#Sound Off (the Mel Book)

[honnie-bunni]

Just wanted to show off my Cecili redesign, so here he is.

[absfawn]

slight continuation for this bestfriend!abby drabble

bestfriend!abby who, after a few weeks of that night, which was spent fucking herself to the mere thought of you, can’t seem to look you in the eyes whenever she’s near you. you occupy her mind a little too much, always creeping into her head even when she’s trying to ignore those rush of thoughts, to ignore the rush of heat between her legs when you look over at her, mid read of your book, bite your lip and giggle. somehow unaware of how badly she has it for you. but she can’t seem to stop, no matter how hard she tries. most days she’s focused on the way your lips wrap around your thumb, sucking the sugar off your skin when you’re done eating the strawberries she picked up for, and wonders how it would feel to have those same lips wrapped around her clit, messily licking at her cunt. she wonders how it would feel to feel the way you slip your fingers between her folds and right up to her clit, teasing her. abby can barely ever focus on whatever you say to her because she’s always too occupied thinking about your cunt pressing against hers, grinding into her without a single thought in your pretty head.

her mind spirals the day she finally sees you. her baby blues finding it hard to look at your face, more or so sneaking glances at the sleep shorts, legs exposed fully for her eyes and hers alone. she wonders what your skin would feel like under her touch, what sound you would elicit from between your lips if she sunk her nails into the skin. the words are coming out your mouth, but they don’t reach her ears, her lips wedged between her teeth and she’s thinking about your thighs tightly wrapped around her head, fingers buried in her hair, scratching at her scalp as your back arches off the mattress when she finally makes you cum against her tongue, gushing over her lips and chanting her name like it’s the only one you’ll ever know for the rest of your life. maybe she should feel mortified that she’s always thinking about you like this. you, her best friend, who knows every single thing about you. should best friends think of each other like this? thinking about them in ways that they would probably be nervous about? maybe that’s the problem, abby knows you would probably find it fucking flattering she’s had sex dreams and dirty thoughts about you.

“abby? are you listening?”

she wants to scream, yell even, but she doesn’t, she sinks her teeth deeper into her bottom lip, so hard it draws blood, and hums in your direction. “yes, what?” she grumbled out, acting so nonchalantly like she doesn’t want to pin you to the couch and devour your pussy like it was like her lifeline. “what’s up?”

there’s a glint in your eye, one she misses because she’s looking away from you before you have the chance to find her gawking, nosing through the magazines you left out on the table from last night, and shakes your head with a soft laugh. “nothing, was just wondering if you were coming out with me tonight, you remember? the party”

“the party— oh, that party,” abby sighs in realization and slumps more into the chair with a strangled groan, one that has you huffing over and throwing a pillow at her. “you know i don’t like mel.”

“no, but you like me, so you’ll come with me, right?”

abby’s breath hitches in her throat at your choice of words, and she really can’t stop the way her face heats up, surely you don’t know about her big fat crush right? before she’s pinching the bridge of her nose and shrugging. “what do i get for agreeing?”

“you can help me pick a dress!”

jesus fucking christ.

not only does she have to go through hours of you finding the perfect outfit, which she will enjoy a little too much, but then she has to witness your drunk self and the way you’ll be dancing with your friends, grinding up on them like you do every time you go and out have fun with them. she can handle seeing you in baggy clothes, but when you put barely anything on, she’s going to really have to test her patience and not think about all the sinful things she wants to do to you any time you’re in her sights.

maybe abby will need to get drunk out of her mind tonight to stop the thoughts about you that never seem to end, no matter how hard she tries. you drive her insane and you’ve got no idea just how badly.

“fine, but only because it’s you.”

[luveline]

maybe a reader and roan centered ficlet where roan gets to go to readers work for the day, be like her mini assistant because eddie couldn’t find anyone else to watch her while he had to do something?

ty for requesting ♡ fem reader

The phone rings at exactly 2PM as previously discussed. 

"Ro! Quick, come answer the phone for me, baby." 

Roan climbs out from under your desk where she's sorting paperclips into cuteness piles, the skirt of her best blue dress brushing your calves, her hair in a slicked back bun but coming undone as the day goes on. "What do I say?" she asks.

You pull her onto your lap. "You say, Hi, I'm Roan Munson with Cora Enterprise Limited, how may I help you?" 

She squares her features into a fierce, determined glare. Picking up your heavy grey phone, she presses her lips to the receiver and says, "Hi, I'm Roan! How can I help you, Cora?" 

Her eyebrows pinch together before smoothing, elation quick to take. "Daddy!" 

You can't hear what Eddie's saying, but you imagine it to be like, Hey, pumpkin, you sound so grown up! How's working for a mindless conglomerate as another cog in the machine working out for you? 

"It's fun." Roan tips her head back to look at you. When your gazes connect, she wiggles her thin brows. "She's fine, dad. We're having fun without you." 

Passionate garbled talk from the other side. Roan giggles and leans further into your chest, seemingly pleased when you wrap your arms around her stomach. 

"I learned how to do the printer, and the managing, but they wouldn't let me in the lab 'cos you picked shoes with cut outs. Yes, I know I asked for them, dad." Roan hands you the phone with an expression beyond her years. "He wants to talk to you." 

"Thanks, babe." You bring the phone to your ear. "Hello, Y/N speaking."

"Hello," Eddie says, his voice warm as usual, the sound like laying under the sun on a cloudless day. "Is she behaving?"

"She's being awesome. I told you, you don't have to worry about it. I'm practically alone in my office with Mel on maternity leave and Jessica trying to impress the Swedes." You stop Roan's little hand where it tries to open your top drawer, worried about the box cutter you use to unseal samples. "She's literally no fuss. I'd have her here every day if they let me." 

Roan gasps like this is the very best idea in the world and nods at you until her head looks like it's going to fall off. 

"They might have to. I can't believe it's day four of no water at the elementary. We're lucky you could take her, what are the parents who work jobs like me supposed to do?" he asks. 

"Maybe I can have them all here. Roan's a good assistant for a six year old. In fact, she's doing a better job than I was on my first day. Right, bubby?" you ask the head of curls in your lap. 

"Right!" Roan lifts her head to the receiver, her full row of top baby teeth white and shiny in the office lights. "I'm going to do the flying cabinet next!" 

"Filing," you correct. 

"Oh. That doesn't sound as fun." She wrinkles her nose. 

"Lunch first," you say. It's a good pacifier. Boring office tasks are usually easier after one of Eddie's sandwiches. 

"I'll leave you guys to it, then," Eddie says, muffled slightly by the roaring of an electric saw. "I'll try not to feel too left out over here." 

"If I were you I'd feel very left out," you say. 

"Nice. Love you, miss you, see you at five." 

You put the phone against Roan's pale ear. "Tell dad bye," you say. 

"Bye, daddy. I hope you have a nice lunch." 

Loving babble. Roan's smile gets bigger and bigger the longer Eddie talks. She stretches tall in your chair to put the phone down before twisting to wrap her arms around your shoulders, her nose cold where it presses into your throat. You bring a hand to the back of her head. 

"What's this for?" you ask, hugging her. 

"Dad said to give you one. And to say you didn't say I love you back, so, um, you're in the bad books." 

"Not the bad books," you murmur. 

"Don't worry. I get out of them all the time." 

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more eddie, roan and reader

[tryingtograspctrl]

LUNCH: JENNIFER CHECK X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY: When Jennifer wants something she doesn’t hesitate to do everything in her power to get it. When she sets her eyes on you, making you hers is a no brainer.

Warning: Mentions of killing and blood. Otherwise it’s pretty fluffy.

Note: Reader is a shy and a stereotypical nerd, also super oblivious.

Jennifer had her head down as she walked through the halls, texting away on her phone.

You were walking in the opposite direction in front of her, nose deep in a book.

She gasped as the two of you collided your drink spilling all over her, her purse falling to the floor and most of her belongings falling out of it.

"Ugh what the fuck!" She squealed.

"I'm so so sorry, i should’ve been paying attention." You apologized scrambling to pick her things up.

"Damn right you should’ve." She growled watching you toss her items back into her bag.

She paused as you stood up again, getting a good look at you, her anger quickly fading.

You were adorable, big e/c eyes, a chubby face with the softest cheeks that she was just dying to pinch and the cutest pouty lips that you were currently nibbling on nervously.

"I can't get the stains out here but i dont want you walking around all sticky because of me, come on." You spoke softly, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her to the bathroom.

You took a few paper towels from the dispenser, wetting them in the sink and squeezing out the excess water.

Jennifer shrugged her jacket off, throwing it on top of one of the stalls.

She watched as you scrubbed her skin gently, removing all the sticky residue.

"Sorry again for ruining your clothes." You mumbled.

She melted as you looked up at her through your lashes.

"That's alright. Here, put your number in my cell and i’ll text you my address, that way you know where to drop off my jacket after you clean it." She explained handing you the pink device.

You nodded, typing in the digits quickly and handing her phone back to her.

"Thanks cheeks." She smiled at you before exiting the bathroom.

After school

You started up the washing machine, pouring some laundry detergent inside and watching it bubble up in the warm water.

To your relief the stain remover you bought had actually worked, now you just had to get rid of that coffee smell.

You tossed jennifer’s jacket inside closing the lid, then walking to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

You pulled out the ingredients for a sandwich, placing them all on the counter.

You perked up at the sound of your phone dinging, a small red icon beside the message app.

You clicked on it, a text from your friend popping up.

Mel: Party 2nite!!! You coming?

You shook your head, smiling fondly as you could practically feel her excitement radiating through the screen.

You: Can’t, busy tonight :(

Mel: Yeah yeah busy sticking your nose into one of those books like always BORINGGG

You rolled your eyes placing you phone on the counter.

Hours later

Night time rolled around fairly quick and you were so busy studying that you had almost forgotten about the jacket.

“Shit.” You ran downstairs praying that it didn’t shrink in the dryer, though you were sure if it got any smaller it’d probably just disintegrate.

You sighed in relief seeing that it was still in the same condition it was when you put it in there, only now it was cleaner.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, looking over the address that Jennifer had sent you once more before grabbing your keys and heading out the door.

The drive there wasn’t very long, surprisingly she lived just a few blocks down from you, honestly you could’ve walked.

You knocked on the door a couple times, stopping when you heard shuffling on the other side.

“Oh hey, come in!” Jennifer perked up at the sight of you, pulling you into her house.

You looked around for a moment, taking in her home, noticing a few baby picture of her hanging up on the walls.

“You want something to drink?” She questioned opening to fridge.

“No i’m good.” You fiddled with the ends of your sleeves.

“Loosen up a bit i don’t bite, unless of course you want me to.” She smirked getting into your personal space.

You inhaled sharply taking a step back.

She laughed going to sit on the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking through channels.

You took a seat beside her awkwardly.

“You didn’t wanna go to the big party tonight?” She eyed you, taking a small sip of her soda.

“Parties aren’t really my thing, plus i had to study.” You spoke quietly staring at your shoes.

“You’re really cute.” Jennifer cooed scooting towards you, cupping your face in her hands.

“Thanks.” You smiled shyly.

“I mean it, you’re adorable.” She booped your nose sitting back on the couch to give you some room.

The two of you watched tv, chatting every once in a while, mainly her asking questions, getting to know you better.

You were surprised at how nice she was, you didn’t like to feed into gossip or listen to rumors but you had seen with your own two eyes how nasty Jennifer could be and yet the girl sitting beside you was like a completely different person, soft spoken, sweet.

“It’s getting late, i should head home.” You spoke up after a while, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Aww so soon?” She pouted intertwining your hands.

“Maybe we can hangout some other time.” You suggested.

“Yeah i’d like that.” She smiled standing up to walk you out.

You slipped your shoes on, heading out to your car.

She waved goodbye once you got inside, waiting for you to pull out of her driveway before closing the front door.

You smiled to yourself on the drive back home. She wasn’t as bad as she seemed, hopefully you could call her a friend.

A few days later

You and Jennifer had gotten a lot closer over the past week, spending nearly all of your free time together. Watching movies at her place or yours, going shopping, playing video games, karaoke, you name it. Where one of you went the other wasn’t far behind.

You were in your room one night, textbooks sprawled out on your bed. Jennifer was supposed to be coming over but after an hour had passed with no sign of her you were starting to get worried.

You decided to call her, sighing in relief when she answered on the first ring.

“Hey cheeks, what’s up?” She asked.

“You were supposed to be coming over to study, remember?” You questioned furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Sorry i went out to grab a quick bite to eat, guess i just lost track of time.” She stared down at the lifeless body of the boy she just feasted on.

“Oh well that’s alright, just let me know when you get here and i’ll come down and unlock the door.” You responded.

“K babe i will.” She hung up, stuffing her phone in her pocket and wiping blood from the corner of her mouth.

She had arrived nearly 10 minutes later, tossing her purse on your desk and plopping down in the bed beside you.

What was supposed to be a study session for the math test that you two had the next day quickly turned into a night of chit chat about everything under the sun.

You shifted uncomfortably when the topic of discussion turned to boys and hookups.

“You mean to tell me you never had your first kiss?” Jennifer stared at you in disbelief.

“No i haven’t.” You ducked your head, embarrassed.

“Aww i didnt mean to make you feel bad cheeks, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just a little shocked that’s all, nobody has tried to kiss someone as cute as you?” She placed her fingers under your chin, tilting your head up.

“Nope.” You fiddled with your fingers, avoiding her gaze.

She looked at you for a moment, eyes scanning your features, eventually landing on your mouth.

“Fuck it.” She mumbled before crashing her lips against yours.

You yelped in surprise before relaxing, despite it being your first time kissing someone it didn’t take you long to get the hang of it. Your lips moving in sync with hers.

She pulled away after a few minutes, the both of you panting trying to catch your breath.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You looked at her slightly in a daze.

“I wanted to.” She shrugged, fingers tracing patterns on your thick thigh.

“Why?” You questioned.

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you y/n.” She huffed slightly annoyed.

You blinked a few times, brain trying to process what she just said.

Jennifer check liked you.

“Is it really that hard to believe? I’ve been flirting with you since i met you.” She rolled her eyes.

“Flirting with me?” Your face scrunched up in confusion.

“The girl i told you i liked and was the describing the other day was literally you.” She stared at you in disbelief.

“I thought you were talking about that girl in our chemistry class, she has some of the same features as me.” You spoke defensively.

“If i liked her i definitely would’ve made a move already. I don’t even know her name.” Jennifer responded.

“God to be an academic genius you sure are an air head when it comes to picking up on social cues.” She laughed.

You frowned, nudging her with your foot.

“Come here idiot.” She grabbed your shirt pulling you in for another sweet kiss.

A/N - Was thinking about Jennifer’s body today and decided i wanted to write a fic. The title is inspired by Lunch by Billie eilish and that song is Jennifer through and through. At first this was gonna be smut but i decided to turn it into fluff. I really hope you enjoy this. 🌻

[maximumsass]

Green Eyes of Envy Pt. 7

Author’s Note: Hello my Schemmenti fanfic village! Here is part 7 to Green Eyes of Envy! A lot of this is based off my hometown and family dynamics. The hotel thing in the story is a dream of mine cause I did work at this really fancy resort and it has been a dream of mine to have a significant other surprise me with booking a room there, I’m having it happen to the reader and therefore speaking it into existence for myself! Haha! Again Mel’s just this soft puddle of mush when it comes to the reader and wants to take care of the reader as much as possible. I really love their dynamic and it makes my heart so happy writing it! Part 8 is already in the works! Hope y’all enjoy! Sending you all da hugs and positive vibes.

Warning: Very judgmental asshole mother and a very obnoxious amount of fluff!!

Synopsis: You fly to Michigan for thanksgiving break. The thing you don’t expect is to have a full out fight in the middle of a Culver’s with your extremely judgmental mother about you being with Mel. Will you act like everything’s fine and not tell the redhead? Will these lead to you guys breaking up? Or will Mel be your superwoman and swoop in and save the day? Mel definitely has a few surprises up her sleeve for you. Keep reading to find out what goes down in Michigan!

Word Count: 6k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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You get to the airport, your driver gets out and gets your bag for you and then you walk into the airport.

(Y/N): hey baby girl, made it to the airport safely and I’m texting ya like I was instructed to. Now focus on the kids and don’t worry about me. Xoxo

Mel: Glad you made it to the airport safely. Cause if ya didn’t I’d have to get one of my guys to have a word with the driver. Haha. I can focus on the kids and worry about you at the same time! I’m a very talented multitasker. You better still text me when you get through security, when you get on the plane, when you land and when you get home! I promise you aren’t gonna interrupt anything. I know you’re miss independent and that you’re fine but you texting me is to reassure me that you’re good. It’s comforting to me, and I know you love comforting me. You’re one of the most important things in my life now ya know, I gotta know that you’re okay. I miss you already. I love you so much princess.

(Y/N): I love you more my sweet girl. I miss you already too! Fine I’ll text you throughout the day cause I do love comforting you amore. One of the most important things huh? Damnn I must be doing something right! Haha. Have a great day at work gorgeous girl! I’ll text ya later. 😘

You get through security and the plane ride goes smoothly. You text Mel as she instructed, she sends you mushy texts full of how much she loves and misses you already and thank you for updating her. The redhead is truly shocked at how soft and sappy you’ve made her, if Mel before getting together with you would’ve seen the texts she was sending you, she would think who the hell stole my phone! She can’t help but chuckle to herself, it’s so funny how someone could walk into her life and change everything. But she’s so glad you changed everything for her.

You get off the plane and go to baggage claim to get your suitcase. Hands cover your eyes, you feel their arms.

“Becks!!!” You exclaim as you turn and see your sister and you pull her in for a hug.

“Hey big sis! I’ve missed you!!” Becks says as you two hug.

“I’ve missed you more hun!” You say as you pull back to look at her. “Look at you with your cute little outfit! Looking like a snack, breaking hearts and taking names!” You exclaim.

“You know how that’s the way the (Y/L/N)’s girls play!” Your sister exclaims.

“I don’t know girl, Melissa, man I think she’s the one.” You say and look at your sister to see her reaction.

“(Y/N)! Y’all have only been dating for three months!! Do you know how crazy that sounds?!”

She says in a shocked tone.

“Trust me I know. And everything inside me is like you’re being stupid, knock this shit off! But we’ve known each other and have been friends for two years prior to us getting together. Like if we didn’t have that going for us, I’d be like no we’re 100% just getting caught up in everything and I’d end things. But that’s not the situation here.” You explain as you grab your bag and start walking back to where Becks parked.

“Oh that’s right! I always forget that y’all have worked together this whole time. Okay so maybe slightly less crazy. Does she treat you right hun? Cause that’s the number one thing I care about and want for you.” She says looking at you with genuine care.

“Well you know what a stubborn little terror I can be about anyone helping and taking care of me. And she’s just so patient and talks me down where I feel safe enough to be like okay she’s doing this out of love and doesn’t think any less of me. And I don’t have to tell you how much that speaks volumes to her character but to the fact that she really does see me and understand me.” You say with a big smile as you think about how gentle the redhead has been with you in those difficult times.

“Dang (Y/N)! I never thought I’d hear you say that about someone! That’s a big fucking deal. No wonder you think she’s the one.” Becca says as you two get in the car.

“Yeah, she makes me pretty damn happy. I really do love her.” You say as you look at Becca again with a big smile.

“Well good sis! That makes me so happy to hear! I’m happy for you both.” Becca looks at you mirroring your big smile.

You get home, your parents and your brother Jake are so excited to see you. And you get settled and unpacked. You all go out for dinner at Culver’s because it’s one of the top things you miss about living in Michigan, especially the cheese curds!

“So (Y/N) how are things going with work?” Your dad asks.

“Good! I feel like I’ve settled in at Abbott and feel a lot more confident about teaching as well as coming up with class accommodations that fit well with the kiddos and IEP’s are a lot less daunting. And the teachers and staff I work with are all very passionate about creating a great educational experience for the students. Not to mention they’re all super nice.” You say.

“Some of them, a little too nice.” Your mom throws in.

“Look I know that y’all don’t agree with the relationship that I’m in currently. I can understand that me dating someone who is close to your and dad’s age could be uncomfortable for you.” You say.

“It’s not just uncomfortable, it’s downright inappropriate on that woman’s end.” Your mom says.

“Her name is Melissa. And you have to remember I’m a full grown ass woman, this isn’t some creepy ass thing where I’m 18 and she’s 50. It’s crazy to me how hard you’re judging not just her but her and I as a couple, when you don’t even know her and haven’t even listened when I try to tell you how well she treats me and makes me feel really loved and supported.” You say to your mom, forcing yourself not to cry.

“Okay let’s get some shakes!” Jake announces, so that the conversation will end.

You sit there not saying another word. You go home and you go straight to your room. You should’ve known your mom would be like this. You should’ve just canceled the trip, then you’d be with Mel feeling happy and loved instead of feeling judged and miserable.

As if she knew that you were thinking of her, your phone started to ring, the redhead was FaceTiming you. Okay you got to get it together and act like everything’s fine. You take a deep breath and accept the call.

“Oh my god I finally get to see your beautiful face! I’ve missed seeing it all day!” Mel exclaims.

You can’t help but chuckle. “I’ve missed seeing your face too gorgeous as well as seeing other things!” You say with a big smirk.

“Oh is that right?” Mel asks seductively. You nodd with a shy smile. “I knew you were only with me for my body!” She faux accuses you with a smirk.

“You caught me! Just wanted a nice trophy wife on my arm!” You tease.

“And now you’re not playing fair cause you know how it melts my heart when you call me your wife, even if it has trophy in front of it.” Mel says to you with a big smile.

“Mission accomplished then.” You say with a smile.

“You goof! How was your day princess?” Mel asked softly.

“How was work?” You ask trying to deflect.

“You know your deflection tactics don’t work on me miss! Talk to me baby. Please. Let me be there for you, and take care of my gorgeous girl, even if it’s virtually.” She says gently looking at you concerned.

“It’s my fucking mom. We’re having a pleasant dinner, my dad asked me how work was going. I answered and part of what I said, was the people are super nice. And my mom chimes in and says some of them, a little too nice. Which is like does she think that I’m stupid and won’t notice the indirect shots that she fired at you. Which I’m sorry I don’t care if it’s my mother or the pope himself, I will not let anyone talk badly about you in front of me, I’m shutting that shit down so fast! So I decide to be the bigger person and be like I understand why you feel uncomfortable about the situation, trying to empathize with them so that possibly I could get them to listen to me. And then she cuts me off and says you choosing to be with me is inappropriate because I guess in her head she thinks because you’re older, you should know better. I honestly don’t even know what she meant by that! And then I was like it’s literally so crazy that y’all are judging her when you don’t even know her and you won’t listen to me talk about you or us as a couple and how well you treat me and how supported and loved you make me feel. And now I’m in my room feeling so stupid for even coming and thinking my mom could even remotely be supportive or at least non-judgmental about us.” You say equally sounding upset and frustrated.

You watch Melissa close her eyes and take a deep breath, you know that she’s trying to not be upset about what you just said.

“And now I just upset you and you were so happy when you fucking called. Fuck, I literally just suck! You know what you don’t deserve this, like you deserve someone who’s mom isn’t a judgemental controlling freak. I’m already a lot as is it and then, add this to it and it’s just a dumpster fire. I should let you go find someone who is so much easier than me.” You say quietly and look up and blink trying to stop the tears from falling.

“Baby please look at me.” She says gently. You take a deep breath and then look into those gorgeous green eyes of hers. “Good girl. Now first things first, you (Y/N) (Y/L/N) are the love of my life, and if I deserve better then I don’t want it, because you give me all I could ever want and need and so much more. Do you believe me when I say that?” She asks concerned. You nod and then wipe your eyes. “I need to hear you say it angel.” She says softly.

“I believe you when you say that I’m the love of your life.” You say quietly.

“Good girl. Now I will not let things out of our control be the reason why we break up. It’s clear your mom has made up your mind about me and us. All we can do is act like we’ve been acting this whole time we’ve been together, by loving and supporting each other unconditionally. And we’re gonna hope that she will someday see how happy we make each other and to see that the only thing I want and work everyday to do is to love and take care of you like the queen you are. What do you think about that?” Mel asks looking at you.

“I know you’re right. And I know we gotta stay positive that she’ll come around. But I just feel like I’m being a burden to you.” You say quietly.

“Baby you never have been and never will be a burden to me. Everyone has hard shit, lord knows I have mine. You have to hear me when I say that you aren’t any less deserving of love because of that. And you’re ahead of the game compared to a lot of people because you have a woman who wants to love you for the rest of our lives together if you’ll let me.” She says as she looks at you with such love.

“This better not be you proposing to me.” You tease her and then laugh a little.

“Oh trust me there will be no question in your mind, when I propose to you, pretty girl.” She quips back with a smirk.

“I have no doubt amore mio.” You say with a big smile.

“There’s that gorgeous smile, I know and love. We are going to be just fine baby girl, I promise. Do you at least feel a little better amore?” She asks.

“Yeah I feel better now that I talked it out with you angel.” You say with a smile.

“Good! Now you’re not allowed to say the phrase “let you go” to me ever again. Cause you my love are stuck with me for the next 40+ years, so you better get used to it! And I need you to know that hearing that shit come out of your mouth was terrifying and hurtful to me. But I know that wasn’t your intention. (Y/N), I can’t picture my life without you, and if I get my way, I’ll get you for the rest of my life. You know how I do my death grips in the morning when our alarm goes off and I won’t let you go. You better believe I’m doing that metaphorically with our relationship.” She says with a smile.

“I’m sorry that I scared and hurt you baby, I was just so upset. I will never bring up ending our relationship again just because we’re going through something hard. Also you’re a dork!” You giggle. “But I will say I love when you death grip me in the mornings and I love that you’re metaphorically death gripping us together.” You say looking adoringly at her.

“I forgive you gorgeous girl. And you love that I’m a dork!” She quips at you.

“I really do!” You agree with her.

“So now we have to come up with a game plan tomorrow for you. Cause I will not have you be upset on thanksgiving! It’s just not happening! Is there somewhere away from your mom that you and your siblings could hangout at? Also you can have a few drinks throughout the day, that’ll definitely make your mom at least minimally tolerable. But you gotta have gatorades in between drinks, pretty girl. I’ll bug you about it tomorrow and remind you to do that. Aren’t the white ones your favorite?” She asks.

“We could hang out in the basement, she’s in the kitchen the whole day so it’s definitely a safe bet that she won’t come down there. I was planning on drinking. And the whole Gatorade comment cause you know I forget to hydrate when I’m drinking is very cute of you but also stop knowing me so well!” You tease her. “And look at you remembering my favorite flavor!” You exclaim.

“Good then it’s settled youse guys will just hang out in the basement. I will never stop! Besides that’s what makes me such a good girlfriend. You really should think about giving me that promotion to fiancé!” She says with a big smirk.

“I will keep that in mind.” You say smirking back.

You get a text, your DoorDash order is on it’s way. You mouth drops open and you look at the redhead in shock.

“Mel…did you just DoorDash something for me? Hold up… did you just DoorDash that white Gatorade to me?!” You exclaim.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She says all coy

“Oh my god you so did! Babyyyy, you didn’t have to do that!! How is it possible you're over 500 miles away and you’re still taking care of me?” You ask as you tear up again. (Happy tears)

“Because I love you so incredibly much. And nothing will stop me from taking care of you amore. I got you, and I will always have you. If it’s something that I can control, it will be handled. I know you didn’t say it but you need to be reminded, you deserve to be treated with this level of care. And I will spend the rest of our lives together giving you the highest level of care princess.” She says softly and you can see the tears welling up in her eyes.

You look at her and think to yourself how lucky you are to be loved by Melissa. “I love you so much baby girl. And I hope I can give you everything that you give to me.” You say smiling at her.

You get a notification that the DoorDash driver is at your place and you go get the Gatorade from the driver and then put it in the fridge and then go back to your room.

“You already do angel, I couldn’t have asked for a more amazing woman who makes me feel so incredibly special.” Mel says. “I wish you were here, I’d take you in my arms and pull you in close and put your head on my chest, and we just lay there feeling each other’s love radiating from the other.” She says softly.

“Mmmm, that sounds amazing. You know that’s my favorite way to cuddle. I love listening to your heart beat and your breathing slow down until I know you’re asleep and then I fall asleep shortly after.” You say.

“I know you do baby. You want to stay on FaceTime while we sleep and then technically we can wake up together on thanksgiving morning.” She says with a big smile.

“I love that idea, it’ll help me miss you less.” You say yawning.

“Let’s go to bed my angel. Besides, unlike some people, I have to get up early to start cooking stuff!” She teases you.

“You know if I was there, I’d be waking up with you and helping you in whatever way I could with the food.” You say.

“I know amore. You are my favorite sous chef.” She says and winks at you.

“Well I’ll let us both go to bed. Sweet dreams gorgeous girl. I love you. And I’ll see you in the morning.” You say and then blow her a kiss.

“Sweet dreams princess. I love you more! I’ll see ya tomorrow!” She says and then blows you a kiss.

You wake up to the sounds of your mom working on her portion of the food today in the kitchen. You look at the alarm clock that reads 10 a.m. and then you hear “Good morning my sleeping beauty.” And you think you must be dreaming, so you look around the room confused. Then you hear Jessica Rabbit’s adorable giggle. “Turn over so I can see you pretty girl.” She instructs softly. You turn over and there your gorgeous woman is in her eagle’s sweatshirt and black leggings in her kitchen, looking at you with such love.

“Morning baby.” You say sleepily with a big smile.

“How’d you sleep amore mio?” She asks as she cuts some vegetables for some dish she’s making you assume.

“Not too bad actually. But I did get to fall asleep with you, so it makes sense I slept pretty good.” You report. “How’d you sleep my gorgeous girl? How long have you been up for?” You ask.

“I slept pretty good too. As you said, sleeping on FaceTime with you really was comforting to me. Now we know what to do if one of us takes a trip. I woke up at like 7:30 to get things started and as you know that’s sleeping in compared to a work day. When I woke up you were facing me and I don’t think I tell you this enough when we’re together but you look so freaking cute when you sleep! I may have took a picture or two for my secret stash.” She says with a smirk.

“You literally think everything I do is cute. Why am I not surprised you took pictures? And your “stalker” photo album you have of me can’t be called a secret stash when you look at it when I’m sitting right next to you on the couch.” You tease her.

“You love my gentle stalking tendencies! Just add it to the long list of my amazing attributes.” She jokes as she flips her hair.

You roll your eyes. “Oh my god I could hear that eye roll all the way in Philly!” She teases. “You my love need to get your cute ass out of bed and eat some breakfast.” She says looking at you smiling.

“Are you going to always make sure I eat every meal?” You tease her.

“Yes ma’am! I know you have a weird history with food, so I’m always gonna check on you and your eating. And it’s not because I don’t think you got it, cause I know you do. It’s just nice to have support around stuff that we don’t love doing that we have to do. It’s like you helping me with my cbd lotion for my arthritis every night. Does it make me feel like I’m your fucking grandma, yes! But does it also make me feel so cared for by you, yes!” She says smiling. “And besides I need my future wife to live a long healthy life with me!” She exclaims.

“Okay you sold me! You always make me melt when you call me that, ya know?” You say softly.

“I know baby, I feel the same way. I think we both feel that way because we know we’ve finally have found the right person. God it makes me emotional just talking about it.” Mel says and you can see she’s willing herself not to cry.

“Awwwww baby, it’s good tears though. It’s like relief and all the other emotions washing over us being like we don’t have to search anymore, we can just lie safely in each other’s arms and rest.” You say with a shy smile.

“You speak so beautifully sometimes and it always surprises me in the best way possible. I love you so much amore mio. You better be saving that shit for our vows.” She says and then laughs. “Now go eat your breakfast please if not for yourself do it for me.” The redhead says with her big puppy dog eyes.

“Okay I’ll do it just for you. I hope all your cooking endeavors are successful! I know they’ll all turn out delicious! And you better save me some leftovers, you know I’m obsessed with your cooking! I’ll talk to you later amore.” You say smiling big at her.

“I will definitely make sure to save you some leftovers! I’ll talk to you later my angel! I love you!” She says with a big smile.

“Love you more! Bye!” You say.

“Byeee!” She says and waves and then you end the call.

You, Becca, and Jake hangout in the basement and watch movies you all used to love when you were kids. You had a few drinks throughout the day and just like she said Mel made sure you drank Gatorade in between drinks. The meal with your parents was tolerable, the food was good and your mom kept the conversation light.

After the thanksgiving meal, your phone starts ringing. It’s Jessica Rabbit FaceTiming you.

“Hey pretty girl!” She says when you answer.

“Hey my love! What’s up?” You say with a big smile.

“Everyone wants to say hi to you!” She says with a big smile and then she flips her camera around and you hear a chorus of Happy thanksgiving (Y/N)! as she pans around the table showing most if not all of the Schemmenti’s.

“Happy thanksgiving everyone!” You exclaim.

She stops the camera on Nonna. “We miss you dearly (Y/N)! It’s definitely not the same without you here! But I hope you had a wonderful thanksgiving with your family!” The Schemmenti matriarch says to you with a big smile.

“Awww Nonna thank you, you’re too sweet! I miss y’all too! I’ll definitely spend next Thanksgiving with you guys, my mouth is already watering thinking about the delicious food we’ll have next year!” You say with a big smile.

“I’m gonna hold you to coming next year (Y/N)! Now have a good rest of your time home! I know Melissa has been missing you, so you get back here safely so you can take care of our girl, okay?” Nonna says.

“Yes ma’am, I will do my best to get back safe and taking care of Melissa is the number one thing on my to-do list when I get back. I hope y’all have a great rest of your thanksgiving!” You say.

The camera turns back to Melissa and she’s wearing a big smile. “So as you can see everyone misses you but I definitely miss you the most! I just wanted to call and let everyone say hi and so you could see everyone! I’ll call you tonight. I love you so much amore mio.” She says. In the background you can hooting and hollering as well as whistling. “Youse guys better shut it, before I come over there and make you!” The redhead threatens her family. You can’t help but laugh.

“I’ll talk to you later, gorgeous. Love you more! Byeee!” You say as you wave to her.

“Bye beautiful!” She says as she waves back and then you end the call.

On Black Friday you, your sister and your mom have a pamper yourself day. You start out the morning getting massages, then you get facials, then you end with getting your nails done. You were glad that you were being kept busy, it helped you not miss Mel so much.

You were at the nail salon and you and your sister were just letting your toes dry. Your mom had run home because she got done early and wanted to get the house in better shape from the Thanksgiving festivities that went on yesterday.

“So do you feel different with Melissa than you have in your previous relationships?” Your sister asks you.

“Yeah it’s truly night and day, like there’s no comparison. I didn’t know that I could feel really truly loved and she makes me feel that way every day.” You say smiling.

The bell rings signaling a new customer coming in. You look over, that’s weird the woman who just walked in looked a hell of a lot like Jessica Rabbit.

“Becks, you see that woman who just came in. I swear to god it’s Melissa’s Michigan doppelgänger! Isn’t it weird that some people have that going on?!” You say to your sister looking amused.

You realize the woman is carrying a gorgeous bouquet of roses. Mmm she’s lucky, got those flowers probably from someone special you think to yourself. Before you know it the woman is walking in your direction. You look away and start messing with your phone. The woman sits right next to you.

“(Y/N) look she sat right next to you.” Your sister chuckles.

“I mean she is my girlfriend’s doppelgänger so it makes sense.” You quip back.

“I dare you to say something to her.” Your sister says with a mischievous smile.

“Are we 12 again? Fine I accept the dare to add some entertainment to your extremely dull life.” You tease.

You turn to the woman. She smiles at you. You smile back. “Hi, I just had to say that those flowers are gorgeous.” You say.

“Thank you. They’re for you.” The woman says looking at you so lovingly.

And then your jaw drops and you look back at your sister who smiles and nods and then you look back at the woman.

“Mel?” You say in disbelief.

“Hey pretty girl.” She says.

“Shut the fuck up! No fucking way! Shut up!” You exclaim and then you fly out of the salon chair and into the redhead’s arms and then immediately start sobbing. You just hug her for what seems like forever.

“Oh my god (Y/N). You’re acting like the woman just came home from war or something.” Becca teases.

You flip her off. You finally break the hug and sit back in the chair to let your toes dry completely.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you squeeze her hand.

“Surprising my gorgeous girl. After you met my family, I reached out to Becca and your folks to ask if it was okay if I crashed your thanksgiving weekend together and surprise you. I think I can confidently say the mission was accomplished.” She says with a smirk.

“No shit, it was accomplished. I was floored! I literally was saying to Becca when you came in that it was the Michigan Doppelgänger of you.” You say chuckling.

“Do you really think Michigan would have a Philly 11?” Melissa teases you.

“Oh honey, there’s only one Philly 11 even in Philly.” You say smiling as you lean towards her and kiss her softly.

Mel turns her attention to your sister when you break away. “Hey I just want to thank you for helping me pull this off, I really appreciate it.” She says to Becca.

“Of course. You’re very welcome. I know I give her a lot of shit. But from what she’s told me about you, you make her really happy and feel safe, loved, and supported. And that’s all I could ever want for her in terms of a relationship. So thank you for taking such good care of her.” Becca says with a smile.

“She deserves all of it and so much more. I just feel lucky to call her mine.” She says and caresses your cheek.

The nail technician comes over and tells you your toes should be dry.

You put your boots on and walk arm in arm with Mel up to the cash register with Becca not far behind.

“Let me pay for your nails guys.” Mel says to you and Becca.

“You don’t have to do that babe.” You say pulling her closer to you.

Mel looks at you and you know that she is trying to make a good first impression on Becca.

“That’s very sweet of you hun. Thank you for treating us.” You say squeezing her arm.

“Yeah Melissa, seriously thank you.” Becca says smiling at Mel.

When everything was paid you walked out to the cars.

“I grabbed her bag just like you instructed.” Becca says to Mel and then proceeds to take your suitcase out of the trunk of her car. Mel grabs it so fast it makes your head spin, she always likes to help you with your bags but knows you're stubborn and if you get to it first, you’ll insist you got it. The woman knows you inside and out, and you love that she does.

“Why did you ask her to bring my bag?” You let go of her to face her, arms crossed.

“Hey weirdo she’s trying to romance you with another surprise! Stop being a butthead! You truly are a saint for putting up with all of this Melissa.” Becca says as she gestures to you.

Mel steps close to you and takes your face in her hands. You feel yourself relax completely and you put your hands in her back pockets and pull her closer to you.

“Do you remember when you told me about you working for that really nice hotel in the summers during college in your hometown?” She asks you.

“Mhmm.” You say looking at her curiously.

“Well during that conversation you said that one of your dreams was to stay at that hotel and see what it was like as a guest. So I booked us a room there for the weekend to make that dream come true.” She says with the biggest smile.

For the second time today Melissa has made you cry. “You did not! I can’t believe this.” You say through your tears. “I don’t deserve this.” You say as you wipe your tears.

“Look at me.” She says as she gently takes your chin and guides it until you’re looking directly at her gorgeous emerald eyes. “You always put everyone else first before yourself. You always make it a priority to make me feel so cared for, loved and supported. You definitely deserve this. Let me put you first this weekend. Let me spoil my angel. I love you so fucking much (Y/N). And I hope you know that this isn’t a just this weekend thing, this is the rest of your life with me thing. So you better get used to it, pretty girl.” Melissa says and then kisses you softly.

“Damn it, y’all are better than watching the bachelor. Got me crying and everything!” Becca exclaims.

“I love you more amore mio.” You say softly.

You then turn to Becca. “We’ll see you for dinner with the parental units.” You say with a smile.

“Sounds good! Melissa I apologize for our parents in advance. They’re just very set in their ways and what they think our lives should look like. They can’t see through their own bullshit. If they don’t see how happy and in love you two are, disregard their opinion. I hope for both of your sake that they surprise us and they’re genuinely supportive of y’all.” Becca says.

“Yeah she knows about the whole Culver’s discussion that happened on Wednesday. I understand where they’re coming from to a certain degree, like yeah I’m dating someone who’s close in age to them and could technically be their friend when you put age into the equation. But she’s not! And the other issue that we’d both struggle with is if she had kids that were close to my age. But she doesn’t so that’s a nonissue. It’s just upsetting to me that they’re so closed minded if it doesn’t look exactly like their lives.” You say as you shake your head.

Melissa puts her arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to her. “It’s okay. It’ll all be okay.” She says softly as she kisses your head.

“Let’s all cross our fingers. Bye hun. I loved spending today with you as always.” Becca says and then gives you a hug. “Melissa it was really nice finally meeting you in person, again thanks for the nails.” She says as she hugs Mel. And then she gets into her car.

You go to grab your suitcase and feel Melissa playfully pull you back.

“You little shit! You’re gonna let me get your bag. Because you know how much I love you and how much I want to take care of you. So let me do that god damn it.” She says smirking at you.

“Fine.” You huff. She looks at you and pulls you closer to her.

“You know what will make you feel better? Kissing me.” She says in her flirty voice with a big smirk.

“You’re not wrong.” You say softly as you take her face in your hands and kiss her with a burning desire.

“Damn girl. Save it for the hotel.” She teases you and then smacks your ass.

She opens the trunk of the rental car and puts your suitcase next to hers. You patiently wait for her to get that all situated and then let her open your car door for you. You still can’t wrap your head around the princess treatment you get from her, but you knew it was all genuine and she loved taking care of you in those little ways.

“Thanks baby.” You say and she leans down to give you a quick kiss before carefully shutting your door and getting in on her side.

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hi my love! I hope you are well. <3

can I suggest a smut + fluff where the reader is insecure about some scars she has on her body, and the poor girl is scared that Melissa won't find her pretty? And when Mel finds out about this, does she show how beautiful and precious Y/N is to her?

Thanks for the sweet request! I'm good and I hope you´re too. I also hope that you like this💕

🎄Happy holidays yall! Smutsanta it's bringing hot requests for naughty people and your names are on my naughty list! Enjoy!🎄

~Let me remind you~

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: Fluff - Smut ⚠️

Warnlings : (+18) strong words, fingering, vulgar language. Age gap(legal)

Summary:The thought of being intimate with the redhead was scary and your insecurities played tricks on you, but Mel takes care of chasing away all your fears.

Tired, that's how you felt. Your mind anywhere but where you should be paying attention, on the professor who was talking in front of you explaining the important topics that would go into your next exam. In your mind, the last conversation with your girlfriend, Melissa, kept playing

-"I can't believe that this is your last exam and you'll already be an elementary school teacher, and it's so good that you're already assured of a position at Abbott when you leave here from college. We should celebrate this! What do you think about renting a cabin for the two of us for the weekend? We could have a relaxing soak in a hot tub, go to a restaurant, spend a lot of time together..."-Spending a lot of time together, that played over and over in your head. You and Melissa had been dating for a couple of months, because of her schedule and yours, you had never been together too much time like a whole weekend, a weekend dedicated just to you and her. While you were excited to spend so much time with her, it also made you nervous to think about how intimate it would be. The times you and Mel had been together before, it had been in a hurry, a quick visit to the dorm room at the university, where she didn't have time to completely undress you and only took off your pants to put her hand inside to make you cum before your roommate arrived, or a quick visits to her school, where you went to her car to do it, where there wasn't much room and she couldn't see you well.

But this time would be different, Melissa would have all the time and space in the world to be with you and see your body, see every inch of your body. See every imperfection on your body. A sigh left your lips, you felt sad just imagining her seeing you completely naked, and if she didn't like it? What if she regretted being with you? What if she was disgusted? It would be hard to go to the same school to work if you knew she was disgusted by you or if she couldn't stand to see you.

The sound of your teacher ending class and your classmates getting up to leave, took you out of your thoughts. After taking your things, you went back to your room. A couple of hours later, your cell phone rang, it was a message from Melissa, to know if you would go out together, to book the cabin. Although you weighed in on a thousand excuses, none of them carried enough weight to tell her that you wouldn't go, so you ended up accepting your girlfriend's invitation.

As the weekend approached, your nerves grew bigger and bigger, the knot in your stomach hurt more, and you had more and more doubts about whether you would be able to do so.

The day arrived and Melissa excitedly picked you up on campus, helped you carry your bag to the car and let you choose the playlist while she drove. When you arrived at the cabin, it was a beautiful and very decorated place, it was a romantic and delicate house, so romantic that the only thing it did was make your nerves grow.

Melissa had made many plans to make the most of the weekend, romantic dinners, evening walks on the beach, brought movies to watch, and asked to be left with groceries at the cabin so she could cook your favorite meal for you. But your mind only traveled to the same moment, the moment when you're in bed together and she sees you completely naked. You tried to avoid it by doing it somewhere else where she couldn't completely see you. When you were in the restaurant having dinner, you proposed to go to the bathroom because you knew that they would have little room and it would have to be fast, but the redhead denied saying that she felt too full to move. When you walked along the beach you proposed it to her again, since there was little light and she couldn't see you very well, but Mel shook her head again, saying how uncomfortable it was after having to scoop out the sand that sticks to every inch of your body. With no other ideas, you sighed and didn't keep trying.

Arriving home, while Mel was putting down her coat, you went upstairs to the room planning what to do, but you were startled when you felt the redhead's hands on your waist as she kissed your shoulders

-"Don't panic, it's just me... Let me tell you, that dress looks beautiful on you and I'm so happy we were able to go out together, it feels nice to spend time with you without hurries..."-She spoke in a soft, loving voice, and you smiled

-"You look beautiful too... Thank you for everything you planned..."-You replied smiling but a sigh left your lips and the redhead looked at you worriedly

-"Are you okay hon?"-Mel asked turning to see you face to face and you nodded not very convinced, your eyes were a little watery from the fear you had and that did not go unnoticed by her, it only worried her more and she hugged you tightly-"hey hey, What's going on? You know you can trust me"

-"I know, it's just something very stupid..."-You whispered and she frowned

-"It's not a stupid thing if it makes you want to cry"-Mel kissed your forehead and you sighed hiding in her neck

-"Can I ask you something?"- You whispered against her neck and she nodded, gently massaging your back-"I know this weekend is just for us, to enjoy and have a good time, but when we do, sex I mean, can it be with the lights off?"-Your voice was just a whisper, like the voice of a frightened child, or like when you try to scream in a dream and your voice doesn't come out. The redhead looked at you confused, stopping her caresses

-"Why are you asking for that hon? It's not the first time we'll do it, plus if you don't want to do it you could have told me, you know I would never force you to do anything, it just confuses me that you were quite insistent on doing it in different places earlier tonight...If it's because you're not waxed, I've told you before that I don't care"-Melissa looked at you trying to figure out the reason and you sighed

-"It's not that... The previous times we've done it, you haven't seen me, you've only touched me, you never took all my clothes off... And I'm embarrassed... I'm ashamed and scared that now that you'll have time to take a good look at me, you won't like what you see"-You responded by avoiding her gaze and she gently grabbed your cheeks to get you to pay attention to her

-"You have a perfect body, what are you talking about?..."- she asked with concern in her voice

-"It's not perfect... You only say that because you haven't seen it, but it's full of marks and some scars... My previous boyfriends and friends made it very clear to me how ugly my body looks with that..."You answered and now it was her turn to sigh shaking her head

-"My love... No one it's perfect, we all have our flaws, I mean, look at how many wrinkles I have or how the skin on my arms hangs a little... And let's not start talking about how the years had left my crotch... But, when we are with the right person, it doesn't matter anymore how ugly we see ourselves, we can be perfect in someone else's eyes. The things you are ashamed of, will only become reasons to love yourself more in the eyes of the right person. Where you see scars that embarrass you, I see reminders of how strong you are, it should never be a reason to feel ashamed, but to feel proud. The marks on your body show life experiences, no one would ever complain about the words and marks we find written on the pages of books that tell us a story, no one should ever complain about the marks on your skin that tell your story. Your body is yours and you shouldn't let anyone say anything bad about it, nor believe them when they do... But when you have doubts and don't feel pretty, I'll be there reminding you every day how perfect you are. Okay?"-Melissa spoke in a soft voice and you nodded still hidden in her neck. She carefully grabbed your blouse-" I want to see you... Can I take off your blouse?"-She asked and you nodded again, pulling back a little so that she could take it off-" Can I take your pants off?"-she asked again and you nodded, letting her do it. Mel very carefully and delicately removed your bra, knelt carefully at your feet, and also removed your underwear. A shiver ran through your body and you tried to cover yourself with your hands when she stood up in front of you, looking at you very intensely, but the redhead didn't let you. She took your hands gently, kissed your knuckles and then took your waist carefully, you thought maybe she would start kissing you, but instead, she carefully turned you around making you stand in front of a very large mirror in the room. Seeing yourself so exposed only made you embarrassed and you looked down. Mel clung closer to you, hugging you from behind and resting her head on your shoulder, with her hand she grabbed your chin and made you look in the mirror-"Look at yourself sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with you"-Her fingertips rested gently on your scars, running very gently over them-"Nothing wrong with you, just reasons to love you more... Do you believe me?"-whispered against your ear and kissed your neck

-"I'm trying"-You responded smiling when you felt her kisses

-"I'll kiss you until you believe me"-She replied and you felt how her hands caressed your waist and legs, her mouth leaving kisses and marks on your skin. The whole situation was very intimate, very intoxicating, her perfume and her soft skin surrounding you, her hands running over your body, her soft words and caresses in places that even you wouldn't touch. The shame you had turned into desire, a desire to continue listening to her sweet voice, a desire to continue to feel her caresses, a desire to be in her presence forever. But even so, you were still finding it hard to look at yourself in the mirror. Melissa's hands gently moved to your crotch, parting your folds with one of her fingers, while her other hand massaged one of your breasts, that by the desire and the moment, your nipples were very stiff and hard, very sensitive to her caresses.

A groan left your lips and you closed your eyes resting your head on her shoulder, but that made her stop all her movements. Confused, you opened your eyes and saw her seriousness in the reflection of the mirror

-"I want you to see yourself, or I'll stop my movements... I want you to see how perfect you are and get used to seeing yourself the way you are, I want you to see how I touch you, I want you to see yourself react to my caresses, I want you to see yourself until the moment you come on my fingers"-Mel bit your ear and you let it out a quiet cry. When she saw that you were still looking at yourself in the mirror, she resumed her movements. Her index finger began to caress your sex gently in circles, slowly but firmly. Your hips began to move involuntarily against her hand, wanting to keep up with her, but she pulled you closer to her body. Her crotch brushing against your ass only made you desperate and move more against her. The redhead moaned in your ear and her movements picked up faster. You were overwhelmed by the delicacy of the moment, how could she say such sweet words while her fingers opened and touched you like that. Her touch felt hot and addictive, like the warmth of a campfire when you're cold, her heart beating on your back, heaving and uncontrolled like yours, her breath hot against your neck, her lips giving little kisses and bites on your skin, one of her hands holding you against her crotch while the other hand caressed your button desperately. Feeling and seeing all that in the mirror, made your body start to spasm. But seeing how your breasts began to bounce and your hips moved uncontrollably against her hand made you orgasm on the redhead's fingers. A moan in unison left your lips and hers, with her free hand she took your jaw and kissed you gently while her fingers were still making lazy circles over you clit.

With your body tired and agitated, you turned around hugging her and hiding in her neck again, not out of embarrassment this time, but out of lack of strength. Mel kissed your head and carefully guided you to the bed, still hugging you.

After a couple more rounds and sweet words, you fell asleep on her chest, both of you completely naked and your legs intertwined.

The next day, you woke up when the sun had already risen a couple of hours ago, you were confused by not seeing Mel next to you, but when you heard the noises from the kitchen, you knew that she was surely making breakfast. After stretching a little, you got up to look for something to wear, but you stopped in front of the mirror looking at your completely naked body with a smile, you were full of delicate and soft marks, but especially, Mel had taken it upon herself to kiss and highlight with marks all the contour of your scars, with your fingertips you ran your scars smiling and then you got dressed.

Going down to the dining room, you smiled at all the food on the table and the amazing smell, carefully approached the redhead and hugged her

-"Good morning beautiful, how did you sleep?"-she whispered against your hair and then kissed you

-"So good... I wish this weekend would never end, I don't want to forget everything that happened last night... I appreciate it so much..."-You whispered. Melissa walked away from you and turned on the stereo, smiling as you looked at her in confusion

-"You know, I read an article that said that when we associate a song with a moment, it makes it stick more etched in our memory, I'll put a song, so that every time you hear it or every time you doubt how beautiful you are, you remember this moment, how much I love you and how perfect you are"-She smiled before putting on the song and starting to sing it for you as she hugged you.

(This is the song that Mel it's singing, I dedicate to all the soft souls out there❤️)

[jeridandridge]

A Shoulder to Cry On

When Melissa’s Nanna gets sick you’re the only one she lets in. CW: Mention of death

It’s lunchtime on a Wednesday when she gets the call. You run after her down the hallway following Melissa into her classroom. She’s shaking and nearly drops her keys when you reach over gently taking her hand.

“Melissa, let me drive.” You tell her taking the keys and reaching for her purse. The redhead looks at you with flushed cheeks and a wobbling lip before she lunges forward holding onto you like a life raft.

Resting your head against hers she shakes in your arms letting out a sob, clawing at the back of your shirt like she can’t get close enough to you. “Cmon, Mel. Let’s go see her.”

Maria Schemmenti is one tough lady. At 93 years old she was still cooking Sunday dinners, making sauce from scratch outside and pasta noodles in her kitchen. Now, Melissa has to see her grandmother small and frail in a cold hospital bed connected to all kinds of wires. Of course you learn this after Melissa comes back to the waiting room, melting against you again. Not even her leather jacket she wore as armor could give her the boost she needed today. Instead, she hides her face in your neck.

“It’s bad.”

You close your eyes for a moment, standing in the crowded waiting room with the sound of the fluorescent lights flickering and the smell of hand sanitizer you squeeze Melissa gently. A hug that lets her know you’re not going anywhere.

In the early morning hours when you convince Melissa to go home and get some sleep she sobers up as she unlocks her front door. “Thanks for coming with me, hon.” She gives you a sad smile.

You eye her hand on the door then look back at her tired eyes. “Do you want me to stay?” You weren’t sure what you two were, but you had to be something to her if she let you see her so vulnerable and allowed you in her house.

Melissa reaches out for your hand leading you through the dark house up to her bedroom. You’d never seen her room before, and it was completely Melissa. From the framed eagles jersey on one of the walls to the stack of books on her nightstand. You can’t help but smile.

Moving in the dark Melissa strips down to just a tshirt and her underwear, climbing into bed. You stand there for a moment unsure if you should do the same.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” She quirks a brow watching you kick off your shoes hesitantly. You strip down to your tank top and underwear crawling under the cool sheets, immediately warmed up by Melissa curling around you.

This is the first night you fall asleep in Melissa’s bed.

Two days later you’re in the teachers lounge waiting for the students to arrive, only this time Melissa isn’t there in her usual spot. Standing by the coffee pot you call her and the phone rings. And rings. Then voicemail.

“Barb, have you heard from Melissa?”

“No, dear I haven’t. She probably just needed the day to herself.” She assures you patting your shoulder before she walks out.

You sigh trying to keep your mind off of the woman. To no avail your mind drifts from your lesson plans to the woman even during the middle of class. You were happy to have the older kids, it was easy to put on music and have them work out of their books for the afternoon. Sat on your desk your phone vibrates immediately sending a wave of anxiety through you. Unlocking the phone you read the text from Melissa with a shaky breath. Her nanna was gone.

The end of the day couldn’t come fast enough. When it does you jog to Barbara’s classroom trying to catch her before she goes.

“Oh, y/n, I was just going to call you.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder as you walk in. “Did she tell you?”

“Yes, she told me.” She sighs with a nod. “I can’t expect her to be doing well.”

Mulling Barbara’s words over you realize that Barbara is probably the only person that could get through to her.

“I think you should go check on her. She’ll listen to you.”

Barbara gives you a soft smile reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. “Who did she let take her to the hospital, babygirl? She didn’t ask me.”

That’s when it hits you. Barb is absolutely right. Whatever you had with Melissa, you would have to make the first move. Right now, you know you need to go take care of her.

“I’ll send you a text later, let you know what’s going on.” You offer playing with the ring of your keys.

“Good luck, honey.”

A little while later you get to Melissa’s with a pizza and a hoodie of yours that she loved to borrow. Parking in the driveway you get out and use the spare key that’s hidden behind the mailbox because “rock keys are too obvious, y/n”

Unlocking the front door all the lights are off and the curtains are closed. Setting everything down on the counter you head upstairs. “Mel, it’s just me. I’m coming up.”

In the hall you go to her bedroom, hand on the doorknob you find it locked. “Mel?” you call out, anxiety hitting you. “Mel, I’m not against kicking the door down.”

You hear a watery laugh from the other side of the door as it opens. There Melissa stands, in flannel bottoms and an old Abbott tshirt. “Thank god, I didn’t wanna scuff my new shoes.” You joke holding your arms open for her.

She steps forward curling herself into you letting out a sigh. “I fell asleep going through pictures.”

You hum twirling the end of her hair with your fingers. “You needed to sleep. I brought your favorite pizza and I’m yours all weekend. Whatever you need.”

Melissa lets out a bubble of laughter holding onto you enjoying the warmth and comfort you offer. She didn’t have the nerve to tell you how she felt, but she figured her actions were enough for now.

“All mine huh?” She hums against you before she lifts her head meeting your eyes. You give her a soft smile noticing the freckles across her nose, how they’re more noticeable when her cheeks are flushed. Lifting your hand you gently wipe the dried tear stains from her cheeks lingering against her skin.

“Let’s get you some food and put in a cheesy movie.”

Melissa keeps her arm around you as you go downstairs, feeling a bit of life again with you around.

“Thanks for taking care of me, hon.” She lets out in a hoarse voice.

Smiling you wrap your arm around her shoulder with a squeeze.

“I’ll always take care of you, Mel.”

[honnie-bunni]

Blaire Keller. No, no this is literally just Blaire Keller. Allow me to elaborate;

Blaire Keller - She/Her, AMAB, Trans Woman, Lesbian

Mel Quarters - He/It, AFAB, Trans Man, Bisexual

Alessio Rossi - They/It, AFAB, Nonbinary, MLM

Nisus Ethereal - He/Him, AMAB, Cis, Pansexual

So technically, she managed to do both.

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[honnie-bunni]

These guys! Oh, they're my favourites!

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

I should hate you

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Warning: soft lesbians,

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Melissa never went home that night no, she couldn’t she wouldn’t not when you had been seated in the crowd watching her. Anna the daughter she never met beforehand right next to you smiling confused, did she know her mother was getting married or was it some old friend of her mums?.

She had ignored the signs long enough hoping they would go away but she knew deep in her heart that leaving you wasn’t right. That she really only dated Gary to try heal her self inflicted wounds because she wasn’t getting younger.

Seven years was a long time

Seven years of being haunted by your ghost, the question if you had the child and clearly you had she couldn’t be more proud of you. It took her a week before returning home, home? Nothing was home without you she found.

She packed Garys things leaving them on the front lawn for him to collect before she called Liam asking for your address. Hopefully it wasn’t too late to make amends.

When she pulled into your driveway there you sat on the front doorstep, book and cigarette in hand soaking in the spring weather. She refused to move slowly drunk off the view of you, it made her question why she ever left in the first place.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she took a deep breath working the courage to even face you. “Mama!” Anna screamed excitedly as she ran up the drive Liam not far behind, you looked up smiling brightly first you saw Melissa before you focused on your daughter.

Anna ran into your open arms happily after you put your cigarette out, this.. this moment right here Melissa could of had all along. Liam kissed your temple whispering something in your ear while taking Anna gently from you.

Melissa took this time to get out of the car meeting you in the middle of your front lawn, a sight to see in your pink floral embroidered dress. An angel she convinced herself “hey” you smiled gazing at the woman “hey” Melissa swallowed awkwardly.

“What brings you here?” Your eyes gentle as you rested a hand on her crossed arm “I hope it’s not too late” she whispered. “Too late for what Mel?” Too late for what? “An us” Melissa sighed quietly “I regretted too late and I know that, I regretted that day as soon as I got in my car but I was too proud to admit I was wrong”.

“Maybe it’s not too late” you shrugged “maybe it was just the time” Melissa looked up confused “you ever heard if you love them let them go?”. She never knew a voice to sound more soft, she would save that word to describe you soft you were, angelic.

“Well I let you go not long after you left, I held onto hope but I knew your return was scarce but if you love them let them go, if they return it was meant to be”

Meant to be

Meant to be was all Melissa caught “you should hate me?” She stated more so confused “I should hate you” there was an agreement in your eyes. “I should but I love you more, the life I lead I wouldn’t have without you, Anna… I have her because of you”

“Melissa I have loved you longer than I had you, longer than I have loved one before” you sighed gently “I wished you didn’t get married the first time, that you would’ve ran and grabbed my hand but it wasn’t the time. Then the same the second time how I wished you would leave and you did, honey you didn’t marry him”

“But I didn’t marry you either?”

“It wasn’t the time”

“Is now the time?”

Melissa had moved closer so close you could feel her warmth breath pan against your face, she had uncrossed her arms a hand coming to cup your jaw.

“You move quickly” you laughed against her lips ignoring the way Liam cheered with your daughter as Melissa pulled you closer.

Third time lucky

[honnie-bunni]

[countmur]

How Literate Arcane Characters Are - Headcanon Thread

(Vander, Silco, Benzo, Caitlyn, Vi, Mylo, Claggor, Powder, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel)

I’ve never used tumblr before so please be patient w me 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ some minor spoilers for arcane 1 ahead!!

Vander:

Barely literate. He gets by mostly but he reads increasingly slow and needs to read out loud. The undercity doesn’t have an actual school system so the kids usually have to teach themselves or have their parents teach them. Vander was just a little shit as a kid, thought it was useless then and now he’s trying to learn since he’s running a business and all that. He can write, but again, barely. Has to sound out every word and even then it’s not guaranteed to be spelled right. He doesn’t understand how people read for fun. You give him anything thicker than a pamphlet and he’ll look at you like you’re crazy

Rat bastard Silco 🥰

A lot more literate than his brother, he was always more of the brains than the brawn anyway. For his work the ability to write well is a must, and he was a little less of a shit in his childhood than Vander so he actually started learning early on. He does enjoy reading actually!! He’s a bit of an elitist though and thinks he’s better than everyone else for “enjoying” classics. Probably wrote some fanfics as a teen, If Vander could read then he would definitely bully Silco.

Benzo (off topic but he doesn’t get as much love as he deserves)

He’s around the same level of literacy as Silco. Read data sets and instructional pamphlets all the time as a kid. Probably stumbled upon an IKEA furniture assembling guide once as a kid and was so fascinated he just had to figure out what it meant. Vander always comes to Benzo for help when he gets an especially fancy message from Grayson. I think Benzo would actually have some nice handwriting and would be super proud of his signature. He’s used to tinkering with very small and complex machines so he’s got good control.

Caitlyn

Idk what you want me to say here she’s a piltie with a council member for a mom I don’t know how she could be anything less than that one kid in elementary who was reading at a 12th grade level in 3rd grade. Read fanfics as a kid. Still does occasionally. Probably figured out she was a lesbian from reading fanfics. Had a weird obsession with mystery novels back then which may or may not have led her to become an enforcer.

Vi

Yeah she’s obviously Vander’s kid. Didn’t see the need to read and Vander didn’t really push her to so she just kinda never learned to read. To her the most important thing is to be able to speak well and not die. Probably liked to flip through comic books and try and piece together the story from the pictures (that or she just made up her own). Being locked up in prison for several years also doesn’t really help with literacy so yeah. Vi is illiterate.

Mylo

Most literate of Vander’s kids. He’s not super advanced but he’s doing a LOT better than his siblings. Benzo probably gave him a book on lockpicking without telling Vander once and that’s probably where Mylo actually began to read a lot more. He enjoys the usual fantasy and adventure books but rarely has the time to read them. He’s probably around a 5th or 6th grade reading level. Likes to rub the fact that he can understand the comic books into Powders face.

Claggor (I couldn’t find any good gifs of just him sorry 😢😢)

A little less literate than Mylo but he can still read pretty well! Probably likes to flip through craft books and then never make any of the projects shown (cough cough I’m projecting cough). Same with cooking books except he actually MIGHT make a thing or two shown in the book. Likes Fantasy books as well.

Powder / Jinx

As a kid she definitely loved flipping through kids’ encyclopedias with different animals in them. That’s partly why she started reading, cuz she was so interested in what those animals were. She also had a lot of spare time since Mylo would always insist on leaving her behind and sometimes it was enough to convince Vi. Once she got older I think she stopped reading as much. She still knew how to read she just lost the love for it, reminded her too much of her past life. Silco didn’t push her to keep reading either.

Ekko 😢😢😢😭😢😭😢😢😢😭😢🥺😢

Benzo actually pushed him to read a ton, and Ekko absolutely loved and respected Benzo so he wasn’t a tough student. He loved loved loved learning from Benzo and just honestly enjoyed spending time with his mentor. Benzo wasn’t too bad of a teacher either so Ekko became very literate very quickly. Again, after the events of the first arc he also lost his love for reading. He’s a great letter writer tho especially when he needs to give instructions.

Jayce

He got into a university I think you gotta be pretty literate for that. Idk tho. Could be wrong. Again idk what you want me to say for him. Oh but! I think he speaks atleast one other language just not well. He’s highly literate in English but not in the language his mom speaks. He can understand it and can speak it but can’t read or write in it.

Viktor

Kinda like Jayce I think he speaks another language EXCEPT he can also read and write in the other language too! So he’s very literate in both of the languages he speaks. He may be from the undercity but from his accent I want to make the guess that he may have moved to the undercity when he was very young. Maybe the place he was from actually had a decent school system where he learned to read and write in both his mother tongue and English. Seems like a fan of French novels and poetry books. You give him Frankenstein and he gets excited as hell.

Mel She comes from Royalty so she is very very well educated. Speaks several languages that her mom made her learn and can probably read and write in atleast 4 different languages. Traumatized girlboss polyglot!!!

Once she was no longer living with her mother I think she really started to indulge in fiction while before her mom would rarely allow it, saying it was a waste of time or that it promoted degeneracy (off topic but if Ambessa was a politician irl she would 100% use woke unironically). Seems like she’d be a big fan of Jane Austen and Emily Dickenson.

End of thread!!

[cowgurrrl]

From the Dining Table

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: I feel like I should just leave the author’s note blank because there’s nothing I can do to make it better

Summary: “The love was there. It didn’t change anything. It didn’t save anyone. There were just too many forces against it. But it still matters that the love was there.” [4.5k]

Warnings: oh it’s so sad, mentions of bullying, hard conversations, goodbyes, June ruining everyone’s night yet again

Red Dirt Girl becomes the number one movie in America the first weekend it's in theatres. Box office numbers are insanely high, promising a high payout for everyone involved, and people are already talking about sweeping the competition during awards season. Peter sent flowers to your house to congratulate you, and you and Lilly are scheduled to do as much press together as possible before you leave for Ireland. It's the best-case scenario. So, why can't you let yourself feel good about it? 

Instead of basking in your accomplishments and the pride you feel for this project or going out to celebrate on the clear Friday night that settled over LA, you're packing boxes. You're only taking the things you can't live without, but going through your stuff and deeming what you need and don't is exhausting. The rooms in your house feel especially empty as you silently walk around, thinking your way through the tasks. You consider calling Ryan or your mom to fill the eerie quiet but decide against it. You'll have to talk about Joel if you call either of them, and you don't think you're ready for that yet. So, you open your notes app and try to find the strength to do at least one thing on your list of boring, necessary things that need to get done.

Your to-do list feels never-ending and daunting every time you glance at it. You haven't even thought about finding another manager despite it being the most pressing issue besides your move. You'd been with Mel since you came to LA and thought she'd be your manager for at least another four or five years. She wasn't perfect, but she always made sure your name was being spoken in the important rooms and fought tooth and nail for you. She was ruthless on your behalf. She got you to where you are today. That's not nothing. 

You sigh and pull your hair into a ponytail, debating on going through your books or closet, when a loud knock sounds from downstairs. To call it a knock is a little generous. It sounds like someone is pounding on your door, but you're not expecting anyone. You grab the baseball bat from your bedroom closet before walking down the stairs and approaching the front door. Your knuckles turn white around the grip as you peek through the peephole to see who could possibly be pounding on your door at nine pm. The second you figure out who it is, you drop the bat and scramble to open the door.

"Ellie?" You ask, cutting her off mid-raised fist. Her hair is in her face, and she's wearing her glasses, your porch light casting shadows over her eyes. A big backpack is slung over her big hoodie, and she looks distraught.

"My dad said I can still talk to you if I want. Is that true?" She asks breathlessly, and you look behind her to see if Joel or Sarah dropped her off but find nothing. You take a deep breath and nod.

"Come in," you say, opening the door wider for her to come in. She takes two long strides over your threshold and into your home while you wrack your brain about how to handle this. Is there a handbook out there for talking to your ex-boyfriend's daughter? "Please tell me you didn't ride your bike here."

"No, I took an Uber." She says nonchalantly as you follow her into your living room. You chuckle and turn to ask her if she wants water or a snack but stop yourself short when you finally get a look at her black eye.

"Oh, my God! What happened?" 

"It's not a big deal." She says as you force her to sit at your dining table, put her backpack down, and carefully take her glasses off her face. She winces when you put your hand on her chin to turn her face so you can see her eye better. Under the glow of your kitchen lights, you find a swelling bruise on her jaw and a cut on her nose. How did you not see her injuries in the dark? 

You rush around, gathering ice and a bandaid for her nose. She doesn't say anything as she sits there, looking pretty miserable, and your heart aches at the pout of her lips. You hand her an ice pack to hold to her head while you clean and bandage the cut across her nose. None of the bruises look especially scary, and despite a little blood staining her cheek, she's perfectly fine. You take out your phone flashlight and shine the light across her pupils, watching them dilate accordingly.

"Are you a nurse all of a sudden?" She asks, and you smile as you put your phone face down on the table in front of you. 

"No, but I've played them enough on TV to know how to check for a concussion."

"Oh, is that the requirement?" She asks, and you hum. She fights a smile as she breaks eye contact with you to look down at her hands, which you notice are also bruised and cracked. "Dad told me you guys broke up." She says quietly. She looks so defeated with her slouched posture and nervous foot tapping. You know now is not a time to lie to her.

"Yeah, we did."

"Why?"

"It's complicated." 

"That's exactly what Dad said," she says. The idea of you and Joel parroting each other from opposite sides of the city pulls all the air from you and leaves you floundering. "I'm not a kid. You can tell me what happened." And she's right. She's fourteen. She's old enough to understand how relationships work, but you don't know if it's your place to tell her what happened. You don't know what you're allowed to tell her. You don't know if you're overstepping or how to fix it if you are. 

"Sometimes," you start uncertainly, hoping the words will find you along the way. "Sometimes, two people can really care about each other, but that doesn't mean they'll be together forever or even good for each other." You say, and she makes a face.

"That sucks."

"Yeah, it does," you sigh. "Now that I told you that, can you tell me why you're showing up at my doorstep at nine o'clock at night?" You change the subject, and she bites her bottom lip as her foot tapping speeds up. 

"Dad and I got into a fight." 

"Does it have anything to do with your shiner?" You ask, nodding in the direction of her black eye.

"He didn't even try to hear my side of the story!"

"Which is?" You ask, and she very quickly dives into a story of a kid who's been picking on her all year. She said she told Joel what was happening, and he said something about ignoring it or talking to the teacher, which wasn't working. Apparently, the kids' parents are some big-shot tech people the teachers don't like dealing with, so they were just gonna let him do whatever until the end of the school year. Today, he said something along the lines of Sarah's mom coming back and Ellie's mom never being able to.

"And I never even knew her! But that's still my fucking mom, and I know how sensitive Sarah is about Angela, and I just got so angry that I hit him. A lot." She says like she's waiting for you to argue with her, but you can't even imagine yelling at her after hearing that. You open your phone and open your notes app.

"What's your teacher's name?" You ask. She tells you, and you have to take several deep breaths to stop yourself from finding the teacher's phone number and calling him to ask him if he thinks it's acceptable for a student to taunt another student's dead mother. "I'll call the school on Monday, okay? That kind of behavior is disgusting, and you were justified in what you did." You say, grabbing her hand and squeezing. She nods and smiles softly as she looks at you, her dark brown eyes looking right through you. 

"You know, I don't usually like most of the people my dad dates," she says. "But I really liked you." Her use of the past tense cuts deep inside you, and you swallow thickly.

"Yeah. I like you too," you smile. "But, just because your dad and I aren't together anymore doesn't mean we can't still hang out or talk. I still care about you and your sister, and I've got quite a few movies I still need to watch." You say, and she nods, but there's something sad in her movements. You wonder if Joel told the girls about Ireland and how they reacted. Even if he didn't, Ellie is smart. She sees the boxes in your living room and the stuff piled together. She knows something is happening. Something that will impede future movie nights and emergency visits in the middle of the night. She shifts in her seat and lets go of your hand to tug at her ponytail, effectively retracting from you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Did you love my dad?" She asks, and you bite the inside of your cheek, shaking your head. You think about lying or just not answering her question altogether, but that's not fair. She opened up to you. She trusted you, and you know what it feels like to have that trust broken or not reciprocated. You stare into her eyes and try to not get emotional.

"Yeah, I did." 

"Did you break up because of us?" 

"Honey, no. No, not at all," you say, perching on the edge of your chair so your knees are touching. "Your dad and I... have very different lives and schedules, and we tried. We really, really tried, but I don't think the timing is right for us. I don't know if it'll ever be right for us, but you and your sister had nothing to do with why we broke up, okay?" You say, slouching a little to get in her eye line, and she nods. "When I found out about you guys, I wasn't scared or intimidated. I was excited because your dad only ever told me how beautiful, and brilliant, and amazing, and kind his daughters were, but when I met you, you exceeded all that. You and Sarah have become two of my favorite people on this planet, and there will never be a time when I don't cheer you guys on or want what's absolutely best for you. I mean, if I didn't like you, do you think I would've opened the door?" You ask, and she laughs. The sound makes you smile, and you put your hand on her knee. 

"You, Ellie Miller, are going to do incredible things, and I can't wait to watch it." 

"Thank you." She says softly, and you nod. There, in your kitchen, you share a quiet moment with Ellie where neither of you needs to say anything more. The love says everything you can't bring yourself to voice just yet. If you squint, you can imagine what her mother must've looked like. All big eyes and toothy grins and wavy hair. But even without any actual Miller DNA flowing through her veins, you see Joel, too. You see how he raises his eyebrows or can't hide what he's thinking to save his life. You see his smile. You see his kindness and anxiety. You see all the best parts of him. This time with her feels like a warm hug, as much as a goodbye. Nostalgic and sad and welcome all at the same time. You don't know when you'll be able to sit at a table with Ellie Miller and just stare at her again, but you know if you never see her again, you can count yourself lucky to have met such an amazing young woman. She must make her mom so proud.

"You know I have to call your dad to tell him you're here, right?" You ask quietly, and she nods. You sit there for another second before grabbing your phone and walking into the next room to call Joel. Your heart pounds in your chest as you stare at his contact information, a picture of him with his tongue out still set as his contact photo. You took it on Facetime when he was still in Texas. He was complaining about how his stomach hurt from eating too much barbeque, and he was pretending to be dead. Even after everything, it still makes you smile. You press the call button before you lose the courage to do so. He picks up on the second ring.

"Hey, I can't really talk right now. Ellie and I got into a fight, and she ran off, and I don't know what to do. Has she talked to you? Do you know where she might be?" He says quickly, sounding frantic as he shuffles with something on the other end.

"Yeah, she showed up on my doorstep about thirty minutes ago. She's fine. A little upset, but she's safe." You say and hear him sigh with relief. 

"Thank God. Okay, I'm comin' to get her. Can you keep her there until I can get to your house?"

"Of course."

"Thank you," he says. Neither of you immediately ends the call, but you don't say anything either. You can hear him breathing and imagine him standing there, flush with worry, and grinding his teeth despite the number of times you've told him to stop. It's the closest you two have been in weeks. "I really fucked up." He finally says, and you take a breath.

"All the best parents do."

"Yeah?" He asks, that familiar lilt returning to his voice. Your heart squeezes, and you nod.

"Yeah. Reminds your kids that you're human too."

"I guess," he says. It's quiet for another five seconds before he clears his throat. "Thank you for takin' care of her."

"She's a good kid."

"Yeah, she is." 

"I'll..." you start. You know you're talking in circles but don't want to get off the phone. He waits you out. "I'll see you soon." You finally say, and the phone moves against his ear.

"See you soon." He says, hesitating before ending the call. You exhale and stare at his contact photo for another second before locking your phone and walking back to the main living area. Ellie has moved from the dining room table to the couch, an old leather-bound book in her hands. You tilt your head to read the title. Much Ado About Nothing. One of your favorite Shakespeare plays that you never got to do. You perch on the edge of the couch near Ellie and smile when she puts her book down to look at you.

"That book looks older than you." 

"That's 'cause it is. It was my dad's in high school." She says, and you look at her, confused. 

"What?"  

"Yeah. He said his music teacher bought it for him or something. Dad really liked him. Wrote his name down in the acknowledgments in his first album and everything." She shrugs like it's nothing. Suddenly, you're back in New York with Joel, his hand over your heart as he listens to you recite a centuries-old monologue.

"He told me he didn't study Shakespeare in school."

"He probably didn't want you to know he's a massive nerd. He loves it. He made us go to the Globe Theatre when we were in England. It was actually pretty cool," she yawns. "I'm tired. Can I go lay down in one of the beds until my dad gets here?" 

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's fine. My room is up the stairs and to the left. I just got new pillows, so that'll probably be the most comfortable." You say, your brain still struggling to piece together what she just said. She yawns again and gives you a thumbs-up before standing with her book in hand and disappearing up the stairs.

Joel told you he didn't know anything about something you, apparently, both love. Why? Was he quizzing you? Was he trying to figure out if you actually know what you're talking about? Or was he trying to get another perspective? Did he pretend not to know so you could explain it to him in your own way? How the fuck did you not know? You want to call and ask him all these things, but you don't. You wait.

You rotate between anxiously pacing your living room, checking on Ellie (who's snoring in your bed with the book open next to her), organizing and reorganizing your stuff into boxes. Anything to keep your mind busy until Joel can get there. From the time you ended the call to when your front door opened and closed quietly, twenty minutes had passed, but it felt like a lifetime. Joel walks into the living room like it's his own house and smiles when he sees you, looking around the room for Ellie. He wearing his own glasses and a plain black shirt with jeans. The bags under his eyes are prominent, and his hair is messy. He looks exhausted.

"She went upstairs to lie down and fell asleep. I didn't want to wake her up." You answer his unspoken question, and he nods, his shoulders visibly dropping.

"No, that's okay. I'm glad she's gettin' some rest," he says, sighing deeply. "Did she tell you bout our fight?" 

"A little bit, yeah," you say, and he grimaces. You glance between the place where you and Ellie were sitting and him. "Do you wanna sit?" You ask, and he nods. Carefully, without even grazing each other, you sit across from him and stare at him. You don't know what you're supposed to say. You don't know if you're supposed to say anything. 

"You still doin' that movie with Pike?" He beats you to it, and you nod. There's no frustration or anger in his question, only curiosity. 

"I leave for Ireland in two weeks." 

"Ireland's beautiful." 

"It is." You say, not sure how else to respond. He shifts in his seat and looks at his hands as he nervously taps a rhythm into your table. 

"Thank you again for takin' her in and makin' sure she was safe. I really appreciate it." He says.

"I'm just happy she knew she could come here."

"Me too," he says. "Can we... do you wanna... I just need to say I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, but I did, and I'm sorry. I should've been better and more honest and less of a dick. You didn't deserve that." He word vomits, and your fingers twitch to reach for his. You take a deep breath and stare at him, watching his emotions play out behind his glasses.

"Thank you for apologizing," you say. "And I'm sorry, too. For everything. I wish things could be different."

"We could start over. Maybe try again," he says, his voice sad like he's trying, but he knows your answer won't change. "I don't... I don't know how to do this. But I wanna learn. I wanna learn for you." His words cut straight through to your heart, and your eyes flutter shut. You pinch the inside of your thigh to stop tears from forming, and take a shaky breath. He doesn't rush you. When you open your eyes, he's staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

"Sarah's gonna need you as she figures her mom out. It's gonna be hard, and she loves you more than I've ever seen a teenage girl love her dad. Ellie's gonna feel out of place, and she's gonna need you too. It wouldn't be fair to any of you to add this," you gesture between the two of you. "To that mix. It'd be too much. None of us would feel good about it. We'd all walk away a little burned and lot pissed off. I don't want that for us." You say, and he nods.  

"It's a nice dream." He says sadly.

"It is," you agree. "Can I ask you a question?"

"'Course." 

"When did it stop being fake for you?" You ask. He shakes his head, and his Adam's apple bobs.

"It was never fake for me. It just took me a little longer to figure out," he says, and you pinch your thigh again. "What bout you?"

"Texas," you admit, only a little ashamed at how late your answer is in comparison. "When you called me every day from Texas. That's when it stopped being fake for me," a tear spills from your eye, and Joel wipes it away before you can. His thumb is warm and familiar, and you almost lean into his touch before it can disappear completely. "This sucks."

"Yeah, it does."

"Do I, at least, get to know what songs on the newest album are about me?" You joke, and he laughs. He presses his lips together and rests his head on his hand as he looks at you.

"All of 'em," he says. "All of 'em are about you. Bout meetin' you or the way you talk in your sleep, but a lot of 'em are about New York."

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah."

"That was a good time," you say. "Ellie, um... Ellie told me about your trip to the Globe Theatre. Told me all about how much her dad loves Shakespeare," he chuckles like a kid caught with candy, and you smile. "Why'd you tell me you didn't know anything about it?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "I really don't. I was thinkin' bout it the other day, and I just remembered seein' how much you loved it. Your eyes got real wide, and you got so excited, and I just... wanted to hear you talk about it. I think I would've stayed there with you all day if I could've." He says. You have to look away from him to hide to tears pooling in your eyes. 

This shouldn't be this hard. You're supposed to meet someone you love, and nothing else matters, and you get to be with that person forever. It's hard, but you get your whole lives to figure it out together. Who did you hurt in a past life that took this opportunity away? It's not fair. You want to rip the sky apart and scream at God and demand an explanation. You want someone to blame. You want more time. You want him, and not just the good parts that made you fall in love with him. You want the broken and ridged parts he's still hiding from you. You want the parts he hates. You want to lay them out on the table and show him you don't flinch when they catch the light. 

He puts his hand on your shoulder as tears fall from your eyes, and you sniffle. His thumb presses soothingly into your skin, and you let him. You shouldn't, but you do. You don't fall into his arms and sob like you want to. No, just like every juncture of your life thus far, you let yourself cry quietly and without fuss because there are things to do. And when you're done, you turn to look at him and see tears staining his cheeks too. You cover his hand with yours and squeeze his fingers, and he takes a deep breath.

"What are we gonna do now?" He asks. You pull his hand off your shoulder and hold it in your lap, both your hands covering his large one. You smile through your tears and kiss the top of his hand.

"I'm gonna go to Ireland, and you're gonna release your album. It'll hit the top of the charts overnight, and people will be singing your praises from the rooftops and speculating on what different songs mean like they always do. I'll lie in interviews and say I haven't listened to it, but I will because it'll be yours. You and the girls and Tommy'll go on tour, and I'll be there filming, and we'll try to talk when we can, but our schedules will get in the way until we don't think about each other all the time. I'll probably lose my mind because it rains so much in Ireland, and you'll go from selling out stadiums to crying at Sarah's graduation. And we'll both work way more than we should. And life'll go on like we were never really here," you say. "And maybe one day, when we're in LA at the same time, and nothing is stopping us and our schedules align, we'll get a coffee. And we'll talk. And we'll try again." You wipe Joel's tears away and try to keep yourself from falling apart. 

"I'll mark it on my calendar." He says, and you laugh. You squeeze his hand and nod.

"I'm counting on it, Miller."

You sit there for a few more minutes before you stand and hug him. It's quick. It has to be, but it's enough to settle your heart for a moment. Joel goes upstairs, scoops Ellie in his arms, and carefully carries her out to his car. He buckles her in and turns on the air conditioning so she doesn't get too hot in the California night. You stand outside, watching him be a dad, with your arms crossed over your chest. He shuts the door quietly and walks over to you.

"I hope you have a lot of fun in Ireland." He says sincerely.

"Thank you," you say. "I hope you have a great tour."

"Thanks," he nods. He looks over his shoulder to check on Ellie in the passenger seat before turning back to you. "I should get her home. She's had a long day."

"Of course." 

"I'll, uh... I'll see you around, okay?" He asks, and your heart jumps to your throat.

"I'll see you around, Joel." With that, he walks to the driver's side door, and you walk back toward your house, the space between you growing and growing as you get further away. Your chest hurts, and you know you're gonna go inside to cry some more, but you don't turn around. Not until he calls your name.

"I love you," he says from where he's standing in front of his truck. "And I don't expect you to say anything or change your mind, but I wanted you to know. I love you." Your hands are shaking, and your throat feels like it's tightening, but you manage to give him a weak smile.

"I love you, too." 

And then, he gets in his car and drives away with his daughter in the front seat. You go back to your empty house and your piles of stuff, and you cry, and in the back of your mind, you think, if I never speak to Joel Miller again, I think that's okay. I think it has to be.

[strawbrygashez]

Andre hcs bc he’s underrated 🗣

•While he will listen to Cals grunge & borderline emo music and finds himself enjoying it here and there, he loves aggressive music a lot more. Anything u could mosh too really. His favorite genres are industrial metal & nu-metal.

•If he was a little more confident in himself and wasn’t worried about being picked on for yet another thing, he’d dress a lot more metalhead-y if he could. I imagine his style would be a mix between mallgoth, metalhead, and some military aesthetics thrown in there. (I shared a hc that cal was talking about working at hot topic before and this kinda ties into that lol. I think andre really wanted him to get the job so he could have a excuse as to why his wardrobe was getting more alternative. Yknow? Like since Cals working there and he goes to visit him when he can, why not browse around a little?)

•He self harms mostly when he’s angry. He’ll hit himself/his head when frustrated, punches stuff, picks his skin, and burns himself occasionally. He also cuts too but not as much as Cal does. He makes sure his cuts actually look like cat scratches that Mel could have gave him.

•(somewhat not really a hc/basically canon) He has a couple mental disorders but his parents kinda have no idea. He keeps things going on in his head to himself. Even Cal didn’t realize how bad off Andre was until Andre began to really trust him. Seeing that Cal obviously had his own issues (the sh scars) made it a lot easier for Andre to share his problems. As emo/stereotypical as it sounds, he really didn’t think anyone would ever get him in the same way Cal does.

•Andre is just full on GAY. He kept that note that girl gave him ages ago because it just made him feel happy and flattered. When he burns it, he only does so because he feels like he needs to fully rid himself of anyone but Cal. (Bc let’s be honest, there really wasn’t any point of him burning it otherwise? They wanted to get rid of things like CDs, books, and games so the media couldn’t blame what they did on stuff like that. I don’t get how the media could have tied the little love note to what they did.)

•He really thought he’d be a dog person until he met a actual dog as a kid. He didn’t like how hyper the dog was & that it kept jumping on him. That’s why when his parents saw it seemed like Andre was becoming lonely sometime in middle school, they got Mel. He bonded super quickly with her.

That’s not to say he won’t give a dog attention & play around with it. He just prefers cats over dogs any day of the week.

•He likes going on walks a lot. Especially if cal comes with. He likes finding places that seems like no one else knows about. I think he’d be SO thrilled if they found a abandoned old tree house. He repairs it up a little bit, adds some things inside and then declares it the army of twos meeting place. (even if they actually rarely meet there lol. They r more likely to be at each others houses but they spend some nights, share secrets, plan things and whatnot up there.)

•He’s not shy really when speaking but words do get caught in his throat and he can be kinda awkward & can’t really read the room when he’s with a big group of people.

Yknow that “he asked for no pickles” meme? That’s Cal saying that with Andre behind him to me.. Andre just prefers not to speak unless it’s absolutely necessary (with people other than Cal) or if someone pissing him off.

•He can take just about anything apart and put it back together again. He fixes Cals siblings toys all the time. He even fixes their bikes too. But he can do more complex things like taking apart a computer and all that.

•He doesn’t have many memories from when he was in Germany. He remembers some relatives and just random odd things here and there but he mostly only has childhood memories from his time in the US.

•He cusses, shit talks under his breath, calls Cal both sweet and mean names all in german.

-He doesn’t do it as much as a older teen but when he would forget the word for something in English he’d say it in German.

-The first time he said I love you to Cal was in German since he knew Cal probably didn’t know what he was saying. Like I said he also calls him names too which Cal and Rachel would try to figure the translation for later online. If it’s something romantic, Cal always would go “Haha yeah this definitely wasn’t what he said.”

•He looks up to Cal so much and is jealous of him. He loves that Cal lets himself be more vulnerable & all cheeky/boyish. Andre for some reason or another feels the need to come off as the strong, more masculine and mature one of the two around others. He likes that Cal expresses himself through sappy shit like poems & music. Andre has it in his head that he always needs to bottle everything up which results in him being quick to get angry and lash out.

That last part is why he was always so annoyed by Rachel. He couldn’t find it in himself to even tell Cal that he doesn’t want him spending time with anyone else though it’s honestly pretty obvious lol.

[seenoversundown]

Allure : Part One

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: Fluff, Flirting, Mentions of Alcohol, A lot of yearning and pining, some sexy insinuations, wholesome family time (crazy to put that right after a sex warning but-) and your favorite: pirate references.

Word Count: 3.3k (it's 3333 to be exact and I couldn't stop giggling over it)

Summary: It's a family lake day! Spending a day at the lake with everyone means getting to laugh and have fun together, but for Charlotte it means watching Jake longingly from a distance until she can get him alone.

Author's Note: I know I said there was no For Death Or Glory this week, so I felt like I owed it to you by letting these two be posted first! Happy Holiday Week!

1901 - Phoenix (No lyrics this time- the song is just a good summery vibe!)

Charlotte POV:

The chaos that ensues when we spend time with his family will never cease to amaze me. 

Danny told us about the lake day plans, and I had to remind Jacob that he was allowed to take days away from the bar. Finally, having a few successful bartenders actually stick around, he’s been able to sneak away every so often. Even though that usually involves checking his phone four hundred times throughout the day, progress is progress. 

The boys are all cracking open beers together while I’m sitting on a blanket with Quinn, Willa, and Mel, listening to Josh splash around with Iris. At least they’ll both be tuckered out later, giggling to myself at the thought. 

It’s a blessing and curse being with Jacob. That sounds terrible but walk with me. He is the most kind and gentle man I have ever met, but to a fault. He loves nothing more than to be around his brothers and help them out with whatever he can. The problem is that he forgets about himself, or in this case, me as well. 

Naturally, when we heard about the lake day, he volunteered to make food for everyone. As he would. So now that we’re here, I’m watching him from afar deal with that, while Sam continuously fumbles around with everything. Sometimes, I don’t believe Sam is actually that clumsy and just does it to get under Jake’s skin. Honestly, it is fun for me to watch some days. He’s so patient with everything, but I can see his jaw clench from a mile away when Sam about knocks over all the food into the sand. 

My eyes stay on him as I wander over, his shirt open, which really isn’t different from most days, but with the little shorts he’s decided to wear today, I swear I could eat him whole. 

Once he looks over to me, his face softens, holding his arm out for me to come in close. I slide my hands around his waist as he presses a kiss to the side of my head. 

“Hey you,” I whisper, “you okay?” Letting my eyes scan his face, knowing that he was trying not to be irritated. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” 

Reaching my hand up and holding his chin in my hand, quietly telling him, “It’s okay to tell him to leave you alone. He’s just trying to be helpful, but I bet he would gladly go off with Danny if you told him to.” 

His sweet little laugh escaped, “You’re right, I’ll tell him to kick rocks.” 

“Jacob, that’s not what I said,” I can’t hold back my laugh. His shit-eating grin grows; leaning in, he plants a kiss on my lips. 

“Gross, get a room,” Sam teases. 

Jacob quickly rebuttals, “All of you wanted this, don’t forget that,” kissing me again, and then whispers, “Go enjoy your book. I’ll bring you some food when it’s ready.” 

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Between reading and chatting with everyone, I spent a while just watching my gorgeously tanned boyfriend living his best little life. He finally took his shirt off, so he’s just been walking around in the shortest swim trunks I think he could find. I’ll never complain about it, though. 

We’ve been together for a little while now, and I’m still fully obsessed with him, but seeing him since the warm weather hit has really been a treat for me. His shirts are always a little more open, he wears his hair up in little messy buns, and these shorts have been killing me. Never thought there would be a day that I’d be excited over seeing a man’s legs, but I guess there’s a first for everything. 

“Iris has requested that you come play,” Josh’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Glancing over at the two of them, dripping wet but hand in hand and cuter than a button. I can’t say no to her. 

“Oh, of course,” I tell him. Quickly standing up and sliding off my shorts, I tuck all my things into my bag. Without turning around, I know that someone is staring, and maybe, I did that on purpose by wearing my bathing suit that shows a tasteful amount of ass. Peeking over my shoulder to see him with his eyebrows raised, looking back at me, as I walk over to where Iris and Josh have been. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t rope Quinn into playing,” I quietly say to Josh as I’m being handed a bucket to hold. 

He looks over at them for a moment, “They deserve a little break. Between working with kids and then coming home to me, I’m sure relaxing in the sun is exactly what they need. Like a little plant.” 

I’ve spent a lot of time with Josh at this point, considering everything, so we’ve gotten comfortable with each other. And I’ve learned how to understand how he speaks. She takes the bucket, flipping it over and creating the saddest tower I’ve ever seen, but when her face lights up, we follow suit. 

“Hopefully, you didn’t plan to spend time with him today,” he says with a laugh, glancing over at Jacob. 

A sigh comes from me before I can even pretend to stop it, making us both laugh. Iris looks up and sees us, so she giggles along with us. Sitting on Josh’s lap while she digs up more sand, piling it up on our legs. 

“At least he means well,” I let slip out while gazing over at him. His shorts hung low on his hips, leaving the little trail of hair visible and hip bones on full display. Does he even realize how hot he is? I really didn’t know what I was in for, meeting him in late October. 

Josh gently touches my arm before telling me, “he would drop everything for you, dear. Just say the word.” It makes my heart swell because I know he would. 

“He looks too happy right now. I can’t stop him,” the smile grew on my face. “Plus, it’s nice to see everyone in one place finally.” 

“Not at the bar,” he mutters, chuckling to himself. “I’ll say it so you don’t have to.” 

I hold a finger up to my lips, silently shushing him with a wink. 

“Trust me, we’re all glad you’re forcing him out of his little dungeon.” He admits. Josh and I have spent plenty of time discussing him over the past few months,  it will always make me laugh when he reminds me how antisocial Jacob was before I came in. 

He’s still quite the homebody, but I’ve managed to convince him to occasionally take a full day out of the bar to do things. It’s good for both of us, honestly. 

“I’ve been sent to tell you that food is ready,” Sam says as he walks towards us. Squatting down and waving Iris over to him. She runs full speed ahead at him as he scoops her up, hoisting her up to sit on his shoulders for the walk back. Watching her hold onto the bun on top of his head making both Josh and I laugh.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I let everyone grab their food before me, mostly so I could steal his attention for a second. He watches as I walk up to him, his stare will always give me butterflies. 

“Well, hi there,” he mumbles. My hand found its place on his stomach, glancing at his lips for a second before leaning in. 

“Hi,” I squeak out, feeling his hand slide over my ass, “Watch your hands there, Captain.” Squinting at him as he giggles. 

“You never told me about this one,” he says quietly, knowing we’re within earshot of everyone. “Didn’t know I was gonna get a show today.” 

“To be fair,” I giggle, “I was hoping to surprise you a little.” 

“Honey, I about had a heart attack,” he fiddles with the strings holding my top together. “I’ll always think you’re gorgeous. I mean, come on.”  His head dropped back dramatically. 

“Alright, you two,” Danny hollers, “you guys have all the time in the world to flirt with each other. Come sit!” My head falls forward into him as we both laugh. Neither of us had gotten used to the fact everyone can see us; it’s like we’re in our own world when we talk to each other. Or in the middle of the sea, as he would want to say.   ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

It was a fleeting moment I got to spend with him, as the moment we sat down with everyone, I lost him again. Immediately, he’s chatting and giggling with his brothers. He constantly grabs things for everybody, making sure everyone is happy. For such a calm human, he sure has his moments of chaos, reminding me that he is definitely Josh’s twin. 

The boys and Iris take off, back to making sandcastles and splashing in the lake. Well, three of them, while my sweet boy decided to pick up a little before hanging out.  It’s like he doesn’t know how to not be at work. Can’t clean at the bar? He’ll just clean wherever he is, apparently. 

“They’re all so cute together,” Willa pipes up as the rest of us look over. The boys run away from Iris as she splashes them, pulling out all the stops to make her laugh. 

“Some would say too cute,” Quinn says, their face flushed a little, as Josh falls over while Iris “attacks” him. 

Willa looks over, laughing at Quinn, “Oh my god, Q. Keep it together.” 

“What?! It’s not my fault I’m not afraid to admit my partner is hot.” 

“Excuse me! That was about the only thing I was willing to admit about Sam for a while,” Willa says before mumbling, “It’s just the rest of the emotions I wasn’t too excited to accept.” 

I listen to the two of them go back and forth for a few minutes like an old married couple, which is pretty typical when you get the two of them together. I look over at Mel, who is just fully zoned out, watching the boys with her child. 

“Good daydream over there?” I tease. She looks over with a little grin on her face. 

“You have no idea,” she wiggles her eyebrows, laughing as it comes out.  

Looking back over to Jacob for a second, the perfect second really. He stretches his arms up, making that trail of hair on his belly even more visible, and the little ab muscles that he hides so well pop out. 

“I don’t know I might.” 

All four of us laughing together. It really was nice when we all got to spend time together without the boys. It usually turned into us all catching each other up on things. Even if we talk to each other almost daily and see each other more often than not. The perks of dating someone who’s close with their family; you immediately are gifted new friends when they have partners. And I am very lucky in that department. 

“How’s your day going while we’re asking-“ Quinn asks, glancing over. I let my head drop back before looking back at them. 

“Other than barely seeing him- I can’t complain.” Everybody laughing with me because they’re all aware of how he functions. 

“Just go get him!” 

“Go seduce him, girl!” 

“He’s just a boy, and you’re practically naked. He’ll pay attention to you.” 

I stand up, fixing my top and pulling up my bottoms a smidge more. I do a little twirl as the rest of them gas me up. I wander over towards him. I’ll just really lay it on thick, and it’ll distract him. It works every time. 

Sneaking up behind him, I wrap my arms around him, leaning my face against him. Enjoying the moment, just getting to touch him, makes me realize that I miss him sometimes, even if he’s just busy. 

His hands grabbed my arms, pulling them off him so he could turn around but letting me snake them back around his waist. 

“Enjoying the sun?” He asks, tucking some hair behind my ear.

“Mhm,” my hands moved to hold his sides, “I wish you would come to enjoy it with me.” Leaning into him a little more, pouting my lip at him. May as well just be a bit dramatic. 

“Oohhhh,” he coos, as his index finger so gently pulls my face closer so he can press a small kiss onto my pouty lip. “Are we so sad?” His smile slowly crept onto his face. 

With an obviously sad ‘mhm’ and a small nod, I fight the smile that is threatening to come out as I mumble, “I’ve just missed you, baby.” 

“Oh, don’t do that to me,” he says, pulling me into a hug. “I’m sorry, honey. Give me like two more minutes, and then I’m all yours.” 

Turning my face to press a kiss against his cheek, thinking I finally won his attention, we both look down as water drips down our legs. 

Sweet baby Iris stood there, lightly tapping his leg for his attention. He lets go of me, squatting down to her level. She walks in close to him, a big cheesy grin on her face. She loves her uncle so much. 

‘Come play?’ She asks him. 

He looks up at me, and I just nod, knowing he can’t say no to her. 

He picks her up, and off they go.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I sat back on the blanket for a bit, just watching them play together. It really is precious how much she loves all the boys. I probably will never get used to seeing him interact with her, though. I’ll be calling him Daddy later, that’s for sure. 

He’s stuck in the same position I was; holding a bucket as she fills it with sand. The way he just beams at her the whole time would make anybody melt. Even when she’s splashing him with water, he’s just so happy to play with her. 

I’ve never seen him move faster than when she took off running along the water. Catching up to her but letting her think she was faster. He just jogs behind her as she looks back at him, giggling and toddling along. She’s weaving in and out of the water, trying to splash him, and of course, he’s being dramatic about it to make her laugh even more. 

“Well, look at those two having fun,” Quinn says, sitting back on the blanket with me. 

I glance over at them. “I know. It’s so-“ 

We both whip our heads over when we hear the first cry. He’s already squatting down to help her stand up; she must have toppled over into the water. Her little arms reach out as she stands up, walking into him. He wraps her in a hug, standing up with her in his arms still. Walking towards Daniel, I can see him pressing kisses into the top of her head and rubbing her back the whole time.  

I can see her sweet, sad face resting against him as they get closer. Danny walked over to steal her away from him. 

“Oh, come here, babe,” Danny says as she reaches out to him. “She’s a runner, and she’ll never learn. Thank you, bud.” They chuckle together before Jake walks over to me, holding his hands out. 

“Is it finally my turn?” I tease. 

“Actually, Jake, could you-“ Quinn starts, making me turn my head faster than the speed of light. They let out a belly laugh, “I’m so kidding. Please spend time with Miss Lottie before she withers away!” 

Taking his hands, he pulls me up into him, placing a kiss on my forehead. “I’m all yours now, honey.” 

My heart swells as he tells me. Grabbing his hand and pulling him away from everyone, we spent a few minutes just walking along the water. 

“I missed you today,” I admit, which feels a bit silly. 

He lets go of my hand, pulling me into him, “I know, I’m sorry,” he mumbles in between little kisses on the side of my head. 

“I did enjoy watching you all day, though. When were you going to tell me you had these?” I ask, tugging on his shorts gently. 

“Oh, you like these?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me. 

I nod quickly, turning to face him. I dance my fingertips along his waistband. 

“As soon as we get home,” I start, tugging him a little closer, “I’ll show you how much I like them.” His face flushes at my comment. 

“We can leave now?” He smirks, running his hand over my ass again, giving it a light squeeze. 

“Not yet,” I giggle at his eagerness. “I was looking forward to seeing you wet today.” 

With no hesitation, he scoops me up bridal style. 

“What are you doing?” I ask. 

“Making your dream come true,” he says, “plus if you keep talking like that, I’m gonna need a minute before we walk back over there.”

“What do you mean?” I whisper in his ear. He picks up his pace into the water as I watch his face. “Baaaaby-“ 

“Charlotte,” he warns me. 

“Jacob,” I rebuttal. 

“I can’t wait to see you soaked,” he says, cocking his eyebrow up. My teeth pull my lip in; he’s usually not so forward- wait.

My smile falls quickly. “Jake, you better not—” He starts laughing before I can even finish the thought, readjusting his hands underneath me. 

“Jacob, don’t you dare.” 

“I’m sorry, honey,” his voice sounds so sweet as he tosses me into the water. 

The water felt nice after being in the sun all day, so I couldn’t even be that mad at him. I look at him, still just standing there, watching as I struggle to get all my hair out of my face. 

“What?” I ask, moving closer to him. 

He shakes his head, and a soft smile laces his lips. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

I wrap my arms around him in a hug, wishing there was a way to be even closer to him but enjoying what I can get in the moment. 

“I still can’t believe you’re dry,” I mumble against him, waiting for it to process. His little laugh fills the air, and I start pulling him further into the water. 

His hands found their place on my hips, holding on tight as we moved deeper into the water. He caves after a minute, going under the water, not without running his hands down my legs, of course. 

His body glistened from the water as he stood in front of me. This is what I’ve been waiting for. I swim close to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling his face in for a kiss. 

“My little siren today, huh? Luring me into the water,” his low voice sent little shivers through my body. My legs tightened around him, knowing I gave myself away. Leaving little kisses down his neck, in between droplets of water. Every moment that goes by is more torturous than the last, but I need to make it worse. 

I let my legs detach from his hips, knowing I was going to need to make a break for it. Pressing my lips into his one more time before leaning into his ear to whisper, “Just think about it.” 

He pulls back to look at me, “Think about what?” His eyebrows pulled in, but the smirk on his face tells me that he knows I’m being a little shit. 

I gently run my hand down the length of him through his now-soaked swim trunks, with a shit-eating grin on my face when I tell him, “All the booty you’ll get when we get home, Captain.” Shooting him a wink as I back away from him, watching his eyes go from happy to hungry as he starts chasing after me. 

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A Bad Trip

In the quiet town of Greenwood, where the devout held their faith close like an armor, lived Amanda, a gentle soul molded by her mother's unwavering piety. Martha, her mother, was a pillar of the community, her unwavering commitment to religious principles permeating every aspect of their lives. Together, they inhabited a cocoon of righteousness, sheltered from the sinful temptations that lurked beyond their doorstep.

But fate had a wicked sense of irony in store for Amanda. On a crisp autumn evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, she found herself caught in a downpour. As the raindrops began their gentle descent, Amanda hurried along the deserted streets, her footsteps echoing in the damp silence. Clutching her books tightly to her chest, she wished for shelter from the sudden downpour. The storm seemed to mock her, dousing her in its cold embrace.

Unbeknownst to Amanda, Damien, with his black leather jacket and a devilish smirk, had been cruising along the same street. The sound of the rain pattering against his car's windshield matched the rhythm of his restless thoughts. A glimmer caught his eye as he spotted Amanda, her figure struggling against the elements. He was in the mood to stir up some trouble and he thought the daughter of the most prudish woman would be the perfect catalyst.

Without hesitation, Damien veered his car toward the curbside, pulling up alongside her. Rolling down the window, raindrops splattering against his face, he offered her an impish smile.

"Hey there, need a lift?" Damien called out above the rainfall, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.

Amanda paused, her heart racing with trepidation. The rules ingrained within her fought against the pull of curiosity. Not only that but Amanda knew Damien and his reputation all to well. He was a bully but also a loner, which only added to his mystique. There were rumours that he was into devil worship and may have sacrificed his ex girlfriend Mel in some sort of ritual but Amanda had always figured that was nonsense. The wild imagines of a town filled with bored housewives plus there were plenty of people who said Mel had just moved schools.

But as she stared at his tattoos, his jet black car and his even darker eyes there was a part of Amanda that told her Damien was no good, that anything he touched would turn to poison. However the offer of respite was too tempting to resist. With a hesitant nod, she moved closer, opening the passenger door and stepped into the warmth of Damien's car.

As they drove through the rain-soaked streets, conversation flowed effortlessly. Amanda tried to act calm and cool but she was quickly starting to regret getting into the car with him. Not that he did anything menacing but Amanda could feel a dark aura waft off of him. It didn’t help that she was soaked to the bone either, the combination of the two make her shiver non stop.

Damien peered at her shivering and for a moment Amanda could have sworn she saw his gaze softened. She felt a moment of safety that was quickly undone as he pulled to a stop on a deserted road and reached behind his seat suddenly. She thought to herself how stupid it was for her to get in the car, that this was the moment he would pull out a knife and slice her up. To her shock he pulled out a worn leather jacket. Holding it out to her, he said, "Here, take this. It’s my ex’s, it'll keep you warm."

Amanda hesitated, her upbringing cautioning her against accepting such an intimate gesture from a boy like Damien. Yet, the droplets of rain continued to dance upon her skin, coaxing her into the comfort that lay within his offering. With a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, she took the jacket from his outstretched hand.

“Thanks.” She said softly as she slid her arms through the sleeves. The jacket seemed to mold to her frame, as if tailored specifically for her. Its scent, a blend of leather and perfume, mingled with the rain-soaked air, creating an intoxicating fusion that sent her into a kind of daze, making her close her eyes.

Her mind wandered to imaging what wicked things Damien and Mel would have gotten up to while wearing their jackets. She started to feel a heat between her legs that pulsed through her body pleasurably the more she pictured the cruel acts of Damien and his ex.

However as the heat increased all over her body she found herself thinking more about the sexual acts of Damien and Mel. She imagined how his ex might have ridden him like he was some wild animal. The very thought caused a moan to escape her lips.

Damien looked over with a smirk on his face knowing Amanda’s corruption was only starting. It had taken him years and several girlfriends to imbue the jacket with enough darkness to sway a girl like Amanda. Mel had just been the latest to be sucked dry and she had been one nasty piece of work. Now she was upstate somewhere with not an once of evil in her. Last he heard she was going by the name Melody.

Amanda felt a mixture of disgust and excitement at her uncontrollable thoughts. She was not one to think about sex about anyone before but now it was all she could think of and it felt amazing. The goodness in her was still strong though and she forced her eyes open to escape her imagination. That proved to be a mistake however.

When her eyes fluttered open she saw Damien looking at her with a smirk plastered on his face. His handsome chiselled face. He was eying her with delight but also a growing hunger. A growing lust for her. Amanda couldn’t help but give him a silty smile back and bit her bottom lip. No one had ever looked at her that way before and she liked it.

Now even though her eyes were locked on him she couldn’t stop herself from imagining the lewd sexual acts again. Only this time instead of Mel, she was picturing herself in the role of Damien’s girlfriend. She saw herself stroking and sucking his dick eagerly and expertly. Long manicured nails wrapped around his member.

Her thoughts began to manifest in reality as she looked down at her hand to see the shiny long nails shine back at her. There was an ounce of fear when she saw them, knowing something dark and supernatural was afoot but at that moment her strongest feeling she felt was desire. Desire for more.

“How is this possible?” She said with a soft voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re finally letting go and embracing your inner power. Don’t believe me though, go ahead and imagine some more.” Damien said with a wicked smile that sent a shiver down Amanda’s spine.

Closing her eyes again she let her imagination wander more. A body like hers was fit for kneeling and praying, but she didn’t want to kneel anymore. Not for anyone. She wanted a body that was envied, fought over. One that commanded respect, even fear. She imagined her pudgy waist was slim and toned, perfect to show off her midriff. With a crunch she felt her bones reform around her stomach, and with a sucking sound she felt her fat disappear.

Opening her eyes, she pulled up her top to marvel at her now flat stomach. She new nails looked hot against them.

“How are you doing this?” She asked Damien.

“I’m not. This is all you, with the help of the jacket. It’s helping awaken the part of you that doesn’t want to be good anymore. Soon you’ll be the baddest bitch around.” Damien said with a fire in his eyes but Amanda was having second thoughts.

“You are into dark magic! This is wrong! What would my mom think? Fuck that stupid whore! Oh god what am I saying. I need to get out of here.” Amanda said opening the car door preparing to get out but Damien grabbed her arm before she could get up.

“You’re free to go anytime, but the jacket stays here with me.” He said tugging at the sleeve of the jacket. Amanda stood frozen as the sleeve started to come off her arm and she saw the nails of her hand revert back to the nail bitten, dirty set she hand before. A panic set in her. It felt too good having the nails and her new waist, she didn’t want to give it up, but could she essentially sell her soul for it?

“Stop!” She said pulling the sleeve back from Damien and quickly diving her hand back into it. She felt a pleasurable tingle run up her arm as her hand popped out the bottom and her long nails returned.

“Just drive me home and I’ll decide on the way ok?” Amanda said as she stared living out at her nails. Damien shrugged and out the car back into gear and drove back onto the road.

Amanda closed her eyes again, intending to think about what she should do but found her just imaging more ways to improve her body. She imagined a smooth and hairless body completely below her neck, one that would drive a guy like Damien wild.

She pictured herself with perfectly straight jet black hair, the kind that light couldn’t penetrate and that matched Mel’s jacket. No wait, her jacket. Speaking of which, it was far to bulky and baggy for a girl like her to look good in, she needed it shorter, tighter. Something that clung to her body, showing off her curves.

Curves like bigger breasts barely contained in her bra. Tits that even the jacket couldn’t zip over and why would she want them to? A body like hers should be shown off and displayed for the perfection that it is.

But what’s a hot body without a face to match. Her lips, once unadorned, now would hold a daring shade of crimson. Her innocent doe like eyes would become surrounded by dark makeup to make her stare both terrifying and alluring.

Eyes that shot open in that moment as if awakening from a dream. Her hand’s immediately went for the overhead mirror and she adjusted it to take in as much of herself as possible. Her whole appearance had changed to match her fantasy.

Her transformation extended beyond her physical appearance. Amanda felt a newfound confidence wash over her the longer she stared at herself. However it was an arrogant kind of confidence. She thought of herself as the most beautiful woman in the world in that moment and a growing voice inside her told her no one rivalled her. As she felt Damien’s eyes on her she knew it was true. She also knew she wanted him badly and the voice inside her told her to take whatever she wanted from now on.

She stretched out her new body letting Damien drink it in. She loved the way he looked at her. She moved her hand to Damien’s leg where they found purchase on his strong thigh. Amanda squeezed it feeling it’s strength as she let her hand roam further towards her true target.

“Mmmm baby can’t you speed up? I’m some wet… from the rain… and need to get out of these clothes.” She said playfully as she stroked the outline of his cock which she felt twitch with each syllable of her purr.

Damien put his foot down and ran red light after red light until finally they pulled up to Amanda’s house. Amanda smirked as she got out slowly from the car to let Damien take in her perfect Ass. Her new high heels clicked on the wet pavement as she walked up to the door with a Damien close behind.

Strutting in Amanda was immediately greeted by her mother who’s eyes increased in size as she realized who she was staring at.

“A-Amanda? What has happened to you?” Martha stuttered trying to make sense of the scene. However when she spotted Damien, it all clicked into place.

“You! You’ve done this to my daughter! How dare-” Martha began before Amanda roughly pushed her mother to the ground.

“Shut the fuck up Martha, you’re ruining my horniness. Things are changing around here. I’m not pathetic like Amanda anymore. I’m Mandi and I won’t be listening to you or your religious bullshit anymore. There’s only one thing I worship now.” Mandi smiled as she put her arm around Damien and stroked his crotch.

“Babe tie her up.” Mandi said to Damien who jumped to action and quickly tied Martha to a nearby chair while Mandi watched on with cold indifference.

“What are you going to do to me?” Martha said in between sobs.

“Oh we’re not going to do anything TO you. No you’re just going to sit there and watch.” Mandi said getting close to Martha for her mother to smell her bitchy perfume. Before Martha could ask her what she was going to watch, Mandi had already began to strip.

The first thing she started with was her new leather jacket. It’s evil had filled Mandi up totally that taking it off no longer reverted her back to Amanda. No she was Mandi forever now. Knowing this she walked the jacket over to Martha and draped it on her shoulders.

“Here keep this warm for me will you? I think you’ll find it comfortable.” Mandi said with a knowing smirk. Martha felt a shiver at her daughters words but strangely the shiver felt pleasurable and was the jacket moving on her body?

Meanwhile Mandi and Damien had gotten down to business quickly. Mandi had pushed Damien against the wall and kissed him hard while expertly removing his pants and her own. With gymnastic perceives she jumped onto to him and slowly lower her aching pussy on to his eager cock. She moaned an animalistic moan as she started to ride him like he was a fairground ride.

Martha at first averted her eyes from the sights she was being subjected to but as the jacket draped her shoulders began to tighten around her body she felt compelled to watch. She found herself getting turned on with each thrust, wishing she could be a part of the action. Each sinful thought chipped away at her soul and corrupted her body, remaking it into a tight and youthful altar to lust.

She didn’t realize how much she changed until the binds around her body fell away as her flab melted away freeing her. She could now escape or save her daughter but she had changed too much now. Instead she ran her hands down her transformed body now wrapped in slutty black latex. It felt good to touch herself, it felt even better when she slipped a hand under her pants into her welcoming pussy.

Mandi looked over at Martha with a devilish grin on her face, knowing the jacket had done its job perfectly, despite its evil nearly being sucked dry by Mandi. Martha was now an evil slut like Mandi but she would very much be a beta in their new relationship.

“Mmmm baby why don’t you go over there and give ‘Mara’ a hand. Don’t worry about me, I’ll watch.” Mandi said whispering in Damien’s ear. Mandi felt a pleasurable throb in her pussy from Damien’s cock as he looked over to see who this Mara was. He gently let Mandi down and pulled his dripping cock out of her. Mara meanwhile licked her lips as he approached.

Mandi was about to settle in for an enjoyable viewing when she heard a car pull up to the house and she peeked out the window. She had totally forgot about her step father Christopher. He was the local pastor and was the reason why her family was so devout. Mandi knew if they could corrupt him, then the town would fall under her heel. She could become queen of a sinful utopia. However the jacket had lost all its power so she would have to do it the old fashioned way.

As she sauntered naked to the door to greet Christopher she mused to herself that this way would be much more fun anyway. The door swung open and Christopher was immediately beset with the sounds and smells of lewd sex being performed on his wife. However his eyes quickly locked onto the body of his step daughter.

“Hello daddy, welcome home.” She said with a darkness in her eyes that Christopher knew to be pure evil and yet found himself closing the door behind him.