kissing her lovingly, showering her face with kisses, by cupping her cheeks, giving her time as much as she needs, so she could be distracted from the sudden pain. “I-I” the female tried to catch some breath, “I think I’m ready,” she exhaled softly, wrapping her arms around his back, feeling every inch deepening into her warm cunt, his tip almost kissing her cervix a few times, he began to move slowly, but sensually, she could feel herself wrapped around his cock. 

His thrusts were slow and romantic. “My queen, you feel so good, I can’t get enough,” he let out a few moans, kissing her lips again, praising how warm she was, pumping his dick into her tight walls, feeling every part of her cunt clenching on his wrapped up dick. He could cum in any second, but he has his own policy: she must cum and feel satisfied before him.

The gentleman, put his hands on the chessboard to adjust his position further, sweat dripping on her body and on the chessboard, the place smelt like a mix of their scents, sweat and sex, he growled as he could feel her cervix, he went over and over again to the sweet spot, kissing it with his tip, earning more moans from his queen.

She looked very beautiful at that moment, hair spreading across the board, under him, vulnerable from his unfaded desires of wanting to fuck her until her body squealed in pleasure, the place was filled with filthy noises from their sex, pressing on her cunt with sloppier noises, his base of his cock, slapping her skin with a different pace, he was going faster. “You can take my cock, pretty well right?” he asked more questions, wiping the sweat across her forehead, not stopping his fastening motions while she moaned more with immense lust. “Yes, general. I can take it in well for you,” her voice was getting hoarse, praising him like an Aeon she needed to worship and give her everything to him. He kissed her lips once again, his hands on her waist so he could get better access in slamming his cock again, this time, abusing her cervix. “I want to fill you up, queen,” he confessed his filthy sins in her ear, giving a playful bite at the end. This man knew how to come with his words, he wasn’t even pausing his merciless thrusts, making her stomach turn into butterflies and her guts tightening from every praise. 

She gripped his back, fingers deep in his skin, Jing Yuan doesn’t mind the little pain, he received on his bare skin, it was too little to compare to how much ecstasy he has been having while fucking her raw, feeling every part of his desires fulfilled by his one and only. “Cum for me, queen. I want to make you feel good, I should be the only man you could please you well,” he was demanding, as his movements weren’t stoppable, the girl was getting more of his love, and he wanted to show her what she was missing out for years. “Ahh, Jing Yuan, I’m close,” she panted as her warm breath tickled on his neck, there he felt her hole orgasming, spasming on his cock, before he didn’t even come inside her. She doesn’t really care how her back was hurt from the hard board, she just wanted him at this very moment. “Good job,” he helped her catch her breaths, wiping the sweat, admiring how he made her feel good with his dick. “But I must first, do my part as well,” he continued rolling his hips, deepening inside her hole again, dick twitching and aching from cumming inside her. White liquids started to fill her post-orgasm insides, arriving after her pleasure, there was a burning sensation in her womb. He finally let out a few satisfied moans, saying her name like a prayer, as if she were the drug he took this morning. “You are so beautiful like this,” he bent over after he took out his cock, admiring the masterpiece of finishing her up. “I love you,” he kissed her forehead gently, whispering on the chessboard. “I love you too,” she replied lovingly, falling in love deeper into his golden eyes, putting his white strands away from his face, and pulling him in her embrace.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽ ☆ ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ “Master Jing Yuan, the board seemed to be so wet, did Y/N rage again and spill tea on it?” the innocent Yanqing happened to be the one playing after her, touched the board and the queen piece was still missing from the board on the general's side.

It made the general recall the memories she had with him together, making him giggle like a maiden falling in love. “Ask Y/N that for later,” 

Yanqing just gave a weird look not sure what was going on but he knew after that chess play, the two friends both had become lovers instead.

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[stars-tonight]

SCARS TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL (FT. LEO VALDEZ)

synopsis: leo always comes to you when he burns himself, and you’re starting to get kind of sick of it. fluff, child of apollo!reader, takes place after HoO

word count: 439

“you’ve gotta stop being so reckless,” you grumble, when you see your boyfriend heading toward you with a sheepish smile on his face.

“sorry,” he offers, but you know he’s not sorry.

you wave him off, lowering your bow and placing your previously-notched arrow back into your quiver. “where is it this time?”

he holds up his arm. a fresh new burn is glaring at you from the inside of his wrist. you sigh. yes, leo is technically fireproof, but that doesn’t mean spending all day wrapped in tendrils of flame leaves him unharmed. sometimes when he’s tired or distracted, he’ll slip up and accidentally burn himself. he always comes to you when he gets a particularly bad one--you can fix him right up, he says. but some of them leave scars, and you can tell this one today will.

“don’t spend all your free time in the bunker,” you say, touching his wrist. immediately, the affected area cools, and leo sighs contentedly. “every time we don’t have assigned activities, you’re hidden away there. you should be polishing your other skills too. i’d like to see you try canoeing one of these days.”

“polishing my other skills? is that why you apollo kids spend all of your free time shooting arrows?” he shoots back. and gods damn him, you can’t argue with that.

“you really should stop getting hurt, you know,” you mutter, dropping his wrist. “i can heal it, but they leave scars sometimes. case in point.”

he hums in acknowledgement, studying his new scar. “all these scars make it look like i’ve been been through war,” he agrees.

"you have been through war, leo. . ." you brush some of his hair out of his face.

he shrugs. “they take away from my handsomeness. that's not good.”

you roll your eyes--is that even a word?--but kiss the stupid guy anyway. “i couldn’t care less about how the scars affect your ‘handsomeness���, leo. not like they do anyway. i just don’t want you to get hurt.”

you render him speechless for a few seconds. he’s never had anyone care about him quite like this before. he blinks slowly, before a smirk crosses his face. “so you think i’m handsome?”

you roll your eyes again. leave it to leo to make a joke out of anything. but you can’t deny that he is pretty. even if he has scars all over his body from long days in the bunker. especially because he has scars all over his body from long days in the bunker.

“yeah,” you admit, picking up your bow again and preparing to shoot another bullseye. “you’re beautiful regardless.”

A/N: my first pjo fic! i’m sorry if the title misled anyone but the whole thing didn’t really have anything to do with the lyrics of the song lol, i just liked the name

[nanaloopsy]

simon ‘ghost’ riley, who’s got a twice broken nose, the slope of his nose slightly crooked from healing hidden underneath his mask - he spoke like he had a stuffy nose for a while but it didn’t sound so unusual when he wore his balaclava.

it doesn’t make it any less kissable when you press a kiss to the spot between his eyes.

simon ‘ghost’ riley, with the most obnoxious eye bags. who when you ask “have you ever had a good nights sleep?” is quick to respond with a curt, “once or twice.”

you notice they are almost tinted purple against his pale skin once the eye black is discarded. he’s really ghostly, you notice now. if the call sign fits!

simon ‘ghost’ riley, peppered in moles that your plush lips find themselves itching to kiss. they make him look more dainty than he’d ever be.

one placed by the gods right along his jaw, unnoticed by anyone other than your intent study of the man. you can place a kiss on it - bullseye, without having to see it.

bonus! songs that are ghostie coded 2 me!!

western nights by ethel cain, vore by sleep token, hypnosis by sleep token, still take you home by attic monkeys, CIRCLE BY FLYLEAF!!!!!

[foolish-clown]

Dancing in the Dark

A/N: Got an early finish from work and my brain said do the thing.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

The shadow to her light, standing back as she lights up for all to see. You weren't a secret, not quite, and yet you thrived under the hidden smiles and knowing touches.

Idol!Karina x Back-upDancer!Reader

Your lungs burn with a familiar fire; adrenaline guiding your stamina through the motions.

Lasers danced up your body with sporadic bursts of energy, the stage beneath your feet vibrating with a unified excitement that was shared by the crowd.

Sweat was slightly coating your skin, strands of hair beginning to stick around the expanse of your forehead.

You were exhausted, and yet you've never felt so alive.

The roar from the fans that had come tonight had only gotten more hyped with each hour that passed, hoarse throats doing little to squander the primal need to encourage and adore.

There have been a few times where you've had to squish down an exhilarated smile, to undo the curve of your lips and place professionalism back in control.

You couldn't help it, especially during parts of certain choreography a certain someone would face you and make such unhinged expressions to test your control.

Damn Yu Jimin and her Master's Degree for making you laugh.

The one time you did slip, you couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad, not with the pure delight that sparkled in her eyes for the brief second she had before needing to turn around again.

Sometimes -- perhaps in your delusional mind -- it was like the two of you were dancing together. That each light surrounding the space was but a star in the void of space.

It was a thought that didn't play often, kind of hard to with Spicy being belted out by the four idols in front of you, but it was one that occurred enough to make it stick out within your mind.

It was easy for you to love your job to begin with, but those little moments, when she makes it feel like it's just the pair of you -- it just makes you truly appreciate what you had.

Karina made it so easy to love her, and despite the moments of shared banter, you always made sure to let her know just how much she's truly appreciated.

And even now, with the last song coming to an end, you watch as she continues to give it her all for every single person who had come out to see them that night.

- - - - - - - - - - ☆ - - - - - - - - - -

Sometimes, depending on how the night went, the sizzle and spark stays strong even as you're all changing back into normal attire.

Well, for most people, Winter looks more than ready to crash on a soft bed for the next 5 years.

There's a part of you that feels for her, after all your own mucles feel like they're only moments away from liquefying.

But then the idea of drinks and food are brought up to celebrate a night well done, and the chorus of cheers from all members of staff easily drown out a singular tired whine.

You catch Karina's eyes on you from the other end of the room, her smile one of silent adoration that never fails to awaken the slumbering butterflies lying dormant in your chest.

You will never deny the urge to be closer, and so before you know it the distance has decreased within nothing but a flurry of rapid movements.

"You did well today," you say upon approach, loving the way she reaches out to intertwine a pinky with your own.

"So did you."

A grin tugs at your lips, and you tilt your head in a way that lets her know she's about to be enticed into a battle of bants. "How do you know? I'm behind you for maybe... 90% of the time."

She attempts to mimic the expression on your face, but one side of her mouth extends way too far, "because it's you, so I know you did well."

Bullseye. There was no winning when she's so genuine.

You try to brush away the heat rising against your cheeks, but at this proximity there's no denying it.

"Flatterer."

A hum, now all of your fingers are interlaced. "No, just honest."

A stuttered breathe breaks free from your nose, love poured into every particle that filters within the space between you.

You really, really wanted to kiss her when she says things like that.

And if the look on her face is anything to go by, she's fully aware of the fact.

Her smile turns wry and she settles with a squeeze of your hand before their manager is calling for her attention.

Well you think, willing away the frantic beat of your heart, she's going to pay for that.

- - - - - - - - - - ☆ - - - - - - - - - -

A surprised gasp almost forces its way passed your lips when a hand settles over your own.

Too engrossed in a conversation with one of your fellow dancers, you hadn't even noticed when Giselle had decided to switch places with a certain someone.

"Hi," Karina smiles when you jolt in her direction, and you're left floundering for but a second before you regain yourself.

"Damn, and here I was thinking it was Giselle that wanted to hold my hand."

She raises a teasing eyebrow in your direction, the grip on your fingers tightening very slightly.

"Nuh-uh," she shakes your head, but the way the words slur only slightly lets you know that not too much alcohol was in her system... you think.

"No, you're right," you once again concede, making sure to lower your voice since it was only made for her to hear, "I prefer you holding my hand anyway."

She looks deep into your eyes upon your words, and you can see the quick spark of desire, the same one you had only a couple of hours prior.

Kiss her, go on.

But you hold steady, after all there will be a time and place when Karina will be able to freely call you hers, a day when the thumb caressing your skin won't be a secret under the table.

Until then, you'll make the most of the dances you share in the dark.

[brainrotbabe24]

Heyyyyy loveeee can you write about Thorins company with a reader who speaks more than one language? Like theyre all speaking Khuzdul and thinking that reader only speaks Common tongue but then BOOM they hear reader speaking some complicated ass language/their mother tongue and theyre in shockkk hehe

Cause id definetly speak Polish around them just so theyd know that I speak a complicated language too 😌😌

Hi! Thank you so much for this request! 💖🤩

I tried something new...so instead of the usual GIF sets with a little paragraph, I tried writing a short story! It's about ~480 words. I think Tumblr calls them one-shots or something...if anyone knows, please tell me idk how to tag stuff 🥺😭

Weariness and hunger weighed heavily on everyone’s shoulders. After a long day of travel, the company was eager to unwind. They decided to detour into a town and stop at a local tavern. 

Thorin’s eyes scanned the room filled with rowdy patrons.

“Khuzdûl only,” he murmured to the group. “We don’t want any unwanted attention.”

Finding a table in the corner, you volunteered to order a round of drinks and headed to the bar. As you looked around, you noticed the suspicious glances your friends were receiving, and you felt uneasy. Was this a bad idea? Your thoughts were interrupted by someone bumping into you.

“Move the hell over,” the man growled, shoving past you. You tried to ignore him, focusing on gathering the glasses the barmaid had given you.

“What a waste of space,” his friend sneered, adding to the insults.

Having had a long day, you weren’t in the mood for this. You walked back to the table, distributing the drinks, and saw that the men had followed you.

“Hey, what’s a bunch of dwarves doing here?!” the first man slurred.

“And look at that, they’ve got a human with them,” he laughed mockingly. 

The company exchanged wary glances, speaking quietly in Khuzdûl. You ignored the man, trying to enjoy your drink, but he persisted with increasingly rude comments.

“I bet they make the human polish all their tools every night!" the one man barked out.

“How pathetic!” his friend added, both of them bursting into a roar of laughter.

“Why don’t you back off?” you said, your voice calm but firm.

The man sneered. “Or what? What are you going to do about it?”

Before you could respond, he shoved you, spilling your drink. That was the final straw.

“Listen here, asshole...” you began, launching into a tirade in your native language. The words flowed rapidly and fiercely. The man looked bewildered, unable to understand the language but sensing the anger behind it. The company stared at you, speechless. To punctuate your insults, you spat in the man’s face.

“Bullseye!” Nori joked, laughing with the company.

The man, now furious, lunged at you. Thorin and the company sprang into action. With 14 against two, it was an easy fight, and you managed to kick the troublemakers out. Dusting yourselves off, you nursed a few minor injuries but were in high spirits.

“Did you see that?” Gloin said, taking a swig of his beer.

“Didn’t take much to make them cry” Kili laughed.

“Hey, Y/n, I didn’t know you spoke another language,” Dwalin said, his tone filled with newfound respect.

You hear a roar of approval from the group, now all looking at you. 

Fili leaned in, “What language was that?”

Ori’s eyes widened with curiosity. “Can you teach us?”

You glanced at Thorin, who nodded approvingly, a rare smile on his face. “You’ve got more hidden talents than we realized. Well done.”

You smiled. The bond between you and the group felt stronger than ever.

[bucklway]

how mello & near fail as proper antagonists from the perspective of a mello & near fan

the most interesting thing a character can do in a story is surprise you. to be caught off guard by a character, you need to already have an idea of who they might be.

for example, if a character is introduced to an audience as the greatest detective the world has ever known, someone who’s intelligent & calculated, the viewer might be shocked when that character makes many wild & risky decisions. it might catch someone off guard to hear that character say something like “i had to test this just in case, i never thought it would actually work..”

it’s such a small piece of information but it tells us SO much about the mystery of L Lawliet. L is known by many as the greatest detective, but his first true introduction to us, the audience, is his boldness, his capacity to take risks. his genius is so great that a shot in the dark for him results in a bullseye.

to introduce a character through other characters’ opinions of them is my favourite way to challenge the viewer’s expectations in a story. i think to be curious is to be engaged, a story should be setting you up with a million questions that are compelling enough to keep you interested bc you know they will be answered eventually.

it’s not very interesting when you know everything about the series’ antagonist right off the bat.

L as an antagonist is so compelling bc he’s shrouded in mystery, not only is light desperate to know his true identity & true feelings, but we are as well. this is where near & mello fundamentally fail as proper antagonists, every part of their characters work for me aside from the way in which information is learned about them. it’s such a harsh contrast from the genius that is L, it’s insulting to the viewers who are reading/watching bc they actually care about this story & its characters.

so why is mello and nears introduction so bad? simple, we receive too much information.

the scene in which they appear for the first time is literally set in the place where they live, talking to the man who is raising them, it’s insanely personal. compare it to how we meet L for the first time: through a computer screen, held by a man who’s identity is hidden by a mask & all we see on that computer is the letter L. sorichiro tells us he’s the greatest detective but no one knows his true identity. it tells you all you need to know about him at that point in the story, L is a smart detective who is overly cautious about revealing his identity. we aren’t told why he’s overly cautious or who the man is holding the computer but it’s enough to get us thinking.

this is the amount of information we get through mello & near’s introduction: their caretaker is named roger, he works at wammys house (the orphanage watari founded, which is also information that was revealed in the last episode) where mello & near live. roger reveals that L is dead, meaning that mello & near have some kind of connection to L. mello is devastated at the news but it’s quickly revealed that this devastation is most likely the cause of frustration that L can’t “pick one of them” what does that mean? don’t worry, this scene makes it very clear. mello & near were raised to be great detectives, one of them was meant to be picked so they could carry on his legacy but he hadn’t chosen one yet. near is cold, seemingly emotionless & fixated on solving puzzles. mello is loud, aggressive & overly emotional. roger suggests that they could work together on the kira case, near seems up for it but mello is enraged. he tells roger “you know i don’t get along with near.” which is such a funny way to establish something about a character, having them explain a fact about themselves to someone who already knows it. mello reveals some deeper insecurities about not being better than near & he runs away from home. near is officially the new L, working to defeat kira.

..so that’s way too much information, right?

that scene is like.. if in episode 11, when misa is being introduced thru the sakura TV tapes, we were also seeing misa’s perspective, watching her every move & hearing all of her opinions. the introduction of misa is interesting because the audience isn’t given the information that there are 2 notebooks yet, we are meant to assume that light is the one doing all of this even if it doesn’t seem like something he’d do.

mello & near fail as proper antagonists bc the narrative doesn’t take them seriously & doesn’t give them the time they need to establish themselves as threats.

i truly do think near & mello could have been amazing, i have my own ideas for how i would’ve personally taken the story after L’s death but this post is already too long lol!

[tehrevving]

Vincent Valentine Week Day 5 - Recoil

It’s your second shooting lesson with Vincent and honestly you think you’re doing quite well. All of your shots have managed to hit the target, not the bullseye, but you’re getting close. You’re feeling comfortable with the small handgun he’s let you use, you’re used to the weight and recoil of it. You’re probably overeager but you feel ready to shoot something with more firepower. 

Vincent stands behind you, not quite touching you but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. He’s relaxed, not nervous or tense. He’s always watching, ready to step in if he senses you’re doing something wrong. He’d had to step in multiple times during your first lesson to adjust your stance, large hands trailing reverently over your hips and thighs. He’s much more distracting than you’d anticipated he would be. The adrenaline of shooting and the feel of him behind you, it quickly grows too much. You’d jumped him once you’d returned to the relative privacy of the Highwind and you think today's lesson is going to end the same way. 

You flick the safety and put your handgun down on the table in front of you, lifting up the ear protection sitting awkwardly across your head and turning back to Vincent. 

He looks down at you, head tilted, something like pride hidden in his eyes. 

“What do you think? I’m good right?” you laugh. 

He hums. “If this was turk training, then you would already have failed.”

You pout, knowing that he’s just being mean for the sake of it. 

He smiles softly, crooking your chin up with a gentle finger underneath your chin. “You are doing well,” he praises. 

“Well enough to try another weapon?” you ask, giving your best, puppy-dog eyes and tilting your head to point at the gun strapped to his thigh. 

“The recoil will be too much for you,” he asserts, voice serious. 

“Maybe,” you reply. “But what if you’re incapacitated and I need to use yours? I’m not always going to have this handgun on me.”

His face falls slightly. You feel bad, knowing how much it frustrates him that his transformations and subsequent fainting spells leave him an unpredictable liability in battle. “Alright,” he nods, taking half a step back from you. 

He shows you how to undo the strap that holds his gun in the holster and demonstrates how to pull it out without getting caught on the buckles. He places the gun in your hand, still holding onto the middle of the barrel. It’s much heavier than you expected, and longer than you thought it would be. You should have expected this, you know that the gun is nearly the length of Vincent’s thigh, and he’s decently tall and all fucking leg. 

He shows you the safety and talks you through the main parts of the weapon. He has you repeat everything back to him, trying to ensure that you remember. He lets go of the gun and you have to hold it with two hands to support all its weight. He has you take your shooting stance, forcing you to turn away from him. He corrects your grip on the gun subtly, explaining that you need to hold it differently due to the recoil. It’s awkward compared to the handgun you’ve been using, the grip clearly made for someone with much larger, stronger hands. 

“Your stance is good,” he says eventually, pride in his voice. “Do not move. I will work around you.”

You almost turn around, not sure what he means but manage to catch yourself at the last moment as he suddenly presses up against your back. You try not to move as his gauntlet finds your hip, pricks of sensation heating your skin. The warmth of his torso presses flush to your back, the buckles of his cloak against your spine. He presses his shoulder against yours, against the one holding the gun, allowing you to brace against his body.

“I have you,” he murmurs, voice deep and right by your ear. You repress the shudder that skates down your neck. You can feel his breath on your hair. “Whenever you're ready,” he purrs, sliding your earmuffs down and muffling the sound of the night. 

The gun is heavy in your hands, the weight foreign and strange. You line up the target trying to do the exact same thing that you’ve been doing all night with the smaller gun. It’s more difficult with the heavier weapon, the weight is different and it dips at the end of the barrel.You struggle to hold it straight. Vincent is distracting too. He’s still, barely moving, you can’t even feel him breathe, but you know he’s there. Solid and reassuring.

You take in a deep breath and then let it out slowly, squeezing down on the trigger. 

The sound of the gunshot is loud even through your ear protection. The recoil is intense, your arm and the gun flying upwards. Your shoulder is thrown back into Vincent’s body but he’s an unmoving weight behind you. His hand on your hip keeps you steady, keeps your feet on the floor and your stance strong. Your shot goes wide, really fucking wide, no where near the target. That’s fine, you try to reassure yourself, it was only your first time. 

You turn your head, looking over your shoulder. Vincent nods, allowing you to have another shot. You line up, taking more care this time. You’re expecting the recoil but it doesn’t matter. You still end up pushing into Vincent. You try to use him though, using the strength of his support at your back to push through the strain on your shoulder. Your shot grazes the edge of the target this time. Much better. 

You fire off three more shots, each one skimming the edge of the target before Vincent stops you. He takes the gun, flicking the safety and holstering it back against his thigh. You try to protest but he shushes you, lifting up your earmuffs. “No more,” he mutters by your ear. “Your arm will already be sore tomorrow.” His body is still wrapped around you, trapping you, not allowing you to move. “You did well,” he praises, the heat of it curling around you. 

“T-thanks,” you stammer, not quite sure where to go from here. You expect him to step away, but he doesn’t. 

“You look good with my gun,” he murmurs, voice low at your ear. His tone is deep and seductive, full of promise. 

He spins you quickly, pulling you in close, pressing you flush to the length of his body. He’s warm, the scent of gunpowder and smoke overwhelming. You look up at him, noticing an immediate heat in his eyes. You shift slightly and realise that he’s hard, a solid bulge pressing against your hip. 

You grin, you can’t help yourself. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to —”

He cuts you off with a rough press of his leather glove over your lips “Do not finish that sentence,” he growls, squeezing your jaw between his fingers and pulling you into a rough, heated kiss.

[norvstforthvwickvd]

Starter for @bakersboywiththebread

The air was cold that morning. Small misty puffs jutted out from Astrid's nose as she sat crouched behind the thick trunk of the oak tree. Her knife at the ready as she followed the long strides of a buck. Dark thick locks framed her face, keeping pale skin hidden in the early morning light. She figured she could get at least one hunt in before the Reaping.

Every year, she feared her life. If not her own, her parents. They had already lost her older brother three years ago, and it nearly destroyed them. If her name got pulled, she feared that would be the final straw for them.

She moved slowly and strategically closer, calculating her steps to not draw attention. The buck lowered its head, nibbling on the dew soaked leaves. Astrid took her aim, throwing the knife directly towards its head. The animal fell with a satisfying thud. "Bullseye." She mumbled to herself.

After securing the buck with twine and hauling it up over her shoulders, she headed back to District 12. Surely, this would be enough to get something to feed her family.

It was still quiet when she entered. Everyone dreading the upcoming event that would ultimately decide the fate of two children for the Capitol's entertainment.

The smell of fresh bread hit her nose as she passed the bakery. Her stomach growled, but she kept walking.

[supernova2205]

The Long Game

Chapter 3

Summary: As tensions simmer within Task Force 141, unspoken feelings and shifting alliances create fractures in the team’s bond. But when an unexpected threat emerges on their next mission, everyone’s loyalty—and resolve—will be tested in ways they never anticipated.

Meanwhile, your connection with Ghost had only deepened. He’d become a steady fixture by your side, a quiet support that didn’t need words. There was something almost magnetic about the way he seemed to know when you needed company or when to leave you in silence. And for the first time in weeks, you felt… grounded.

One evening, after a grueling round of combat drills, the whole team found themselves in the base’s lounge. Soap had talked someone into setting up an old stereo, and the crackling sound of rock music filled the room as he challenged anyone brave enough to a game of darts.

“Bet you five quid you can’t hit the bullseye from here,” Soap taunted, waving a dart in Ghost’s direction with a grin.

Ghost looked up from where he sat beside you, his expression hidden behind his mask, but you caught the faintest tilt of his head that hinted at a smirk.

“Not worth the five,” he replied dryly, but there was a playfulness in his tone that made you smile.

“Scared, are you?” Soap pressed, waggling his eyebrows.

Before Ghost could respond, you nudged his shoulder. “Go on. Show him how it’s done,” you teased, your voice light with encouragement.

Ghost glanced at you, and for a brief moment, his gaze softened. He stood, plucking the dart from Soap’s hand with a casual confidence that left the others chuckling. With a single, effortless flick, he sent the dart sailing through the air, where it landed squarely in the bullseye.

“Lucky shot,” Soap grumbled, though he couldn’t hide his admiration.

You shared a quiet laugh with Ghost as he returned to his seat beside you. It felt good to have these moments, to let yourself breathe and enjoy the camaraderie without the weight of lingering tension.

But as the night wore on, you noticed Price watching from across the room, his gaze unreadable. It wasn’t the first time you’d caught him looking your way, but tonight there was something different in his expression—a heaviness, like he was trying to figure out how to bridge the distance he’d created.

Eventually, the others filtered out, leaving only you, Ghost, and Price in the lounge. Ghost shifted beside you, his eyes meeting yours briefly, as though gauging whether you wanted to stay. You gave him a slight nod, deciding to linger a bit longer.

Just as you were considering calling it a night, Price approached, clearing his throat. His gaze flicked between you and Ghost, a hint of discomfort in his stance.

“Mind if I have a word?” he asked, his voice directed at you but his eyes momentarily straying to Ghost.

You tensed slightly, but before you could respond, Ghost leaned back, folding his arms. “I’ll be close by,” he said simply, his tone carrying a subtle protectiveness.

Price’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He waited until Ghost had moved a respectful distance away before turning to you, his expression unreadable.

“Listen… I know things haven’t been easy between us,” he began, his voice quieter than usual, almost hesitant. “I made mistakes, and I should’ve handled things differently.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “You think?”

A flash of guilt crossed his face, and he nodded. “I won’t make excuses. Just… wanted you to know I regret how things turned out.”

For a moment, the anger you’d buried began to resurface, a bitter reminder of how he’d distanced himself after you’d let yourself be vulnerable with him. But seeing the sincerity in his eyes made it hard to hold onto that anger.

“Thanks for saying that,” you replied, your tone measured. “But that doesn’t just make things go back to normal.”

“I know.” Price’s gaze fell, and for a brief moment, he looked more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. “I just hope… we can work together without this hanging over us.”

Before you could respond, Ghost returned, his quiet presence immediately grounding you. He gave Price a curt nod, as if signaling that the conversation was over. Price looked between the two of you, his expression unreadable, before he turned and walked away.

As Price’s footsteps faded, Ghost turned to you, his eyes softening. “You all right?”

You nodded, though a part of you still felt unsettled. “Yeah. Just… complicated.”

Ghost’s gaze held yours, his silent understanding offering more comfort than words ever could. There was something in his eyes, something deeper, but he kept it guarded, his loyalty unwavering.

Over the next few days, Price kept his distance, though his gaze often lingered whenever you were with Ghost. The rest of the team seemed to pick up on the subtle shift as well, exchanging quiet glances whenever Price and Ghost crossed paths.

One afternoon, while you and Ghost were going over mission reports, Soap wandered over, a mischievous grin on his face.

“So, you two planning to tell the rest of us what’s going on?” he teased, waggling his eyebrows. “Or are we supposed to keep guessin’?”

You exchanged a look with Ghost, fighting back a smirk. “Not much to tell,” you replied smoothly. “Just going over some intel.”

“Right,” Soap drawled, clearly unconvinced. “And that’s why Price has been lookin’ like someone kicked his favorite dog.”

Ghost’s gaze darkened, but his tone remained calm. “Not our concern, Soap.”

Soap held up his hands, feigning innocence. “Hey, I’m just sayin’—whatever’s got the Captain in a twist, maybe it’s best if you two sorted it out before the next mission. Wouldn’t want any distractions in the field.”

You nodded, though you knew Soap was only half-joking. The unspoken tension between you and Price, and the developing closeness with Ghost, was beginning to affect the team’s dynamic, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

Later that evening, you found yourself alone with Ghost in the armory, the quiet stillness between you both filled with an unspoken understanding. As you checked over your gear, you felt his gaze on you, and when you looked up, there was something in his eyes that made your heart beat a little faster.

“You know… if this is making things harder for you, I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep looking out for me,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost shook his head, his gaze never wavering. “I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, his tone firm but gentle. “Not unless you tell me to.”

A warmth spread through you at his words, a quiet reassurance that left you feeling steadier than you had in weeks. But before you could respond, Price entered the room, his presence casting a shadow over the intimate moment.

He didn’t say anything, but his gaze held a quiet intensity as he looked between the two of you. Ghost straightened, his posture shifting as he met Price’s stare head-on, the silent challenge unmistakable.

After a tense moment, Price cleared his throat, his tone clipped. “Ready for the mission briefing?”

You nodded, gathering your gear, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted irreparably between the three of you. As you filed into the briefing room, the weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings hung heavy in the air, a reminder that some wounds didn’t heal as easily as others.

Later, in the dim silence of the base, Ghost found Price alone in the corridor, his expression unreadable as he approached.

“We need to talk,” Ghost said, his tone low, and for once, Price didn’t argue.

“What is it?” Price asked, though his voice held a hint of resignation.

Ghost crossed his arms, his gaze steady. “I get that you’re tryin’ to make things right,” he began, his voice calm but firm. “But you need to make up your mind, Captain. Can’t keep leaving her in the dark.”

Price’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. “I’m trying,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just… didn’t expect things to turn out like this.”

“Maybe you didn’t,” Ghost replied, his gaze hardening. “But you’re the one who put up the walls. Don’t be surprised when she doesn’t wait around forever.”

Price’s face fell, the weight of Ghost’s words hitting him harder than he expected. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something, but he held back, a mixture of regret and resignation settling in his eyes.

With a lingering silence hanging over them, Price watched Ghost disappear into the shadows, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He had tried to push past his feelings, to keep things professional, but it was clear now that it had only made things messier—for him, for Ghost, and for you. He let out a long, weary breath, hoping he’d find a way to set things right.

As the team assembled the next day, the tension was still palpable, yet there was a strange sense of calm before the storm. You and Ghost exchanged a quiet look, a shared understanding simmering just beneath the surface, while Price remained distant, his gaze locked somewhere far away.

None of you could have guessed what was waiting on the horizon—nor the fractures it would deepen, or the alliances it would put to the test. This mission would be like none before it.

To be continued…

Authors note: omggggg I didn’t think this chapter would turn out good but I love ittt I can’t wait for you guys to read chapter 4 you might love or hate what I have in store it👀😰