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Getting Control Back- Chapter Eight

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Summary: Melissa finally feels like maybe it is time to not always be so strong around you

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The week had passed in quiet soft moments that had Melissa’s head in the clouds. Every evening was spent wrapped in your arms listening to stories that you had told her you wanted to publish one day but were too afraid to do it. Every morning over drinks Melissa would confide in you how she always wanted to be a mom but had resigned herself to it never being a possibility. The drive to school was filled with singalongs to songs over the stereo. Then once in the parking lot you would kiss the red head goodbye and march in by yourself Ava’s threat of suspension still hanging heavy in the air. Melissa would stand by the car watching you leave wondering when the day would come that she would be able to walk with you hand in hand. Then when she was ready for the day she would make her way to the classroom and send you a text to start every morning. She was still unsure of how to start the day without you but had been making her new type of normal. Today was no different:

Angel: What are you wearing?

Baby: Kinky. But did you really forget in the ten minutes since we saw each other?

Angel: For our date tonight smartass

Baby: SPECIFCS would have been helpful. I thought you were trying to sext before 9 am. Not that I am complaining. Would have done it just seemed like not the best time when you are already on timeout. Timeout from me I might add 

Angel: Do you have to keep reminding me? This has been the longest week ever. I have been eating alone in my classroom while you chum it with the youngins. Also Ava said nothing about texting you while in timeout. 

Baby: My little loophole finder. God you are hot. 

Angel: Focus baby. I asked a question that has still gone unanswered and the eagles arrive in ten.

Baby: Wear whatever you want Angel. I want you to be comfortable. 

Angel: SO UNHELPFUL

Baby: You look good in everything. Plus I see you naked. Daily may I remind you. We have been living together for a week basically. Why are we stressing? 

Angel: This is our first real date. And I haven’t been on a date in… years. I want to make a good impression okay. What if we get there and you decide I am horrible at dates and we never  talk again and then I ruin everything

Melissa watched her phone anxiously seeing the three small dots appear for a moment before disappearing again. She only had to wait for a moment before her contact picture of you asleep curled around Athena appeared on her screen. She placed the phone against her ear trying to steady her nerves.

“Angel,in the gym now. Let’s go.”

“For what?” Melissa whispered.

“I need to see you let’s go we have limited time. Jacob is gonna distract Ava which you know is only going to give us a couple of moments before she gets bored so come on,” You said and then hung up the phone. 

Melissa peered around the hallway and then slipped into the gym. You were beside her in an instant wrapping your arms around Melissa’s waist. The red head looked down at the ground too afraid to look up. You pulled her chin up gently with your thumb and pointer finger. Melissa read your expression for any lingering anger but your eyes were only filled with concern.

“What is going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” You asked moving to rub her cheek gently.

“A little nervous about tonight,” Melissa admitted a blush coming across her cheeks

“We can stay home if you prefer,” You offered.

“No,” Melissa said too quickly that it came out with a harsh bite, “Shit I’m sorry.”

She took a moment to breathe before she tried again, “I want to go out with you. Be seen in public with you. I want to hold your hand across the table and share food and shitty wine.”

“Who said it was going to be shitty wine?” You asked playfully , “I am paying top tier tonight.”

Melissa laughed relaxing as she wrapped her arms around your neck, “Stop being a smart ass.”

“It makes you smile and I like when you smile,” You said, “So if it is not the place what is going on?”

“I just haven’t been out on a date since before I married Joe,” She admitted sheepishly, “No one ever wanted to be seen in public with me and I think I got it in my head that I am going to ruin tonight before it even started.”

“Oh Angel those people didn’t deserve you,” You said kissing her forehead gently, “You aren’t going to ruin anything. You look like a drop dead bombshell in everything you wear. We never run out of things to talk about. And I have it on good authority that you have been waiting weeks to go to this restaurant so I am sure you going love that too.”

“It is okay to be nervous, I am nervous too. But I don’t want you to think for one moment that I am going to walk away because of one dinner. I'm here for the long haul angel. Till you tell me you are sick of me.”

“I will never get sick of you,” Melissa promised.

You leaned down to kiss Melissa one more time but Jacob’s voice sounded outside the opposite gym door, “Ms. Schemmenti? Haven't seen her today. Maybe check the library Ava.”

You and Melissa scrambled away from each other Melissa running for the door. As she opened it up you said, “Offer still stands for the sexting though!”

Melissa laughed with the door shutting behind her and made her way back to her classroom. She spent the rest of her day mentally preparing her outfit. You were waiting outside for her immediately smiling when you saw her step out the doors. 

“One more day till we are off on vacation Angel. Well half a work day and a long ass drive,” You joked immediately reaching out for the red head.

“And you haven't packed a single thing!” Melissa retorted, “You can't come to pick me up until your bag is packed and in the car.”

“Woah! Wait a minute I thought I was staying with you till our dinner reservation.”

“You are going to drop me off. Let me get all dolled up for you while you pack your bags. Then you are going pick me up at 7 on the dot.”

“Angel,” You pouted, “I wanted to get ready with you.”

“Should have packed for vacation the first time I told you then.”

You rolled your eyes but opened the door for Melissa. You held her hand the way back to her apartment making a mental checklist of everything you needed to pack. Once your car got into the driveway she leaned over to kiss you. 

“7 baby. Don’t be late.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” You smiled, “Miss you already.” Melissa giggled shoving you slightly before walking in the house. Once she was inside she threw her bags down tossing her doc heels into the corner. The silence seemed to suffocate her as she stood against the front door. She had become so accustomed to you or Athea filling the space that it felt lonely to be without it. She pulled out her phone turning on a playlist to get her motivated. She had three hours which in theory was plenty of time but it felt like not nearly enough.The first thing she wanted to do was shower away the sweat that still lingered after her recess duty. 

She stood under the water letting it soothe her anxious mind. She didn’t want to feel scared anymore. Not when you continually showerd her every day in every moment that you were there to keep her safe and appreciated. She looked down at her body the scars that she had learned to skip over and truly looked at them. You had never once shied away from these parts of her. Instead of embracing them and asking questions out of curiosity to understand who Melissa was from the inside out. Any moment that the older woman hesitated to answer you waited patiently for the time that she could open up. But with you Melissa didn’t feel that hesitation sharing things that she had never told anyone before. She felt like she could hand you anything and you would cherish it forever. It was love Melissa knew even if you didn’t say the words. She could see it playing on your lips every day waiting for the momen that you were sure Melissa wouldn’t run at them falling off your lips. It was Melissa who was standing in her own way not allowing herself believe that a love could be so pure and without conditions. 

So as she stepped out of the shower and looked into her closet Melissa decided in that moment she didn’t want to be the armored human around Y/N anymore. She dumped her already packed bag for spring break rushing to redo it with the clothes that she wanted to wear not what she was expected to wear. Once the bag was packed and her hair almost air dried Melissa picked through the remainder of her clothes to find what to wear. She found it almost immediately pairing with boots that she hadn’t seen in years. When they were laid out in the bed in front of her she saw her phone buzz on the night stand.

It was a picture from you a bag fully packed, your pillow, blanket, cooler, and a snack bag in the trunk captioned with the words: Happy now angel?

Very happy. But you still aren’t coming before seven.

Stop reading my mind

She laughed at the last comment placing her phone down and heading to the dresser. A black lace bra and matching thong clad her smooth skin as she stood in front of the mirror. She was known for her full volume curls but there was something that she adored about how it had dried in her craze to pack. Mostly flat with little loops at the end gave her a softness that was unexpected and that is what she wanted. The unexpected. Her makeup took awhile the normal wing she was so confident in coming out shaky as the nerves returned. 

She looked at herself in the mirror putting down the eyeliner after the fifth failed attempt, “I am gonna need you to calm the fuck down and get your shit together Schemmenti. It is just a date with the love of your life. You are going to be fine. You love Y/N. You love Y/N.”

Which is the mantra that she repeated until she heard the knock on the door. With one calming breath she opened it and your mouth dropped opening. Standing in front of you Melissa looked like a woman you had never seen before. Clad in black gladiator sandals without heels she was an inch or two shorter than you. Her dress was a forest dreen that swooped low on her neck. Long flowy sleeves cuffed around her wrist contrasting the shortness of the dress that stopped mid thigh. There were slits above her hips that showed just enough skin to drive you crazy. Her makeup was light and pink lip gloss highlighted the huge smile that she had across her face. You hadn’t expected this side of Melissa- soft and girlish no longer hidden behind walls that she had spent years building. 

“Holy shit angel,” You said still clutching the dozen red roses you had brought, “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Figured I would step outside my comfort zone a little,” Melissa said relishing in the way that your eyes seemed to bounce all over her hungry for more, “Now let me see you outside the Schemmenti leather.

You laughed unzipping the leather jacket that you had conveniently never given back to her. You stepped back slightly and Melissa’s smile turned into a devilish grin that she bit back. You had a burgundy button up tucked into the front of your black jeans. The front exposing just the top of the  white lacy bralette you were wearing. Silver rings riddled each of your fingers and your hair hung in big curls that you had spent way to long perfecting. The look was completed with pair of burgundy converse. Melissa had seen you in dresses, blazers, casual suits, everything across the spectrum but this light masculine outfit seemed so you.

Instead of words Melissa leaned forward to kiss you hard causing you to stumble slightly backwards. You wrapped your arms protectively around her making sure both of you stayed grounded. You were always there to keep her tethered and it made Melissa melt even more.

“You are perfect baby,” Melissa whispered in your ear causing you to shiver, “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

“Angel, if you keep whispering like that we are never going to make it to the restaurant and I had to pull a lot of strings to get into Vinanio’s.”

Melissa pulled back hopping up and down like an excited child, “Vinanio’s?? Are you serious?”

You handed her the roses, “Put these in some water so we can go. Delicious Italian awaits for us… not as delicious as yours but we can see how it compares.”

Melissa rushed into the house putting the roses into a vase and you watched the lightness in her steps as she came back out locking the doors behind her, “The flowers are wonderful by the way. Got a little distracted by you…well being as amazing as you are.”

You laughed squeezing her hand gently as you led her to the car. Everything about being with Melissa was easy. And as you walked into the restaurant you didn’t mind when your table was delayed and the red head pulled you over for a drink. Anytime with her was a little slice of heaven to you. Until you heard someone calling Melissa’s name and you both locked eyes with Barbara’s husband at the same time.

“Melissa! I almost didn't realize it was you,” Gerald said walking over to the bar.

You still were standing next to Melissa’s stool but as the tension radiated from her you grabbed her hip gently. Melissa placed her hand over yours pulling it to wrap around her protectively. She leaned back into you just enough that you could place a small kiss on her head. 

“Gerald, how nice to see you again. You and Barbara having date night?” Melissa asked trying to take comfort that you were there with her.

This is when a confused look came over the man standing before you, “No, work actually. Barbara told me she was with you tonight. Is she not?”

Melissa shook her head, “It’s just me and my girlfriend tonight. I don't share I'm afraid.”

You did your best to contain the chuckle rising up from her joke completely missing the words that had come before them. Gerald looked between the two of you trying to piece something together.

“Barbara never told me you had a girlfriend.”

And that is when the words finally hit. Melissa looked up at you with panicked eyes. Waiting for you to deny the connection she had given so easily. You smiled down at her trying to soothe her worries without words. You held her close with one hand and stretched your other hand out.

“Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N,” You smiled, “Melissa and I just recently got together. Must have slipped her mind to tell you.”

Melissa paused for a moment debating her next move before she spoke up, “Barb and I haven't been a good terms for awhile Gerald. Things ended really poorly and she made a lot of threatens to my girlfriend that just didn’t sit well with me. However with that look on your face I'm assuming she told you that we were still meeting up.”

Gerald shook his head and Melissa continued, “Check Red Roof Inn on main. She typically asks for room 13. I’m really sorry Ger.”

 Gerald looked heartbroken like he already knew what he would find there. He gave Melissa a small smile, “For what it's worth you got your sparkle back. You lost it for awhile but you look absolutely radiant tonight.”

Melissa looked up to you a glimmer in her eye, “You can thank this one. Dragged me out of the dark and has been taking care of me ever since.”

You blushed at her words as Gerald nodded at you, “I'll let you two get back to your date. But word of the wise Y/N. Don't take a woman like Melissa for granted. You might wake up one day to realize how much as slipped through your fingers.”

“I plan to take care of her as long as she lets me,” You replied and Gerald was off with a nod. You spun Melissa’s chair towards you, “How you feeling angel?”

“Free,” Melissa smiled a weight seemingly have lifted by telling Gerald a kernel of the truth.

“That’s my girl. I am so proud of you,” You said kissing her forehead, “My girlfriend.“

“Oh so you did hear that?” Melissa asked a flicker of anxiety in her eye. 

“Angel, I have been yours since that first day when you came to sleep with me in your guest bed. I didn't need a label to tell me that I am going to be by your side for as long as you will let me.”

“Oh we are keeping the label. Everyone is going to know you are my girlfriend,” The red head said letting the words rush over her, “You are mine. All mine.”

“Cause you don't share remember?” You deadpanned causing Melissa to laugh.

The buzzer went off alerting that your table was ready and Melissa began to talk about all of the food that she wanted to try. You listened contentedly holding her hand across the table. You could have stayed there all night watching her reactions to the food, the way her cheeks began to blush with each sip of wine, how her hair fell down her back when she laughed, the smile that never seemed to leave her face as she looked at you. You loved this woman more than anything in this world and you wanted to tell her. But you waited letting the new freedom that Melissa found to flow around her breathing life into the woman she thought she had lost. 

As you waited for the valet to bring back your car back after dinner you wrapped your jacket around Melissa who had begun to shiver. She smiled at you pressing close to your chest. 

“We got a lot of driving to do tomorrow maybe it should be an early night,” She whispered gently kissing your neck.

“There is two of us driving for a reason,” You explained moving you neck ever so slightly to the side to allow her more access, “Let me take you home and show you how much I love being yours.”

And there it was a half admission to the words that had Melissa’s heart beating out of her chest. She looked at you with darkened eyes, “Our home. Now.”

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The (un-fucking-hinged) conversation that Snow had with Haymitch REALLY puts Peeta’s hijacking (SPECIFICALLY against Katniss) into perspective. Snow could have hijacked him to hate the rebellion, or district 12 or even himself. But no, that old loser just HAD to finally prove to one of those district 12 boys that their girl didn’t really love them, JUST like his didn’t really love him. Was it a smart move to potentially have Peeta attack Katniss on sight? Yes. But more importantly, it allowed Snow to control Peeta in a way that let him live out his own fantasies about being unloved and having power over his girl.

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Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

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i know it’s like years old at this point but i love that one collab mumbo and grian did with tommyinnit bc it’s like the single most concentrated example i’ve seen of mumbo’s Chaos Nullification Powers

you get to see a bit of it on hermitcraft, mostly via his interactions with grian, but until seeing that collab it didn’t really hit me just how completely mumbo can no-sell other people’s attempts to control a situation. tommyinnit is possibly the single shoutiest, most chaotic minecraft youtuber out there, and in most videos i’ve seen he pretty much overwhelms everyone else and sets the tone for interactions because of this. but mumbo just. doesn’t let him. no matter how much tommy escalates in intensity, mumbo reacts with *exactly* the same energy he always does. grian largely comes across in the whole video as annoyed and reluctant to engage with the whole thing, but mumbo’s not even affected. he just rolls with anything he finds funny and basically ignores anything he disapproves of, only seeming more and more unflappable the harder anyone tries to get a rise out of him.

AND imo, this is the key to my favorite interpretation of him as a character

see, when the people around him are being more reasonable/calm, i think mumbo often comes across as anxious and a bit easily overwhelmed. the thing is, his nervous wet cat vibes do not scale. he has one setting. his responses to the last life ‘ah-ha!’ jokes and to hermitcraft 8 starting to crumble to pieces under a falling moon are almost identical.

mumbo jumbo is inexorably and eternally Just Some Guy, but that gets stranger and stranger the weirder his surroundings become. the giggly incredulousness that makes him an easy target for goofy puns looks Very different when it’s also his reaction to the impending end of the world.

[qvert]

[supernovasimplicity]

fearne choosing to go back to ligament manor, when before she was unknowingly kept there

dorian asking his parent's approval instead of taking it out of fear

chetney gaining control over himself and passing along his knowledge to others

ashton seeking answers instead of hiding from them

orym choosing to live his life to the fullest, balancing old and new responsibilities

laudna choosing a quiet life, when before she had isolation forced on her

imogen using her powers to help others and build new communities, instead of being shunned because of them

bells hells giving the gods a choice in their future

everyone getting to choose

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waiting for him to come home i cant stand this game chat

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Pangur whimpers and stares until I agree to feed her

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Realized I have not posted in awhile goooo my attempt at human loop doodles

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i have a headcanon that Yoichi trims AFO's hair because i can't help but compare AFO's nicely trimmed hair to Yoichi's and i thought someone had to have cut AFO's hair for him and it is only logical for me to assume it was Yoichi who did. I think AFO would only trust Yoichi to be so close to him with a sharp object like a pair of scissors lol

I think Yoichi would have also liked cutting his brother's hair at first, because it would make him feel helpful in a way? And I just think even when AFO put him in the vault, AFO would still go there to get his hair trimmed by Yoichi.

and once Yoichi joins the resistance, he offers to do this for Kudo as well.

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Getting Control Back- Chapter 2

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Summary: Melissa finally opens up to you about her relationship with Barbara.

TW: Mentions of emotional abusive relationship in vague details

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Melissa told you the code to her garage, allowing you to pull into a spot that would typically be reserved for her car. You opened the door for her and held out your hand patiently.

“You don’t have to walk me to the door hun,” She said her eyes still bloodshot from all the crying that had happened throughout the day.

“I know boo but I want to help,” You smirked as she rolled her eyes, “So I am guessing that boo is off the list?”

“Oh, you weren’t kidding about making the list,” She laughed unlocking all five of her front door locks.

“You should know by now I don’t joke about lists,” You responded, placing both of your teacher bags onto the counter and pulling out a notebook covered in numerous doodles

Across the top of the first clean page, you scrawled Melissa’s Favorite Nicknames. You looked up at the older woman who was grabbing out a wine bottle from the fridge. She sat it down and you immediately grabbed it sliding it out of sight.

“Hey! What is that for?” She asked, reaching for the bottle before you pulled it out of her grasp.

“A very drunk Melissa told me on New Years Eve at Janine’s party… and I quote,” You said flipping to a page inside the notebook ‘When that woman, Barbara, breaks my heart. Don’t let me drink. I will crawl into the bottle and die there.”

Melissa glared, having no memory of this. You pulled out your phone, pressing a couple of buttons until you pulled up a video of Melissa hanging off you at the party in question. You were lounging on the couch, and a very drunk redhead was leaning her head on your shoulder.

“Mel, what did you just tell me?” You asked just loud enough to be heard over the background music.

“When that woman, Barbara,” Melissa said, pointing off camera, “Breaks my heart. Don’t let me drink. I will crawl into the bottle and die there.”

“Why did you have to remember that shit,” the older woman groaned turning back to her fridge and grabbing a soda for both of you instead.

“I don’t remember a lot,” You admitted, “But I make a point to remember everything about you Missy.”

Melissa shook her head as she went to gather ingredients to hide the blush that came across her cheeks from your words “Absolutely not that one.”

You laughed writing it down just to cross it off the list. You quickly went through the ones you had already used on Melissa getting her opinion on them. Missy- NO. Boo- NO. Mel- Eh. Buttercup- Yes. Sweetheart- Yes.

As you finished the list for the moment, Melissa looked down at the notebook, “How you have that conversation written down?”

You blushed sliding the notebook to her, “When I first started in your classroom I was very overwhelmed because I wanted to make a good impression and not fuck up my baby eagles that I started to write down things to remember. Once I got the hang of the classroom it kind of spiraled to things that you just would tell me randomly. I hope that isn’t weird.”

Melissa flipped through the pages of your sloppy handwriting and little notes about her crowding every page. Most of them were about how she liked to teach. Tricks she had to loosen locks for storage closets. How she wanted the Peter Rabbit project done. But then it turned to more personal notes. Her favorite coffee. Her favorite pizza and bakery.

“How do I take my coffee?” She asked staring at you intently.

“A dash of vanilla creamer and a handful of sugar unless it is after a sports game then you drink it black because you were up so late the night before,” You replied automatically.

“Where was I born?”

“South Philly where your family had a large hand in the unions that spread across there and north Philly,” You said a blush starting to form across your face.

“When I start smokin?”

“Fourteen because it was the only way that you felt you could release all the anxiety you had, having to help raise all your siblings. It was your way to take control of one thing in your life,” You explained looking down at your lap now, “You stopped right before you married Joe because he didn’t like the smell. But whenever you smell cigarettes, you are reminded of your childhood. All the times your siblings looked up to you like a mom. You have always wanted to be a mom.”

“You know Barbara and I have been friends for about twenty years,” Melissa said running her fingers over your writing, “She couldn’t even tell you how I take my coffee let alone why I stopped smokin.”

“Mel,” You said as you heard her swallow back tears.

“You remember so many things about me not because you want something from me but just to know me,” Melissa continued, “I haven’t had someone to actually want to know the real me in so long that I don’t even know if I remember who I am.”

“Then let’s find out who you are together,” You said walking around the island to take Melissa into a hug.

She buried herself into you hugging you close to her. Moments passed in silence before she finally whispered, “I am gonna burn my sauce.”

You kissed the top of her head, “Go finish the sauce, I will get the table set.”

Once you were both settled down at the table you finally asked the redhead the question you had been dying to know all day even if it came out more of a statement than anything else.

“You slept with Barbara.”

Melissa nodded her head twirling her pasta with her fork, “I slept with Barbara. After years of falling for a woman who I knew couldn’t give me all of her I gave in. Told myself that even a small piece of her was better than nothin ya know.”

You listened along all to aware of the fact that you were also scrounging for whatever pieces you could get. Melissa wiped a tear from her face as she continued.

“I became her call girl. She wanted sex, and I was supposed to give it to her. Regardless of the time or if I had something I needed to do. I wasn’t allowed to use pet names with her. Wasn’t allowed to tell her I love you after the first time it slipped out. Finally I realized I was being used. After Joe I promised I would never bow to anyone ever again. With Barb I didn’t bow she snapped me until I stayed.”

“She told me to cancel again today and I said I wouldn’t,” Melissa shrugged, “I missed ya. Sure we spend time in class together but this… this is our time to relax. Watch shitty movies. Eat some good food and talk about our hall pass celebrities.”

“Sherri Shepard,” You supplied for Melissa as she said yours, “Mariska Hargitay”

Laughter spilled from the red head’s lips before more tears accompanied her story, “She said she could find any slut off the street to give her what I was.”

At this you jumped from your chair with a loud, “What the fuck?”

You had made it all the way to the front door reaching for Edith when Melissa’s hand clamped around yours. She gave you a small smile, “While I appreciate you defending my honor I don’t even think I have ever seen you hold a bat before.”

“I played softball in college,” You stated simply but pulled your hand away, “Sorry about that though. Was probably not the most appropriate reaction.”

“The reaction I should have had,” Melissa admitted, “Come on let’s go read that book. It has been the only thing to help keep my mind distracted.”

You relented, allowing Melissa to pull you to the couch. She read till the sun had fully disappeared from the windows and the little light from the kitchen was no longer enough to see by. You had laid on the opposite side of the couch curled into a pillow drifting off to sleep when the older woman gently shook you.

“Hun, it’s time to get to bed. I’ll get you some clothes and you can sleep in the guest room,” She said helping you sit up.

You rubbed your eyes but followed her up the stairs sitting on the bed till she returned with a large t-shirt and shorts. She left you alone to change and promised she would be back to say goodnight. You nodded tiredly ripping your clothes off and throwing them into a pile on the floor. The smell of Melissa consumed you as you put on the shirt. It did nothing to push aside your anger for Barbara who clearly had stripped away the badass woman that you had gained feelings for over the school year.

You attempted to push away these feelings to be there for your friend but you were finding it extremely hard when you were wrapped in her intoxicating smell. It became even hard when she came in with a large green t-shirt over baggy boxers. Makeup removed from her face you could see how much the day had drained from her. You wanted to wrap her in your arms and never let her ago. Protect her from the world outside for as long as you could.

“You gonna be okay darlin?” She asked and you swore your heart stopped for a moment.

“Yeah, thank you for letting me stay the night,” You smiled opening your arms for a hug.

She hugged you back tightly kissing the top of your head, “Thank you for being here with me today. I really needed the help.”

“Anytime Sunshine,” You said as she went to leave.

Melissa laughed louder than she had all day making you smile, “That one is a no. We both know I am far from sunshine.”

You made the mental note even though you knew that Melissa had the capability to be sunshine. She was sunshine to her students when they came in every day. She was your sunlight every time she looked at you. Even on her darkest days she shone through, you just wished she could see that.

Shortly after Melissa had turned off the light, you were fast asleep enjoying the comfort that you found in the older woman’s smell. You had only been nestled among the pillows for about an hour before a hand was lightly shaking you.

“Angel what is it?” You asked groggily looking up at the redhead towering over you.

Melissa her face growing two shades redder asked barely above a whisper, “Can I come sleep with you? I can’t… I don’t… I need help.”

You threw back the covers patting the empty spot next to you, “Get it here.”

Melissa crawled in immediately feeling calmer as her senses mingled with the smell of your lavender shampoo. She froze momentarily as you wrapped your arm around her hips pulling her into you. She couldn’t remember the last time that someone had wanted to cuddle her. Not just to run their hands up her body to use her for their pleasure. But just to hold so that she could be in their presence. Melissa relaxed into you as you nestled into her back letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight Angel,” You said sleep already threatening to overtake you.

“Say it again,” Melissa whispered placing a gentle hand over yours.

“Goodnight Angel, I will see you in the morning,” You repeated and within moments you were asleep.

Melissa laid awake in your arms, still decompressing from the whirlwind of the day. She was still heartbroken that Barbara, a woman she had loved, had treated her so poorly. But she also had you. There holding her hand every step of the way with no expectations. No demands. Just there to help her when she needed it. Trying not to overthink it, Melissa curled further into you and let herself be held.

“Angel might be my favorite,” She whispered into the air and then fell asleep

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[mohntilyet]

about illario working with the venatori, we can't forget that elgar'nan gifted him blood magic, so I do think that he somewhat influenced him and that's why he's so much more vindictive and jealous in comparison to tevinter nights. I don't mean that he's being mind controlled, but it's a bit like cyrian, a god just amplifying those negative emotions in you and promising power and glory can push a person to that edge and to make stupid af decisions.

im also not forgetting that zara line in inner demons where she talks about an envy demon. like. why an envy demon in specific...there's THINGS between zara and illario that were not shown

no literally if you get me talking about illario + envy + the possibility of getting him possessed, you will have me here for fucking ever. a non mage doing blood magic (any magic at all) is really weird and interesting to me and i don’t remember an example of this happening before (feel free to correct me tho lol. i’m discounting possessions and dwarves)

i had started wildly theorising after bloodbath that he had been possessed and he was tapping into the fade using an envy demon. especially like you said, zara mentions it, AND because i swear there’s a codex in the ossuary where it mentions an envy demon whereas spite is obviously determination, right? so i thought it was a breadcrumb trail to a big “illario is being influenced and doesn’t even know” reveal— same as you anon like great minds am i right— but i’m not sure there is actually any evidence of that lol. like maybe if you squint but i do believe it was explained away by “oh yeah, and elgarnan let him do special blood magic”

it does also make sense to me that illario can only control lucanis, due to being part of the same family. a bloodline thing, and it is very poetic to me that their shared family connection in caterina is what allows him to control lucanis, even for a moment lol. spite being the extra magical boost that lucanis needs to block that out ALSO makes sense to me so i’m not too fussed abt these details lol🤔

the envyllario in my heart also gets spectral weapons for himself. lucanis gets wings, illario gets talons, PLUS green-purple are complementary colors so it would have been really fun to see them clash with their spirit/demon-powers. the talon thing is also a kind of reflection of his end-goal desire, how envy demons already have those freaky hands, and it manifests as claws and is a much more aggressive, strength-augmenting manifestation (as opposed to manoeuvrability and speed-augmenting that spite’s wings give lucanis.) anyways that's what the diagram above is supposed to be (this is extremely hot to me)

[soupdwelling]

lots of tension in the office today

closeups under cut

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[bluerosefox]

Drake Siblings

Have I read this prompt somewhere or was this a fever dream from my bored mind.

What if, now hear me out.

What if we bring up Dana Winters-Drake (whose confirmed to at least be alive in the DC verse but no one knows where she actually is)

What if instead of when she had a mental breakdown and getting committed to an Bludhaven clinc she wandered away before anyone noticed and by the time Tim or anyone did notice a lot of stuff started happening at once in both Gotham and Bludhaven (Steph dying, The Bludhaven crisis, etc etc)

Tim still tries to find her though but even with best resources it was like she just disappeared into the wilderness and the stress of trying to handle more and more problems get worse.

So when out of the blue, a couple of years later, he gets a call from an unknown number. On his private, only for friends and family, phone and when he answers he meet with a young girls voice on the other end.

A very young, maybe six or seven, girl who informs him about his apparently half-brother Danny Drake-Fenton. And how she loves Danny so, so, so much but knows her home is dangerous for him to be in.

Tim is stunned and before he could question her, she says Danny is Dana and Jack's baby and that her parents had adopted him years ago and put Dana's stuff that the hospital had away for him to look at when he was older but she just had to fight off their lunch from eating her brother and she knows he needs a better place to live and so she snooped around and found Dana's diary and that she had to unscramble the nonsense Dana wrote and found Tim's number with the words 'tell him about his brother Danny' hidden in it. And-

But before she could keep rambling she hears Danny screaming "JAZZY THE MILK WENT BAD AGAIN AND HISSED AT ME!"

Tim is left with silence after hearing Jazz yell to Danny to lock the fridge and step out of the kitchen as she gets the bat.