#i got by someone ‘You should smile more!! everytime i’m here you always look so miserable’

[gongedtornado]

“employees are so lazy! people in america don’t want to work anymore!” actually we work our ass off, but your complaining and our unlivable wages make it insufferable.

[mywritersmind]

Fewtrell reader is staying over at Maxs and hes out and Lando comes over and asks “is he home?” and she offers to let him in and wait and the tension is HIGHHH (hes her childhood crush) and you can be creative from here. 🫣

FUCK WITH MY HEAD - LN4

listen up : banter banter banter!! mentions of sex. ty for the request this like vibe is always in my mind (flirty bantery brothers best friend)

word count : 1061

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I’m not even dressed yet, but the consistent knowing and ringing of the doorbell is driving me mad, “Whoever you are, you better have a good reason!” I yell at the unknown person as I yank open the door, only a towel wrapped around me. “Of course it’s you.”

“Wow, not even a hello? And I thought we were friends.” Lando Norris stands in front of me, holding his chest like I've hurt his heart. His eyes check out my towel situation before asking, “Your brother home?”

I practically groan in his face, walking away from the door, “You couldn’t have texted him!? He’s gone for another hour.” I say as I slam the door of the guest bedroom closed so I can change in peace.

I hear the front door shut, “Someone’s in a good mood today.” I mock him only for myself to see as I pull on white shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

I walk back out, breathing deeply and reminding myself that he can’t get to me if I don’t let him, “You’re sort of ruining my only time alone this week.” I’m visiting my brother and as much as I love the guy, he’s fucking obnoxious to live with.

“Had to listen to P and Max go at it, huh?” He leans over the counter, taking a crisp from my bowl.

I make a disgusted face at him, “You’re disgusting and you know for a fact I would be gone if that happened.”

“Wish I was spared from their sex life.” I roll my eyes and pour myself some water, “So… How’s your trip been?”

Small talk? Seriously weird coming from Lando.

“Why are you here anyways?” I don’t answer his question, he stands and joins me at my side, “You know that phone you have? It actually can message someone so you don’t randomly show up to their house!” I smile and blink at him.

He takes another crisp, “But then I wouldn’t be getting this lovely time with you.” I shake my head as I sip my water, pretending not to notice Lando’s eyes roam my body.

It’s a weird feeling to look back at your childhood crush in general; but when your childhood crush is your best friend's brother, famous, rich, and ridiculously attractive, it’s even worse.

Lando Norris was the object of my desire at thirteen and clearly I was onto something. He's dressed in a black shirt and jeans, sporting sneakers and a singular ring on his middle finger.

Still, like every historically accurate childhood crush, Lando never showed any interest. Until we hit our 20s and Lando learned how to flirt.

I don’t see him often, we would run into each other during breaks or holidays. I watch quadrant videos while I do my makeup or races while I pick out an outfit, but Lando hasn’t been this close to me in a while.

The last time we were like this was the beginning of last year. Like I said, we see each other for some holidays. I happened to be invited to his and Max’s new year’s party.

I also happened to be Lando’s new year's kiss. Maybe a bit more, but a lady never tells.

I fake sweetness, twirling my hair, “I’m honored! Lando Norris likes,” My voice goes dry and I walk away from him, “ruining my me time!”

I hear him chuckle as I sit on the couch with my food and phone, “You get sassier everytime I see you.”

I bite into my food, “As I should.”

“And hotter.” I’m paused with my food halfway in my mouth. What the fuck.

I take a breath, not daring to look back, “You shouldn’t say shit like that.”

“Why? I know you like it.” how is his voice attractive?

I turn around, he’s got a shit eating grin on his face, leaning back against the counter. “Max.” I say simply.

“Last time I checked,” He pushes off the counter, walking to the couch and looking down at me, “Max isn’t here.”

“You’re getting far too optimistic.” I look up at him, “Fame going to your head?”

“No I think it’s just you…” His gaze stays fixed on me, “In my head, I mean.” He does this shit too often. Gets in my head while boosting his confidence. I blush and he smirks, it’s a sick cycle that I can’t help but love.

His eyes are glued to mine, I narrow them, trying to figure out his aim here.

“Get in line.” I roll my eyes and turn back to my food and open my phone. I see him bite back a smile, jumping over the couch and laying face up.

He tilts his head back at me while I text my friend, “So… Uni. How many boyfriends have you got?”

I don’t look at him, “I’m currently dating my textbooks. Who has the time?”

“Alright, how many fuck buddies you got?” I eye him, all cute and upside down.

I put my phone down, “You really wanna know the truth?”

“Are my feelings gonna get hurt?”

I look away and he sits up, looking at me in that way I hate so much. It’s not even been twenty minutes and he’s already fucking with my head.

He scoots closer to me and I push my hand over his face to get him away, “You’re ridiculous. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

He doesn’t look away, he never seems to have an issue with eye contact when it comes to me, “What am I doing?” His tone is egging me on, “Go on. Tell me.”

I shake my head, “You’ve got that look in your eye… Like how you looked at me during new years.” The corner of his mouth lifts at the memory.

“Is that a bad thing?”

I sigh, what am I supposed to do? We never talked about it. Max could never know. And as attracted to him as I am, It will never happen again.

I tilt my head a bit, “What are you gonna Lando? Fuck me on my brothers couch?” I catch the slight blush on his cheeks, how his eyes flicker down.

Then he looks back up at me, but not meeting my eyes, his smile grows, “Seems like a pretty appealing offer right now.”

I groan and stand up, “I’m resuming my me time, try not to break anything.”

“You’re not slick, darling! Think of me when you touch yourself.” He blows me a kiss, I reply with my middle finger.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Can you write about Ethan fucking reader in missionary and he sees the bulge in her tummy everytime he thrusts inside her and he's just absolutely feral, pressing down on it with his hand to feel himself up in there😵‍💫 pretty please with a cherry on top

HI! Okay, I literally just thought of something along these lines YESTERDAY before I got this request. I was hoping someone would want something like this written. Thank you, and I hope you like it💕

In Too Deep - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Ethan fucks you so hard that he notices something knew about the way you take him.

Contains: Fluff, sexting?, Oral - f!receiving, p in v, rough sex, dom!-ish Ethan, after care. (If I missed anything let me know:)

A/N: Fucking LOVED writing this. There's just something about rough Ethan that just feels so right to write.

Ethan was trying to torture you…at least that’s what it felt like. He’d been holding out on sex for a few weeks, and as bad as you tried, he was always denying your advances. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it, because he was dying to touch you, but he didn’t want your relationship to be more sexual than anything.

While you were at a random frat party with your friends, he’d started to think that he’d made you wait long enough. He was talking with Chad on the other side of the room as you sat with Tara and Anika, sipping on your drink. You barely heard your phone chime over the loud music, and when you checked it, you saw you had a text from Ethan. You looked over to him as he smiled before you checked the message.

Ethan: You look beautiful tonight🩷

You blushed a little as you read his text and started to type your response when the three dots indicating that he was typing again popped up at the bottom of the screen.

Ethan: I can’t wait to take you back to my place and get you out of those clothes

Ethan: I can’t wait to taste your pussy😏

Your eyes grew wide as you tried to keep your composure. You knew your cheeks were heating up as you glanced over to him again. You watched him lock his phone and jump back into the conversation with Chad.

“You okay?” Anika asked, as you quickly flipped your phone so she couldn’t see the screen.

“Yeah, I’m good. I think I might go home soon,” you said, trying to fake-yawn as she took a sip of her drink.

“Aww, that sucks. You sure you have to leave soon?” Tara asked as you nodded, when you felt Ethan’s eyes on you again, your phone dinging in your hand. “That boyfriend of yours won’t stop staring at you.”

“Oh? I didn’t notice,” you lied, before looking up at him. He held up his phone, signaling that you needed to check yours once Anika and Tara stopped looking at him.

Ethan: I thought you’d be begging me to leave by now.🙄

Ethan: Don’t you want me to fuck that perfect pussy?

You took a deep breath as you started to type.

You: You’re killing me😫

You: Meet me outside in 5?

Ethan: Can’t wait, baby😘

You looked over to Tara and Anika again, “Hey, I’m going home. I need to get some sleep, I’m exhausted.”

“Aww, but Mindy’s going to be so bummed that you left before she got here,” Anika frowned as you started to laugh.

“There will be more parties. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, anyway,” you smiled at them as you walked towards the door, Ethan watching your every move.

You started to walk back to his place, your pace slowed as you waited for him to catch up to you. You soon heard footsteps walking quickly behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Hey, babe,” he said, his sweet tone contradicting the filthy things he was texting you.

“What was that about?” you asked, as he pulled away to walk beside you. He laced his fingers with yours as you started to pick up the pace, both of you desperate to be alone.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, baby,” he said, looking down to smile at you, “I know you think it hurts a little, but do you think you could try to take all of my cock tonight?”

“Fuck,” you groaned, “Why should I do that when you haven’t fucked me in three weeks?”

“Because I think you’d like it,” his tone was cocky as he thought back to all the times you told him it was too much. “Only if you want to, though.”

“We can try it,” you said, the acing between your thighs getting unbearable. “We need to walk faster.”

“Someone’s needy.”

Once you made it to his complex, he intentionally took his time to unlock the door. You glared at him as he slowly stuck the key into the lock and twisted it.

“Hurry the fuck up,” you pleaded, as he smirked at you. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny. I love that you’re so desperate for this,” he smiled, finally opening the door.

Once you walked inside, you grabbed his hand to lead him towards his room. He stopped in the kitchen, his arm stretching out in front of him as you tried to pull him.

“What?” you huffed, noticing a mischievous look on his face as he pulled you back towards him.

“We’ll go to my bed soon, baby. There’s something I really wanted to do first,” he said, as he started to unbutton your jeans. You stepped out of your shoes as he slid your jeans and panties down your legs at the same time.

“What did you have in mind?” you asked, the bottom half of your body bare as he teased your thighs with his fingertips.

“I want you to sit your pretty ass up on the counter so I can eat your pussy,” he smirked, his hands going to your hips.

“Oh, okay,” you smiled, placing your arms on the counter and pushing yourself up onto it.

He spread your legs and ran his fingers over your soaked pussy, the feeling making you whimper.

“Please don’t tease me,” you begged, as he chuckled at your words.

He leaned in and gently sucked your clit into his mouth, before his tongue started to flick it.

“Shit,” you gasped, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling. “Just like that, baby.”

He alternated between the flicking and swirling his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, your legs starting to twitch at how good he was making you feel. Your pussy was dripping with your arousal, making it easy for him to slide two fingers into you at once with ease.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, as he slid them all the way inside of you. He started to angle them just right after a couple minutes of thrusting them to stretch you out. “Fuck, baby,” you gasped, as he started to hum against your clit.

His fingers were starting to coax your orgasm closer to the edge, your legs starting to jolt as your whines got louder.

“You’re gonna make me cum. I’m so close,” you moaned out, as he started to hit that spot inside of you a little harder. Your hand went to his hair, wanting him to keep his attention on your clit as your pussy started to flutter around his fingers. “Yes, baby!” you cried out, your hips involuntarily bucking against his fingers as that wave of euphoria washed over you.

He worked you through it, before he pulled away with a smirk.

“Did that feel good, babe?” he asked, as you nodded your response. You were already so fucked out from his fingers that you couldn’t even imagine how you’d react once he actually fucked you. “Let’s go to my room.”

He helped you get off the counter, his hands going to your hips as your wobbly legs threatened to give out. He walked you to his room and helped you take off your shirt and bra, before he pushed you back on the soft comforter. You watched him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, before sliding them, along with his boxers, down his legs. You got a little nervous at his size, and he could tell as he walked to his nightstand to grab a condom.

“Just relax, baby. If it hurts, I’ll stop. Okay?” he said, trying to ease your anxiety as he crawled on top of you.

He slid into you inch by inch, stopping when he had another left to go. He thrusted what he knew you could take, not wanting to rush it. You were moaning underneath him as your hands went to your breasts, squeezing them as he started to move a little faster. You were getting so into it that your legs hooked around the back of his thighs, pulling him as far in as he could go.

“Oh shit,” you mewled, your thoughts clouded as he slowed down a little. He wanted to make sure you were okay, but once you started whining because he wasn’t going fast enough, he sped back up.

“You’re taking my cock so fucking well,” he groaned, watching your face. You started to babble, your words making no sense as he praised you. “I knew you could do it.”

“Mhm,” was all you could get out as he leaned back to watch the way your tits jiggled as he fucked you. That’s when he noticed it.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, running his hand along the bulge his cock was causing on your lower tummy with each thrust. “Does that feel good?” you nodded, your eyes pinched shut as he started to go faster. “And to think you’ve been holding out on me this whole time. You’re taking my whole fucking cock right now,” he growled, as he started to press down on the spot where the tip of his cock kept bulging out. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Your whimpers were teetering on the edge of cries as your eyes started to water, but it didn’t hurt. It felt so good, his pace speeding up even more as he continued to press down on you.

“Cumming,” you choked out, unable to say anything else.

He reached down to circle your clit with his fingers, making your orgasm even more intense. He kept watching your tummy, desperate to run his hands over it again as he fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy clenching him so tight that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Once you started to go limp, your eyes were hazy as you smiled at him. He started to pound into you, his hand pressing down on your tummy.

“That’s it, fucking take it,” he said, as you moaned out at the feeling. “I need you to be louder, baby.”

You did as he said, but it wasn’t fake by any means. You’d barely come down from your orgasm before he started to send you into another one, your hands gripping the sheets to the point that your knuckles were starting to hurt.

You didn’t give him any warning before your pussy clenched him so tight that he groaned out, your whole body shaking underneath him as you got lightheaded from the intensity of it.

“I’m..fuck. Gonna cum,” he finally got out, completely drunk off your pussy as he released into the condom. He pulled out and relaxed his weight on you as he tried to catch his breath. Your hands went to his hair, your nails scratching his scalp as you started to drift off to sleep.

“Hey, baby?” he asked, leaning up to look at you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded your response, too tired to say anything.

“I know the perfect thing for you,” he said, lifting off of you and running to the bathroom.

You soon heard the water running in his large tub as your eyes started to open. You wanted to get up to meet him in the bathroom, but you knew the odds of you falling to the floor the second you stood up were pretty high.

After the water was shut off, he walked back into his room to get you.

“I need you to come with me,” he smiled sweetly as he helped you up.

He led you down the hall, the dim flickering light cast against the wall making you confused until you walked in and saw a bubble bath surrounded by candles.

“How’s this for after care?” he joked, as he helped you get in. He got in, too, pulling your back to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“This feels so nice,” you said, the hot water relaxing your body.

“Oh, I see someone got their voice back,” he said with a laugh, “You sure you’re okay? That wasn’t too much?”  

“No…I’ll probably be a little sore in the morning, but it didn’t hurt. It felt really good,” you said, as he leaned down to kiss the back of your head. “You’ve never made me cum that quick back-to-back like that.”

“I could literally see every single thrust in your tummy,” he groaned, missing the sight already.

“RIP to my cervix,” you joked, as he laughed. “I think we should do that again soon.”

“I want to give you plenty of recovery time. I was so deep,” he said, rubbing his hands along your lower stomach. “After this, do you want to cuddle and watch a movie?”

“I’d like that…after we disinfect your kitchen counter.”

[fashionteahouse]

Ooo what about a Paul x reader where she’s easily jealous considering he used to me a player before he imprinted and shes secure but she knows girls still find him attractive and will flirt and fast forward to when they have 2 daughters (toddler and 7yrs) everytime the daughters get jealous too seeing their dad giving give attention to their mom or pack mates or other women even if it’s an old lady and he’s just like they get that from u lol💕

aww this seems cute lol☺️💜 hope you enjoy :)

beautiful people with beautiful problems - paul x reader

Soft voices danced about. Hair was being flipped and blushes were turning on. Two pieces of small paper was crumbled in Paul’s hand and thrown away.

He walks back to over to you with a drink that he got for you from the concession stand at the movie theater. You take it and take a sip and eye him.

“Just two?” you say with humor and he wraps his arm around you and couldn’t help but to find the joke funny.

After the movie, he wanted to feed you before taking you home. A waitress comes out with a pad and smiles brightly at Paul and then dims in when her eyes sees you. You rest your cheek into your hand, knowing how this is going to go.

“Drinks?” the waitress asks and Paul tells her in a nonchalant manner. Her high attentive spirit does not die down as she takes the pen to meet the pad that’s in her possession. She doesn’t care to smile when she just looks at you. You look back. You wanted her to open her mouth and ask. She didn’t.

Paul butts in and tells the waitress a drink he knows that you like and she smiles and walks away with more exaggeration with her hips. You roll your eyes and groan very softly.

“Come on we had a good day today. Don’t let someone ruin your mood.” He says and holds your hand.

“I’m not. I’m paying her no mind just like she did to me.” You tell him and pray she doesn’t do anything to your drink.

“You can’t worry about them. I don’t even worry about them.” He says and leans forward and lands a small intimate kiss on the side of your mouth.

The drinks are set down with more force when Paul leans back. He looks at her and she asks him what he would like to eat now. She turns to you and does not say anything. You don’t say anything back.

“Is there a problem?” Paul asks the waitress.

“I just want to know what you would like.” Waitress says to you.

You fake a dawn of realization, if she were going to play games, you were too. You tell her what you want and strike up a new conversation with Paul.

Sitting on the couch, reading a book, Paul plops right next you. He steals the book from you and kisses your neck in an act of innocent affection. You turn to meet his lips and you two savor the moment.

“Daddyyyy are you going to play with me now?” The small 7 year old child says to her father and pulls on his arm. Paul tried to play with her but she got mad at him when he put the stuffed animal in the wrong place. She was vocal about wanting to play alone.

He laughs and tells her, “In a minute. I promise.”

The two year old is now on the couch and crawls into his lap with their own book. Paul laughs and shakes his head.

You decided to make a store run and he wants to tag along. The girls want a snack and you tell them only one. Paul carries the two year old with him and has the seven year old in hand to get them what they want.

In the snack section, an elderly woman walks slowly with her cart and smiles at the interaction that your imprint and children were sharing.

“That’s so nice to see. Very beautiful family.” she says.

Paul smiles and you tell her, “Thank you.” very politely.

“How old are they?” the elderly woman asks with genuine curiosity.

“This one right here is two and she’s seven.” He explains and the seven year old decided to right then and there to interrupt.

“Which one should I get Daddy. I like them both. Which one!” She says to him to get his attention. Paul knew which she was going to pick. She almost always picked the same thing.

The elderly lady laughs and says, “Oh boy, they will be bouncing off of the walls.”

Paul goes to say something until the two year old turns his face to her. She lays her cheek on his mouth to make sure he gives her kisses. Paul laughs at this. The elderly lady wishes you all a good day and goes about her day.

“That was nice.” You tell him.

“Yeah. I see you didn’t need my help to pick out your goodies.” Paul says to the seven year old child who doesn’t seem to need his attention anymore.

“I always want kisses but you don’t give me any.” he coos at the two year old who is now reaching for you.

You take her and he shakes his head chuckling, “I swear they get it from you.”

“Yeah okay sure whatever.” you say jokingly, knowing for sure it’s true.

[totheblood]

true blue. (three)

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

summary: ellie buys a scone and you drink a shirley temple

warnings: suggestive themes, drug/alcohol usage, cursing, descriptions of abusive behavior (neither ellie or reader engages in these behaviors)

a/n: i love writing as ellie writing in her journal... also the ai audios were a bitch to make this time... hope u like them THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD - I apologize.

here is the masterlist where you can read part one and two!

Ellie wanted nothing more than to pretend the last two days of her life didn’t exist.

But that wasn’t possible. This was real life and Ellie had received a booty call from her most recent heartbreak merely hours after she had her fingers tucked inside of her ex. Ellie wasn’t even completely sure why she was entertaining it, but she knew that whatever choice she made she would curse herself forever. 

The truth was that Ellie had missed Cat almost as much as she hated her. There’s a certain kind of comfort that only your first love can bring, and a certain kind of addiction Ellie had for her. But at the end of the day, it always came down to one thing: Ellie wanted to be known by someone.

And she was known by Cat, albeit for only for a few months, but still she was known. Cat saw all the worst parts of her and still held her like glass every night. She saw the things that Ellie couldn’t even imagine liking about herself and turned them into something beautiful. Ellie’s heart had been harbored in the chest of Cat’s for almost a year and that was something you couldn’t just forget.

Then there was you. Ellie had known you all for a few weeks and was already entranced by you. She liked the little things you did, like buy her tea after realizing she didn’t like coffee or how you always printed an extra sheet of notes knowing she would forget to bring hers to class. What astonished Ellie even more was that you did most of this while she was giving you the cold shoulder.

What plagued Ellie about this was that she knew for a fact that if she got to know you, she would fall in love with you. She had already written down a list of things about you in her journal and she was starting to feel like she was going insane.

Likes a lot of sugar in her coffee… too much sugar almost, made a comment about it and she told me ‘that’s why she was so sweet’.. It was corny as fuck. She’s fucking adorable.

This little freak told me how she communicates with squirrels, she waves her arm or some shit, i told her she was clinically insane… AND THEN SHE DID IT??? She moved her arm and a fucking squirrel ran up to us… what the fuck, is this girl magic?

She smiles everytime she sees me, even after I’ve been a jerk.. Dina told me I should drop it but I can’t, when I see her stupid beautiful face I remember Cat, am i the crazy one?

She looked so sad today. I wanted to ask her what was wrong but I didn’t… I’m such an asshole sometimes. I don’t know why I do this to myself. If I was her I’d run the other way but she just sticks around… who does that?

I swear she’s playing mind games with me, her shirt was so tight today that i just

 She smells like cherry and vanilla… almost want to take a bite

She didn’t text me about the project today… is she forgetting about me?

Ellie never thought she would be in this predicament. She never imagined having a sense of loyalty to you, but a part of her felt that if she went over to Cat’s she would be betraying you. 

So she didn’t.

That Saturday morning Ellie went to Bean and picked up the strawberry scone you love so much and your coffee with extra sugar and headed over to your dorm. As she approached your building her palms got increasingly more sweaty. She was quickly losing the confidence she had when she was with you yesterday, but she was determined to start fresh with you. 

She even imagined the two of you bonding over shitty exes, kissing all the places they refused to. She imagined crying in your lap instead of Dina’s and kissing the inside of your thigh when she finally felt better. She imagined taking a bath with you, you rubbing whatever sickly sweet cherry scent you were obsessed with over her body. She was imagining a lot of things, but she was getting ahead of herself. 

Ellie knocked about five times before deciding that you were asleep. Just as she turned to leave she heard a groan from the other side of the door.

“Ugh, hello?” Your voice came out raspy, evidence of last night in your voice. 

“Um, hi… it’s me.” Ellie spoke, her throat getting a little bit dry. “It’s Ellie.”

“Oh shit, Ellie.” You opened the door quickly ushering her in. She stepped in and watched as you put a hand on your forehead, the hangover written all over your face. It was evident that you had slept in your make-up, as she could see the mascara smudged across your face. You looked like a fucking mess, but Ellie thought you looked beautiful.

Suddenly, she was shy again. “Fun night, huh?” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, it was fucking fantastic.” You replied sarcastically, climbing back onto your bed and patting the spot next to you, ushering Ellie to join you. “What’cha got there?” You questioned, eyes glancing at the bag and cup she had resting in her hands. 

“Oh it’s, uh, it’s that scone you like… and your sugar coffee.” She walked over to where you were, handing you the bag and cup as she sat down next to you. She smiled as she watched your features soften as you blinked up at her, a small genuine smile on your face. 

“For me?” You beamed. Ellie noticed two things right away: you had tears in your eyes, and no one had ever done something like this for you before. It was so small in terms of gestures, but Ellie’s heart swelled with pride as you thanked her.

She watched you take a bite, before you closed your eyes and gave her a fake moan. “This is so fucking good. I needed this.” 

“I’m glad.” She gently nudged your shoulder with hers. 

“Ellie… I don’t mean this to be rude, but why are you here?” You asked reluctantly. She could tell you weren’t trying to be rude so she didn’t take any real offense to it. If Ellie was being honest with herself she couldn’t exactly place why she was here either. All she knew was that she didn’t want to be at Cat’s. She also knew that she wanted to hang out with you, but the more she sat here the more she realized she should’ve asked you. 

“Oh I, I just wanted to talk about yesterday…” She came up with the lie quickly knowing it may be the only thing that made sense. “And what that means for us… not that there is an us but… you know.”

All you did was nod and take another bite of your scone. “What does it mean for us?” 

She took a deep breath as she eyed you. You truly were the eighth wonder of the world to her. It was like there was something that was always pulling her towards you. At first she thought that something was Cat, but there was no way that whatever attraction she had to you was based on Cat alone. 

You were completely different. When she spoke, it was obvious you were listening. It was like you wanted to hear what she had to say. You laughed at her lame joke and never made her feel like an idiot for making them. When she got quiet you would try to bring her out of her shell by telling her stupid puns. She was mad at you at the time, but her heart still appreciated it. You never let her look stupid in class or in public. One time you even got down on your knee and tied her shoe for her. You were heaven incarnate, and you made her feel like she was deserving of that.

“I just… I think when I met you it scared me how much I liked you. I had just gotten broken up with and I couldn’t get into another thing… you know? But there you were with your sweet fucking voice and pens and I just.. I shut down and I pulled away from you and I know yesterday felt so sudden but I had been thinking about doing that for a while now. I think I want to know you more, but in order to do that I think we should start over. Clean slate. Act like my fingers were never inside you and all that. Maybe even let me take you out on a date.” Ellie rambled out, carefully watching your face for any reaction that would give you away. 

“Oh Ellie,” You whispered, your voice soft and tender. You brought a hand up to push her hair behind her ears, ignoring how her face flushed and grew hot. “I would love that. But I refuse to forget those fingers.”

“They’re good fingers, right?” She was beaming up at you, freckled and starry eyed. “How about tomorrow for that date?” 

“Works for me.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. This had felt more like a first kiss to Ellie than anything she had done prior. It was gentle and sweet and left her pulse racing. It was the kind of kiss that she closed her eyes for, hoping it would last longer. It was the kind of kiss you held your breath for.

-

It had been almost three weeks since you and Ellie started going out, and she was on the verge of asking you to be her girlfriend. That title was still sore in her chest but she was fighting through it for you. 

You were someone who had ‘girlfriend’ written all over them. You were the type of person people would want to call their girlfriend. You always kissed Ellie goodbye, held her hand as much as possible, and best of all you gave really good head. Ellie was trying to be less vulgar and more romantic but the minute you started working her with your tongue, she became 16 again. 

Ellie had made it a habit to add more about you in her journal after every date you had, the scribbles getting more frantic as the time went on. She felt like a fucking child.

She ordered a Shirley Temple at dinner today… At first I was like??? What the fuck? But then she took the cherry stem and tied it with her tongue. THEN she told me that she was going to show me again later… and in my head I’m like??? But then later came and… well so did I.

We saw a stray cat on our walk today and it approached us… a cat has never fucking approached me in my life? Maybe I have shit vibes or something.. But not my girl, she’s like a fucking rainbow. She pet it and made a comment about getting pussy. I’m crushing on the girl I’m going out with.

This little weirdo made me a mug in her pottery class, carved her name into a heart and everything. Even said the heart was mine.. It was so fucking cute… her… not the mug. The mug was ugly as fuck. She did her best.

Joel came for family day today and met her. He told me she was cute but a little fucking weird, just like me. What an asshole. I counted the amount of times she made him laugh. It was 24. 24 times in 2 hours. Joel Miller has never laughed that much in his entire life. But the fact that he likes her so much makes my heart warm. I don’t even mind that he might like her more than me.

She had been begging to hang out with my friends so Dina and Jesse and us went on a double date. Her and Dina act like they know each other. They were all giggly. It was gross. Jesse even seems to like her. He gave her the last bread in the basket. JESSE! Jesse did that. It seems small but that’s like something he never does. I’m starting to believe this girl is a witch… I’m starting to believe I’m in love with her.

I’ve been writing her a song on the guitar. She saw the guitar in my room one time and called me “her little rockstar”... what a fucking nerd. She asked me to play for her but I got nervous… that has never happened before… What are you doing to me????

Ellie was smitten. Ellie was so smitten that she almost forgot about Cat. Almost. Because at this very moment Cat was charging towards her as she sat on the grass with her journal in her hands.

“Hey.” Cat sighed, sitting down next to Ellie.

“What do you want, Cat?” Ellie grunted out, moving over so she wasn’t sat so close to her. 

“You never came by.” She sounded genuinely sad, so much so that it threw Ellie off. 

“I got busy.” Ellie wanted this to be over so badly.

“With my ex? If you two are playing the long game it isn’t going to work. I don’t care.” Cat replied, anger almost evident in your voice.��

“How is my relationship about you?” This time Ellie turned towards Cat, closing the journal in your hands.

“It’s obvious what you guys are doing. This little act to make me upset, yeah, it’s not working. You’re both my exes for a reason” She spat.

“Not everything is about you. She doesn’t even know I’m your ex, you have never come up in our conversations.” Ellie was getting annoyed, but instead Cat just laughed, something sinister filling her eyes.

“Oh, you don’t know?” Cat snorted.

“Know what?” Ellie questioned, trying to keep the anger in her voice to a minimum. 

“She hated you, Ellie. Thought you were the one I left her for. Technically she was right, but she called me to curse me out about it. Showed me the birthday post I made you with literal tears in her eyes.” 

And if Ellie’s heart was broken by Cat, it was absolutely shattered by you.

ai audios:

i've reached my daily limit for audios (tumblr hates happy people) so i have attached them as links this time.. cause i did not work so hard on them for them not to be posted.

oh i just wanted to talk about yesterday

i just i think when i met you it scared me

they're good fingers, right?

[mcverse]

Can the Sakamaki brothers reaction to a s/o what a deep voice and use it to fluster them or scare them I hope this makes sense and not confuse you.😖

Pairing: GN! Reader x a Sakamaki Brother

Type: Reaction

Word count: 618

Warning: Slight fluff, biting, talk of punishment, Slightly suggestive, faux feelings

Side bar: You didn’t give me a pronoun or gender so I’m gonna keep it neutral. Also, I’m going to assume you meant when you surprise them with a deep voice suddenly. Hopefully I got it down to the T. There’s no scaring the gang unless they seriously can not afford to loss you.

Another thing: I hc the reader, all readers, in my post have stockholm syndrome. It makes more sense. That’s why reader is comfortable doing things like this.

Dialover M.List

Like always, characters are aged up appropriately!

Sakamaki Brothers caught slipping

Shu Sakamaki

What was he going to do with you?

Such a humorous human. His human.

From the moment he knew of your existence to now as you stand over him, it was always a surprise with you.

What were you thinking, popping up on him with a change of tone? Don’t tell him you were expecting an uncharacteristic reaction out of him.

Please. You wish you little minx.

The corner of his lips twitch into a smirk, he hums as his only acknowledgment of you. He was tempted to open his eyes to see the knowing pout on your lips but he wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of this trick.

Renji Sakamaki

Oh. You caused a small, barely noticeable rift in his demeanor.

But you noticed—he noticed you noticed—if that sly smirk pulling on your lips didn’t give away.

He sighs, continuing his drink in thought. That was very childish of you. And you should know better than doing that with him.

“What are you trying to accomplish?” He place the cup down and glares at you. You drop your smile when you see that look.

Yes, the look where you knew this little victory is short lived. A punishment was soon to follow.

Laito Sakamaki

Very good, very good indeed.

This was one of the things Laito enjoyed about you. There was never a dull moment. You were just so exciting and full of surprise.

Every part of you.

It shocks him everytime. Only you do, only you were allowed.

He chuckles lowly, which breaks out into a full on laugh. He stops moments after to look at you with a glint in his eyes, “You never cease to amaze me, little bitch.” He grabs your wrist, pulling you into an embrace.

Ayato Sakamaki

Did you just..

He’s shocked at first but a laugh escapes him in seconds as he found the whole thing amusing. You were comfortable, maybe too comfortable with him.

Ayato licks his lips, eyes narrowing on your face.

How can someone be cute and delicious at the same time?

So many thought ran through his head on what he can do with you… should he drink from you, or mark you up as his, to claim you like it wasn’t already obvious?

You deserve it after getting a surprise out of him. Not everyone can do that.

“Ore-sama is going to reward you for that stunt.”

Kanato Sakamaki

You thought the prank was funny, a ploy many would enjoy.. well, anyone but Kanato.

Kanato was kinda surprised. After all that wasn’t the voice he grew accustomed to, the one he grew to love and searched for.

It was was too deep. He didn’t like the sound of it. And it sorta pissed him off that you’ll do this to him. He’s been nothing but nice to you as of lately.

What was your agenda?

Kanato pouts, “How could you trick me like that? Are you playing with me?” He turns to teddy, a creepy smile shaping his lips, “Perhaps they’ll like to play dolls instead, teddy?”

Subaru Sakamaki

What the hell was wrong with you?

Sure, you shocked him ever so slightly but you left him more annoyed.. and a little bit concerned that you finally lost it living here with him.

He sighs, closing his eyes as he tries to calm himself down. You were just having fun… he tries to remind himself. You were just bored…

Where’d you even learn that from?! You spent most of your time with him.

He opens his eyes to see you staring at him in anticipation. He couldn’t help but scuff at how you cutely waited for a reaction.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” He turns to leave, a small smile spreading to his face.

[mixtape-racha]

wow | hyunho

why did you have to run your mouth? you knew minho wouldn't go easy on you, but you never learnt your lesson. even when he got someone else to help teach you // minors dni, 18+

words: 1.57k // warnings: established minho x reader, brat!tamer minho, hard dom!hyunjin, hyunho makeout, bondage??, reader is a brat and gets called bunny, minho is referred to as sir and hyunjin as master

a/n: based on this request by anon!! i hope you enjoy ♡

you knew it was a bad idea to try and get under minho’s skin. he always knew exactly to have you shaking on your knees and begging for forgiveness, but for some reason you never learnt. it was even worse when you acted up in public, because you knew he wouldn’t stand for you making him look bad. everytime without fail it would end up with you both pissed off, you left unsatisfied and an unbearable tension. but still; you never learnt.

so when you pushed your luck tonight at a company party, minho was ready to punish you in front of everyone there. you kept acting up - flirting with all his friends, interrupting his conversations and whining when he wouldn’t leave just for you. but what pissed him off the most was the mutterings under your breath. when you’d had enough of his shrugging you off to continue a conversation, you had rolled your eyes before grabbing your drink and phone in a huff.

“maybe i’ll just go and fuck hyunjin instead. at least he’d give me attention.”

you honestly didn’t fully intend for him to hear it, but you knew you had fucked up as you felt his stare burning into your back as you walked away. but also, you were too pissed off to care. in fact, it made you even more determined to make him snap. at least that way you’d be able to leave this stupid party.

you were quick to approach hyunjin, who was stood towards the edge of the room with some work friends. hyunjin was exceptionally close to you - someone you trusted with your life, and wouldn’t have any qualms sleeping with him if you weren’t with minho. you wrapped your arms around him from behind, nuzzling your face against his jacket, which made him jump in surprise.

“hey there, love. you good? where’s minho?” he threw an arm over your shoulder, his entire attention on you in a second. it was nice - that he’d just drop a conversation for you. but still, you scoffed at the mention of your boyfriend.

“don’t know. too busy kissing asses to even notice i’m still here.” you tone conveyed just how annoyed you were and, while you should know better than to run to hyunjin, you just wanted to go home and have minho bully his cock inside of you like no one else could.

hyunjin, being the ever so vigilant dom he was, took note of your attitude and swiftly changed the subject to avoid you getting yourself in any more trouble. it wasn’t long before had had enough of you avoiding him, choosing to stick to hyunjin instead, and he came stalking over just as you fell into hyunjin’s lap laughing at something he’d said.

“hi, minnie!” you smiled sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him when you noticed him, you hand still resting on hyunjin’s bicep. he looked between the pair of you silently before clearing his throat.

“hi, my pretty bunny. hyun, boss is asking for you so i said i’d bring you over.”

something in minho’s eyes made you disbelieving of his boss really wanting to talk to hyunjin,and you expressed this by rolling your eyes and pulling minho’s wallet out of his pocket.

“fine. i’m going to get another drink.”

the smile on minho’s face didn’t quite meet his eyes, and something about it unnerved you.

“of course, love. go enjoy yourself while you can.”

—-----------------------------------------------------------------------

god why did you never listen? why did you always get yourself into these situations?

minho was furious when you left the party, you could tell that by the way his hands gripped the steering wheel as he drove you both back home. he would barely look at you, only responding to you in short answers and curt nods. it was scary, but also had you flooding your panties in a second. you knew whatever you had got yourself into tonight would be interesting, for sure.

and there you were. slouched against the bedframe, wrists cuffed to the metal behind your head. minho had rid you of all your clothes except your soaking panties, and they were so full of arousal they were sticking to your folds uncomfortably. you went to squirm, cuffs rattling on the bed post, but stopped as soon as minho whipped his head around to glare at you.

he was pacing at the end of the bed, hands folded behind him and shoes clapping loudly against the floor in the silence of your apartment. your nerves felt they were firing on all cylinders - you were overwhelmed but felt nothing, excited but scared. it was intense in the best way. you had no idea what to expect, but you knew wholeheartedly that as long as you got to cum tonight, being bratty would be worth it. it got you home early after all, didn’t it?

a soft knock on the bedroom door pulled you from your thoughts, minho smirking as he went and opened it to reveal… hyunjin. what was he doing here? oh god, had minho told him what you had said? you stared, bewildered, between the two men as hyunjin entered the door, quick to rid himself of his jacket and tie.

“min…” you started, but minho sent you a look that had you whimpering, burning under his gaze.

“now, bunny. be a good girl, you know that’s not my name, is it?”

“no, sir. sorry, sir.” you whined under his intense stare, goosebumps rising on your skin at being so exposed in front of hyunjin. something that minho picked up on scarily fast.

“come on now, pretty. this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? to fuck hyunjin because i wouldn’t give you the attention you so desperately crave,” he spat. “nothing but a cockdrunk little whore.”

“now, come on, minho,” hyunjin pipped up, tsking at the sight of you clenching your thighs together. “she won’t be cockdrunk tonight, will she? don’t get her hopes up.”

hyunjin’s eyes were dark as he stared you down, which made you whimper at the insinuation of you not being able to cum tonight. but little did you know, you weren’t even being allowed a dick near you tonight. nor fingers, nor a tongue. oh no, it was much worse.

“oh, you’re right, hyunnie. we better show her just how pretty you can be when you get attention, right? so she knows what she’s missing out on. what she could’ve had if she just behaved?”

you were confused, shaken up. what on earth were they planning? but when minho sat on the edge and the bed and patted his thigh, prompting hyunjin to come towards him, your heart dropped.

hyunjin fell perfectly onto minho’s lap, adjusting himself so he could sit comfortably while minho grasped the taller boy’s waist. you pulled at the handcuffs, the clanging noise drawing hyunjin’s attention to you, but not before minho could grip his chin harshly and force the dark-haired boy’s attention back on him.

“say you’re sorry to hyunjin, (y/n). tell master you’re sorry for talking about him like an object.”

“i–i’m sorry, master… please, sir, please-”

“hush.” hyunjin snapped, one of his hands trailing up to rest at the nape of minho’s neck. “you brought this upon yourself, and now you get to watch sir and master enjoy each other, yeah?”

you whined, but nodded anyway. maybe it wasn’t too late for you to be good. maybe if you behaved now, minho would show mercy on you. it was worth trying.

a gasp escaped your lips and minho brought hyunjin’s lips to his, the youngest boy letting out a surprised gasp. it was addicting and you couldn’t look away, the sight of your boyfriend swapping spit with his best friend. you almost thought you could cum untouched on the spot.

the way minho’s hands rubbed hyunjin’s hips, prompting the younger to grind against him ever so carefully. the whimpers and gasps that left each man’s throat as their tongues explored.

if only you were in the middle. if only it was you getting their attention, and enjoying their touches. god, you had to go and mess it up by misbehaving, didn’t you?

it only got more intense, hyunjin’s hips moving erratically against minho’s bulge as the elder trailed his lips down hyunjin’s neck, sucking perfect blossoming marks against the skin. you almost cried out when you saw hyunjin’s eyes flutter, rolling to the back of his head.

“fuck, hyung.” he whimpered, causing minho to smirk and bring a heavy slap down on hyunjin’s ass. the moan hyunjin let out wontonly was heavenly, and you couldn’t help the way you bit your lip and rubbed your thighs together.

just as it was getting good, however, just as you thought you could make yourself cum by yourself in your position, minho pulled hyunjin away from his lips by his hair. he turned to look over at you, a devilish smirk on his face as he took in the wreck you’d become. he was impressed you hadn’t lost it, but he had one final trick up his sleeve to make sure your attitude and bratty behavior would stop for good.

“now, you little slut,” minho spat at you, your eyes brimming with tears. “if you sit still and be good while i make hyunjin fall apart on my cock, i’ll undo the handcuffs and maybe you’ll be given permission to touch. got it?”

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[ghostofthemost141]

Glass Eyes

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,862

Themes: Angst and more Angst

About: You and Ghost are happily married, except you don't remember that. After a mission accident, you are having amnesia and Ghost wants you to remember the life you have.

Notes: Inspired by a TikTok I saw and decided to put it into word format. Nickname for this one is Birdie. And I have Ghost's thoughts jumbled in here so anything that is like this are his internal thoughts. Happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate it! Enjoyy!

“Lieutenant.” 

“Yes?” Ghost called to me with a sour tone. 

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask. 

No, my Birdie. You did not. 

Ghost’s piercing blue eyes stared into my soul. When he came into our meeting room, he didn’t have his usual mask that obscured his entire face. I had never even realized his eyes were blue until he came in today with just a black jacket, his skull balaclava mask that revealed the upper part of his face, gray jeans, and blue converse shoes. Ever since I woke up from my injury, Ghost always looks at me with so much sadness. I don’t understand why he does that. 

“No.” He mumbled. 

I did not understand were this was all coming from. Everytime I ask, Soap, Gaz or Price, they just give me a ‘He is going through a lot right now’ but won’t tell me what. It was all confusing especially since he is giving me kind of the cold shoulder. 

If only you would understand, Birdie. Better yet, remember. 

I could look at Ghost and could see he was thinking, while staring at me. I feel like I should have a talk with him, especially when I haven’t done a damn thing wrong and yet he is treating me like this. He should know that I am one of the best fighters here besides him. Nevertheless, I need to continue this meeting as usual. 

“How is your head?” Gaz asked me. 

“Hurts, but manageable. I have been through worse.” I answer. 

It’s true. You were nearly shot to death when you first started and you still fought with the last bit of bloody strength you had in ya. You’re a fighter. A damn good fighter. 

“I feel like I know what’s coming.” I say. 

“Yeah, we are sending you home temporarily. You’ll be able to come back once your brain is healed.” Price informed me. 

Fuck. 

What a relief. 

“I’ll miss y’all, but orders are orders.” I announce, turning to the guys. 

They were all smiling at me except for Ghost who, once again, had his eyes turned away from me. What the hell? 

“I guess I better go pack my things. Y’all don’t have too much fun in the field without me.” I joke, making the guys laugh. 

“Do you want some help, Birdie?” Soap offered. 

I wanted to accept his offer, but I also wanted to leave the door open for Ghost so I could talk with him. 

“I got it, but thank you Johnny.” I smiled at him and he did it back. 

Even though Ghost has a mysterious charm to him, Soap has always been so kind and friendly to me. He’s also quite the handsome devil. I wonder if he is single, I am just not the one to ask someone about their love life. Disbanding the meeting, I turned and walked to my room, getting ready to pack my belongings. Despite my love for being out in the field, I was lowkey happy to be sent home on temporary leave. Gaz told me that if I were to hit my head again, I could be rendered a vegetable so it’s best for me to be sent home so I can heal and be able to be back on the field. I stepped into my room, feeling a small wave of sadness. 

“I’m gonna miss ya.” I say to myself in my room. 

“You’re never coming back here.” 

“AHH! JESUS!!” I cried out, getting startled by Ghost’s sudden appearance. 

“Ghost, you scared me.” 

“Sorry.” He mumbled. 

As I was catching my breath, I had just realized what he said.

“You’re never coming back here.” 

“What did you mean by that?” 

“By what?” 

“You said I was never coming back here. What did you mean by that?” I ask, seeing he is beating around the bush. 

Ghost’s eyes pierced at me, as if I was his enemy. 

“You won’t be comin’ back here. They are just lettin’ you down easy. A head injury is basically a death sentence for being in the force.” Ghost told me. 

I felt my heart drop, hearing Ghost tell me that. 

“I..I don’t understand.” I mumbled. 

“Of course you don’t.” 

No fucking way. I shot my head up at him and walked up to him. 

“What’s your problem? Ever since I came out of my coma you’ve done nothing but give me the cold shoulder and as far as I know I haven’t done a damn thing to you! So what gives?” I exclaimed in near hysterics. 

“It’s nothin’.” Ghost sneered. 

“No it is, tell me now Lieutenant.” I sternly said. 

“No.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Birdie, don’t.” 

“It’s something alright, just tell me.” 

I swear to God I am going to scream and I don’t want to do that to you, my love. 

“Tell me.” 

“Tell me.” 

“Tell me.” 

“Tell me.”

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me-” 

“YOU ARE MY WIFE!!” 

…

…

…

What? What did he just say? Ghost’s eyes were wide..I couldn’t even tell what it was. Was it anger? Was it sadness? Was it denial? I couldn’t tell.  

“What? What do you mean?” I asked Ghost, trying to reach for him but he just flinched away from me. 

“You..” Ghost paused as he tried to gather his words up, “you hit your head, Birdie. During a mission, someone snuck up behind you, and hit you in the head with the butt of their gun. Despite you passing out, you managed to kill the bloody bastard. But by the time I reached you, you were unconscious. We took you to the medic and we put you in a medical coma to give your brain time to heal. You were lucky to have no bleeding up in there, but they said the possibility of you having amnesia was high. I didn’t want to believe it..” 

“Lieutenant?” 

What? Why did she call me that? She always calls me Simon. Birdie looked down to see me holding her hand. 

“I didn’t think you’d be so worried about me.” She joked with a smile. 

Does she not..

“Of course I would be, love.” 

“Love? Aw you don’t have to pretend you care so much, Ghost, it’s not like we are dating or anything.” 

Oh…

Oh. 

Bloody fucking hell. This is not happening. I was about to speak when I saw the old geyser Price doing a frantic head shaking motion at me. What? What does that mean? 

“I was just..worried is all, Birdie. I’m glad you’re okay.” I say, letting go of her hand despite feeling heartbreak for the first time ever. 

“..until you said that. ‘It’s not like we are dating or anything’. That told me right there you don’t remember.” 

I could feel a heavy weight in my chest. This..this was all too much.  Why, why would Ghost be telling me this? I don’t understand. 

“Why would you be telling me this now?” I questioned. 

“Because I want you to remember.” 

For a split second, I swear I could hear Ghost’s voice breaking, as if he was going to cry. I have never heard Ghost cry, ever. But within that split second, he got his composure back. 

“You..you make me so happy, Birdie. I just want you to remember.” 

I thought about it. I mentally dug into my brain, to try and remember anything, something, any little thing that would indicate that Ghost and I were..together. But nothing came up. No memory or nothing. Just blackness. 

“I’m..I’m sorry Ghost. I don’t remember-” 

“Just pack your shiet and leave.” Ghost growled. 

“Ghost, I’m sorry I-” 

“Just..go. Now.” 

I have never heard Ghost get this intense nor scary. I didn’t know what to say. I felt bad for him that he supposedly had a life with me, but I just can’t remember it. I wanted to say something else, but I felt like anything I said would upset him. 

“Yes, sir.” I mumbled. 

Upon me saying that. Ghost immediately turned and walked out of my room. I wish I could remember. I have always had an infatuation for Ghost and the fact that he told me we are married, is an absolute shock to me. And I wish I could remember. 

Goodbye, my Birdie. 

One month later

My head didn’t hurt as much as usual today, which made me happy. Even though Price did eventually tell me I wouldn’t be able to come back to the field due to my head injury, he was happy to visit me once they got to go back home. Same with Gaz and Soap. The only one I haven’t heard from was Ghost. I wanted to reach out to him, but considering the last time we talked was a month ago and he ordered me to ‘pack my shiet and leave now.’ I get that he was upset, but I also wish he understood my point of view. I want to remember, trust me, but no matter how much I rack my brain, I can’t remember. I only remember me getting recruited and the day of my injury. Every once in a while, I will have a small flashback to a small thing that happened during my time on the field, but they are never about Ghost and I being together. None of this makes sense, but there is nothing I can do about it. I was at my dining table, stirring my coffee mug about to sip it and eat the french toast I made. 

*KnockKnock*

Who could that be? I am not expecting anyone and Price didn’t tell me they would be coming home anytime soon. I got up, went up to the front door, and opened it, nearly fainting in response. 

“Hey, Birdie.” 

Ghost stood there at my doorway holding a bouquet of..

“Ghost, I uh..didn't expect you.” I admitted, considering how angry he was with me. 

“I know.” 

“Would you like to come in? I can make you some tea.” I offer. 

“I’m fine, I just wanted to come by and bring you these. They were your favorite. And to also apologize for how I treated you when you left. It wasn’t right. I’m sorry.” Ghost apologized. 

I don’t think I have ever heard Ghost apologize before and it was definitely genuine. 

“It’s okay, sir. I understand.” 

I understood where he was coming from. 

“Please, just Simon is alright.” He said. 

Simon? Simon..

Ghost then handed me the bouquet of sunflowers. They smelled so nice, so heavenly, so…

“Simon.. Do you really feel that way about me?” 

“I do, I love you, Birdie…” 

~

“How are we going to tell Price about us?” 

“I’ll figure something out, love. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about nothing…” 

~

“Si.” 

“I love you so much, Birdie..You complete me.” 

~

“Birdie, will you marry me?” 

“Simon..yes. Yes I will.” 

~

I..I remember now. 

“Si?’ 

Simon’s eyes beamed up and were once again full of life again, hearing me utter his nickname I had for him. 

“Birdie..” 

You’re back, my love. You’re finally back. 

END 

[damiansgoodgirll]

can you please please write damian comforting reader after she found out that her boyfriend cheats on her please?

damian priest x reader

the other woman

you didn’t care about the fact that it was raining and you didn’t care about the fact that you were driving a little too fast, all you wanted to do was get away as far as possible from the place you used to call home.

 it started as a nice and normal day. 

you woke up early.

you did your workout, you left for work and before coming home you spent the afternoon at the nail salon, happy to get your nails done, but when you came back home what you didn’t expect was to find your three years long relationship boyfriend with his dick inside your neighbour and supposed friend.

you didn’t even let them explain, there was no need too.

you ran back into your car and drove as fast as possible.

there was only one place that you could go and there was only one person you knew that wouldn’t judge you.

your eyes full of tears, you barely saw the road but somehow managed to find yourself in front of damian’s house.

you let the rain wash all over you, your tears mixing with them and you knocked on his wooden door.

he was currently watching a show on the sofa, and he was a little surprised when he heard someone knocking on his door.

but he was definitely more surprised when he saw you standing there looking a completely mess.

your eyes full of tears, your body shaking from crying and the cold weather. he was speechless.

“oh my - come in y/n” he let you in without even questioning at first.

“thank you…” you sobbed.

he rushed to get you a towel and some of his warm clothes.

“here…you should get warmed up…take these, you know where the bathroom is” he smiled at you and you simply nodded.

he never saw you like this.

after ten minutes you came out from the bathroom and you felt a little better, at least physically. your hair and whole body was warm, you removed all the remaining make up and you weren’t shivering no more.

your eyes were still full of tears and damian couldn’t help but wonder what the heck happened to you.

“come here mariposa…” he gently helped you sitting on the couch. his heart broke at your sight. to him you were the light of his days, you were there to pick up his pieces when he was broken so he got worried when he saw you in that state.

“i didn’t mean to show up like this…” you apologised.

“nonsense, you are more than welcomed to stay here, everytime you need it…” he hugged you and you lost yourself between his warm arms. a hug that meant something “can you tell me what’s going on?” he gently asked you.

“he cheated…” you closed your eyes trying to forget the sight that kept repeating in your mind “he was…shit, in our bed…and from the look in his eyes i could tell it wasn’t the first time it happened…” you kept sobbing while damian’s arms kept you close.

he was pissed, he was beyond mad.

he couldn’t understand how someone would cheat on you. you were perfect to his eyes. you were everything he wanted and deep down he knew he was in love with you.

but you always looked so happy when you were with your boyfriend that he didn’t want to ruin your relationship so instead, he stayed close to you as a friend. he wanted to be the one to hold your hand and take you to dates but he knew he couldn’t because he saw how happy you and your boyfriend were.

“he’s a fucking dick…” damian said.

“how could he throw away three years like this? i mean - what did i do wrong? wasn’t i good enough?” you cried into his embrace.

“no no mariposa, you are more than good enough…if men want to cheat they’ll cheat, it’s their fault…i’m just shocked and mad that someone would cheat on you…that he cheated on you. y/n, you’re an amazing person, in and out and you don’t deserve this…” he said trying to keep it calm.

“so why did he do it? we were together for three years!” you kept wondering what you did do deserve this “i remember every time he told me that he would be late for work, and every time that he spend too much time helping out our neighbour saying that her sink was broken and shit like that…he had been fucking her for so many months now that i wasn’t even surprised that we stopped having sex…i should have caught up the signs damian…i should have done something, i should have known it…” you cried.

damian couldn’t bare to see you cry, not for a man like that but he let you continue.

“all the time i saw him with shopping bags, jewellery and lingerie shops, my stupid mind always thought that those things were for him that he liked to spend some money on himself, but in reality, he has been seen her for so many time… did you know that last week he even talked about marriage and family?” you sarcastically laughed “i’ve been the other woman for so long when she was supposed to be the other woman…but she ended up getting all of his love…”

“i wish i could turn back time and put some sense into his brain but i can’t princesa…i can’t undo what he did but i can promise you that’ll never leave and that i’ll be always here for you” his hands gently wiped your tears away “you have me…and you can stay here for as long as you want…i can even go to your apartment tomorrow and get you some of your stuff here, my spare bedroom is available and you don’t need to go back ever again…” he saw a sparkle in your eyes “i know it hurts…and it will for a while but you’re not alone into this…”

“i really don’t deserve you damian…”

“you do, you deserve so much more than this…but if you let me i’ll help you heal” he said honestly and you said yes.

you both spend the rest of the evening in each other’s embrace as damian kept watching a stupid show. you ended up falling asleep in his arms, and it was the first time, in a very long time that you felt safe and protected.

[ilovedazaiosamu]

“I love you, Myshka”

author’s note : hello, im a new writer here, if you can, please give me tips on how to get better! /// i’m also sorry that my fyodor is ooc😓

characters : fyodor, reader(you), a doctor

genre : angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending

enjoy!!

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You and Fyodor love each other dearly, at the start of the relationship Fyodor would always be there for you, whenever you’d want something, he’ll give it to you! Oh no!!You’re crying? He’ll find out who made you cry and repent for their sins. Oh my, but look at your relationship now, Fyodor’s too busy with work and won’t give 1 single shit about you, he’ll even hurt you if you disturb him when he’s in a bad mood.

He thought that humans should learn a lesson if they made a mistake, whether big or small, but now, he’s contemplating if he’s God or not… seeing you lay unconscious on the floor makes him feel like he’s damned.. he went over to you and quickly got you some help. But my, my! when a doctor shouted “Go!! get more help!! we’re losing this patient!” Fyodor’s eyes went wide, he felt an uneasy feeling that made him regret everything he did to you.. he wanted to see you smile and laugh again, not see you with lifeless eyes and a neutral face expression. Fyodor would do anything to get you back, to make you show your contagious smile to him, to make you feel special, to get you everything you need and want, to never feel this guilty and uneasy feeling ever again.

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(after 1-2 hours)

The doctor walked to Fyodor and asked him, “Hello sir, are you Mrs. [name]’s relative? or someone close to her?” “I am her lover, is she doing okay?” Fyodor said to the doctor, trying to not make himself sound worried, “I’m sorry to inform you sir that she is in a critical condition and needs to rest in the hospital for a few weeks or months, until she’s stable and ready to go, she can get discharged from the hospital.” the doctor said. Fyodor asked if he could go inside your room, the doctor then said yes and let him enter your room, seeing you lay on the bed made him feel guilty for not being there with you. He sat on the chair near your bed, “The moon reminds me of your beauty. So beautiful yet so far away. Here I am wishing I could hold you in my embrace” he said, and then suddenly he jolt up when he heard your voice, “Fedya?? is that you?” as you said softly, trying to make yourself sit up from the bed, Fyodor helped you and then asked you, “Why? why must you do that? why did you try to kill yourself?” silence then filled the room, but it was broken by your response.. “Fedya, you almost never came home, we never do things together, I don’t care if you bought me something expensive, I just want to spend time with you! Why can’t you understand? Why did you have to hurt me whenever I disturb you? You could’ve just scolded me! You didn’t even care whenever I spent hours inside the bathroom crying, you didn’t even want to spend any time with me when you had the time to, it even looked like you didn’t love me anymore, Fedya..” you cried out to him, trying your very best to not break and have a meltdown. “Myshka, never do that again, I’m sorry you felt like that, I’m sorry that I made you feel like that, I’d do whatever it takes to make it up with you, please Myshka, never do that again..” Fyodor said, softly, you smiled at him and hugged him, sharing your warmth with him. “ I love you, Fedya, my heart goes around the moon everytime I see you.” you said to him, Fyodor chuckled, “Myshka, if God ever offered me eternal life, I’d turn him down, because life without you is nothing compared to death, I love you more, Myshka.” Fyodor replied to your words, making you flustered than ever, he then gently cupped your face and then kissed you, you widened your eyes and then returned the kiss to him. In the end, Fyodor will always love you, no matter whatsoever happens to you and him. “Please rest well and don’t make me wait too long, Myshka, I’ll be waiting for you until you are much better.” Fyodor said, you nodded and teased him about getting worried for you.

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[limelyrics]

Toumei Answer/透明アンサー

Everyday moving on the same without a single change

Sitting alone watching as my life was drifting past me

“Would you tell me about your day?”

You asked, but I turned away

If only a textbook could tell me all that which confounds me

Ah

When you ask me about my grades, I say they haven’t swayed

Never below three digits or holding a mistake

You would always smile bashfully in the seat right beside me

You never showed me that your grades had brought you heartbreak

Looking through the glass while nothing comes to pass

Should I look for meaning in the questions that I ask?

“Isn’t that so dull?” you said, breaking the lull

Everyday you seemed happier than the last

Just leave me alone

You can’t touch my heart that only wants to disappear

Even today it can’t be found anywhere in the atmosphere

Hearing that the school bells chime, you tell me I’m a cold and callous guy

I guess that’s true, but that doesn’t involve you

And even if the textbooks told me all the things that I don’t understand,

I know I could figure it all out, I know it’d be as planned

“Even if I die, it’s only natural that I will be replaced”

I whispered then, but I guess that in the end, I was just saving face

Everyday moving on the same without a single change

Though I could tell that something was weighing down on her mind

Not that that matters anyway, our tests returned today

Score is the same and I’ll just get back into the old grind

Everyday moving on the same without a single change

Something was wrong, I felt that a part of you was missing

The shade of your gorgeous hair, that smile you’d always wear

It’s likely that someone would already be forgetting

Looking through the glass while nothing comes to pass

Maybe I should have returned the questions that you asked

I thought that I knew all that there was to you

But, I guess, there’s more learning for me to do

If I had only got to know the you who didn’t want to be seen through

Then you could still be here and we could smile together, just us two

Everytime I hear the ringing chime of the classroom I know it’s time to reminisce

The girl I dearly miss

She’d never show but

You can’t touch a heart that only wants to disappear

Though she kept hiding what she felt behind a smile from ear to ear

Even though you’re gone and no one saw you fly away into the dawn

I’ll never let myself forget your smile, no I’ll never move on

[incorrectallpersonaquotes]

Katherine looked very angry. Her entire being exhaled a very intense murderous intent, and all eyes were fixed either on her or in the target of her killing instinct.

Vincent, like always, wasn’t sure about what to do. Of course, he could have seen this coming.

Orlando poked him in the rib, with his elbow.

“Ow!” complained Vincent. “What was that for?”

“You have to do something about Katherine, man” said Orlando. “She’s angry.”

“Seriously, man. Shouldn’t you have seen this coming?” asked Jonny.

“I could, I guess…” muttered Vincent.

“Then go do something about this.”

Vincent took a deep breath. Then, walked to Katherine, sitting right next to her, while timidly moving his hand to her shoulder.

Katherine’s look was enough to make Vincent flinch.

“Uh… are you okay, babe?” asked Vincent. “Everything’s all right?”

“What do you think?” asked Katherine, her voice so cold it could freeze the air.

“Yeah, stupid question, I mean…”

“Vincent. I know we agreed that we both would have a particular choice. But please, enlighten me.”

Katherine stood up, knocking down her drink while furiously pointing to another table.

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU INVITE HER, OF ALL PEOPLE, TO BE OUR SON’S GODMOTHER???”

Yeah, Orlando was right. Vincent definitely should have seen that coming.

At the other table, quietly sitting with the same provocative clothes she wore everytime Vincent saw her, there was Catherine. The woman who came into Vincent life and was responsible for the most terrifying week he ever experienced in his life.

Catherine didn’t seem to be offended by Katherine’s rage. Quite the opposite, she calmly smiled, visibly enjoying this, while she raised her glass to Katherine, like making a toast to her fury.

Possibly the only reason why Katherine didn’t rush to tackle Catherine was the baby in her arms. Probably the same motive why Katherine sat down again só quickly, the small boy looking curious to her mother’s angry face while she burned Catherine with her eyes.

“I can throw hands with her if you want, Katherine” said Erica, approaching the table. “You take care of your son.”

“You go, Erica!” shouted Toby, visibly looking forward to it.

“Let’s… not throw hands with anyone here, right?” said Vincent, with a weak voice.

“Give me a good reason why I should not tell Erica to give YOU a good beat, Vincent” said Katherine. “Of all people you could choose, why did you pick HER to be our son’s godmother? Not only she tried to seduce you into cheating on me, but she’s literally a demon. A succubus, isn’t that right?”

“Well, you see… that’s the main part of the reason” muttered Vincent. “After everything that happened, we now know that demons are real. And if they’re real… I don’t know, maybe it’s for the best if our kid have someone among them who’ll care for him?”

“That’s insane, man” said Jonny. “It’s like the mafia tried to kill you, and then you invite the mafia boss for your marriage.”

“Not only that, but did it have to be her?” asked Katherine, again. “If our kid needed a demon godparent by your twisted logic, couldn’t you have invited, don’t know, Boss?”

“Oh, I’m gonna have to disagree with you there” said Erica. “Boss’ way sketchier than Catherine.”

“I heard that, Erica!” said the Boss, Thomas Mutton, from behind the counter.

“Yeah, and I mean it!”

“Also, well…  tell you the truth, Dumuzid is not that much of a big deal in hell. He’s of human origin, after all.”

Everyone was surprised to see Catherine right there with them. None of them noticed when she left her table and joined then. Immediately, Katherine hugged her son more tigher, like trying to protect him from the woman in front of her.

“Oh, no need to be so paranoid, old hag” said Catherine. “I told Vince I agree to be this kid’s godmother. But honestly, he also got a lot of nerve, asking me this kind of thing when he dumped me to be with you!”

Katherine opened her mouth to protest, but Vincent was faster.

“Don’t call Katherine that way” said Vincent. “I’m grateful that you accepted my request, but don’t disrespect my wife.”

That had the effect of calming Katherine a bit, and everyone was generally surprised by Vincent’s words. Sure, despite the problems Vincent and Katherine passed through in the past, they got married and nobody doubted that they were in love, but it wasn’t often that Vincent stood up like that, not even for himself.

Catherine seemed annoyed by his word, but just shrugged.

“Okay, sorry. Well, it was a bold request, but a smart one. After all, my father is none other than Nergal, a powerful entity in hell. No doubt, your kid has much more benefit by having me as godparent than Dumuzid over there.”

“You’re still at my establishment, you know…” muttered the Boss.

“So, your kid” continued Catherine, as if not hearing Boss’ words. “What’s his name?”

“We’re not sure yet” said Vincent.

“What? You haven’t decided a name for your kid? Are you serious?”

“Katherine wants to call him Ren. Vincent wants to call him Akira. I think they’re both adorable names, so I can see why they haven’t decided yet!”

Again, everyone was surprised. This time, it was Rin who showed up right next to everyone, so suddenly that Erica almost dropped the tray she was carrying.

“Oh. So you’re still here as well” said Catherine, with visible disgust in her voice.

“Yup!” answered Rin, happily. “Katherine and Vincent invited me.”

“Your request seems more and more absurd as time passes, Vince.” Catherine turned her eyes back to Vincent. “Not only you want me to be your son’s godmother, but you also call a fucking angel to the party that you want me to attend?”

“Rin is a precious friend, of course I would invite them” said Vincent, firmly.

“Also, I’m not exactly an angel, you know” said Rin.

“Whatever. Well…” Catherine looked at Katherine, who was still holding the baby. “Can I hold my godson for a moment, if that’s the way you want it?”

“You stay away from my son!” shouted Katherine.

“Kat, Kat, please…” said Rin. “I’m not gonna let her do anything to the baby. Please, trust me.”

Vincent looked at Katherine and the baby, feeling anxious. Deep down, he knew he was getting into trouble for this decision. But, somehow, he felt that having a connection to the “other side” could save his son’s life someday, and that would make all the suffering he endured under the nightmares given to him by Catherine and Mutton worthwhile.

Katherine took a breath. Then, slowly, she passed the baby in her arms to Catherine.

Catherine clearly wasn’t experienced in holding babies, and still looked more annoyed by it than any other feeling. Probably not even Catherine herself understood why she accepted Vincent’s absurd request, or why she wanted to try and hold a baby. That didn’t seem appropriate for a succubus like her, that had the ruin of men and women as his sole purpose in life.

But then, Catherine stared at the baby. The curly hair, just like Vincent’s. The narrow eyes, possibly a gift from Katherine’s japanese grandmother, that stared at her like two grey flashlights. As Catherine looked at the baby, he smiled for a moment. Children at this age normally don’t know how to express joy with face expressions, and only smile to please their parents, but that smile looked different. It was a sly smile, that reminded Catherine of a sneaky cat trying to get away with a misdeed.

Catherine’s eyes sparkled. She couldn’t avert her gaze from the baby. He looked absolutely perfect, in ways she would not expect.

“Well, look at you” said Catherine, smiling. “Aren’t you a cute boy? I bet you’re gonna destroy lots of hearts when you grow up, aren’t you? My, I guarantee, you’re gonna have so much guts than your lousy father. I looked forward to it, cutie.”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, now give him here” said Erica, taking the baby from Catherine’s arms. “I’m also his godmother, you know? Katherine picked me, specifically!”

Catherine didn’t protest, but her eyes stayed fixed at the baby, while she was still smiling softly. Then, she turned to Katherine and Vincent.

“All right” said her. “I accept this kid as my godson. And I guarantee that you won’t regret it. If by any chance he gets involved in something big… I’m gonna do everything I can to help him. You have no idea, but some powerful guys in hell owe my father some favours, and my father owes me a bunch of others. Damn, I could even ask Satanael to help this boy fight God, if needed.”

“Uh… we would prefer if he had a more normal life” said Vincent.

“Well, that’s not for you to decide, is it, Vince?” laughed Catherine. “No need to look at me like this, ol… I mean, Katherine. I’m not gonna interfere with your son’s life. But I’m not gonna abandon him either. If you can be proud of something in your life, be proud of this boy. He’s gonna steal everyone’s hearts in his life. He’s just a baby, and he already stole mine.”

Even Katherine was impressed by Catherine’s words. Vincent, Orlando, Jonny, Erica, Toby, Boss, everyone looked at Catherine in surprise. Only Rin didn’t seem surprised, but very pleased, smiling happy as they looked at Catherine.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Catherine wasn’t there anymore.

“You think she was being serious?” asked Toby.

“Dunno. What do you think, Boss?” asked Erica.

“Well, miss Catherine may not look like it, but she’s always serious” said Boss. “If she said she’s gonna protect the boy, she’s gonna protect the boy. But well… I could have done this too, you know. If only…”

“If Vincent asks you to be my son’s godfather, I’m divorcing him right now” said Katherine, taking the baby from Erica’s arms. “One demon godparent is more than enough.”

“Sorry” said Vincent.

“What’s done is done. And well… I confess that I’m starting to consider the idea that you’re not wrong all the time.”

“Haha… well, that’s something.”

Vincent looked at his son. He looked happy and peaceful in his mother’s arms, starting to look a bit drowsy. Catherine’s words ringed in his ears.

He could grow up to steal hearts. He could grow up to have a normal, boring life. Or he could change the lives of everyone around him.

He could be everything. And Vincent loved his son for that.

[jojolovenotes]

( Hugs your ✨dating sim event✨!

I'd love for my character, Jennifer, to go on a date with Rohan Kishibe please! I can see her inviting Rohan to a high profile art gallery opening somewhere in Tokyo, so they can spend some long overdue time together!

They can love the artworks or be sassy about what's been created if it's really ridiculous, and match it up against their own art. As a a painter, her own style is autobiographical, sludgy and realistic while telling the tale of her own dramatic life lol. Either way, they bring out the best in each other and have fun with the date!

Jennifer would try to be detached enough to not show her growing feelings for Rohan, but honestly her big laugh and generous grin give her away everytime.

Thank you so much! (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ )

♡ Dating Sim Event (Closed) ♡ Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry this took so long!! but I wanted to make sure to get it done before this year was over!! ;w; 

Rohan had been invited to many art galleries before, but this time it was different. This invitation had been more of a date, and while Rohan was usually good at keeping his cool, the thought had been enough to make him feel just a hint of nervousness. ‘Come on Rohan, this isn’t like you...’ he mumbled to himself as he finished getting ready. It wasn’t like this was their first date together, but it had been the first time Rohan actually wanted to do something for Valentine’s Day. Normally this would be a holiday he would want to avoid - the overcrowded restaurants and the shops filled obnoxious pink and red displays of various stuffed animals and candies to gift your significant other. At least the art gallery should be a bit calmer today compared to those packed restaurants. 

He made it to the art gallery rather early as he hadn’t seen Jennifer just yet. He looked around hoping to be able to catch sight of her, but it seemed she had caught sight of him first. Soon enough Rohan felt someone’s hands suddenly cover his eyes. While he’d like to hope it was Jennifer, there was always the worry that maybe it was a fan who recognized him and wanted to chat or get an autograph. 

“Jennifer? That better be you.” Rohan tried to sound playful, but maybe there was a little hint of irritation in his voice. 

“Of course it is, or were you expecting someone else?” Jennifer uncovered his eyes and laughed a little. She linked arms with him and leaned against him giving him somewhat of a soft side hug. 

“No, of course not. I’m glad it’s you.” Rohan leaned back against her direction just a little bit. 

Jennifer was smiling to herself, hopefully Rohan didn’t notice just how much. She still wanted to keep him guessing even though it was clear she occasionally flirted with him. Still, it was unclear to Rohan just how serious Jennifer was about him - even then despite this being a ‘date’ Rohan wasn’t sure if she meant in a romantic sense or if it was just her being nice in a friendly way.  Maybe it would be best to stop overthinking and just enjoy their time together...

The gallery certainly had a lot to offer. The pair spent a lot of time carefully dissecting each piece of art - some of them had positive opinions for the pair to share, while there were pieces that seemed to baffle the pair. Some of Jennifer’s comments on the pieces they weren’t very fond of made Rohan chuckle a bit. It was such a different experience to experience art with someone else. Normally he would often go to these galleries alone - which he didn’t mind, but now that he had been here with Jennifer he realized there were a lot more things he’d like to do with her at his side. 

Her smile was something that was now burned into Rohan’s mind, he felt inspired all of a sudden. He knew when he got home her inspiration would be put on a canvas, but he was unsure if he’d show her his work. Still, he didn’t want their time together to end just yet. He was a bit nervous about asking, but he hoped to be able to spend a little more time together after the gallery.

“Would you like to join me for dinner?” Rohan asked this rather quietly. 

“Of course I would!” Jennifer’s smile widened. “That means you’re buying right.” she teased with a playful wink. 

“Only because you asked nicely.” Rohan teased right back. 

Maybe tonight one of them would finally confess their feelings for each other. It seemed like the time was just right... 

[letannabethchasesayshit]

Summary: Ripley Curbello's father always told her how she was born of the night sky. As it turns out, he was telling her the truth. She is the Daughter of Nyx, Greek Goddess of the Night. After Ripley's father is killed, she is sent on the run. She is all alone but not for long. She finds Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, and Luke Castellan. All four of them lost their families or were rejected. All four were alone, but they found love and family together. It was the four of them against the world and Ripley thought it always would be. Ripley must grapple with finding a family, losing them, and her fear of herself. All rational people are afraid of the dark, and Ripley is not different.

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Read on AO3 here

Part 14/14

Chapter Fourteen: The Moment That Didn't Change Much at All

Luke was right, I didn’t get to do many of my activities with Annabeth. Some of them would overlap, like sword training or Greek Mythology, but sometimes I was left alone. Even Luke was separated. Because the Hermes cabin was so big, it got divided in quarters to do activities. All the actual children of Hermes were in one group while the rest of us were all divided. That left me alone in a group of people I didn’t know.

I tried to make the best of it. The way I saw it was it was another chance to make friends. I found Annabeth, Luke, and Thalia when I was alone, I thought I’d find someone else when I was alone too. The very first morning I had activities, I made myself so excited. I told myself over and over again that I was about to make a whole camp full of new friends. By the time I stepped out of the cabin, I was so sure I was going to have a million new friends by the end of the day, I couldn’t stop smiling.

That feeling was destroyed by my very first activity. I stepped up to the archery range and nobody would even look at me. When I got to a target, I tried to talk to the Aphrodite girl next to me, but she said nothing as she changed targets. Both targets on either side of me were empty despite the fact that the range was packed.

I was determined not to let that stop me. I tried again at Arts and Crafts, and again during canoeing. I ended up paddling a boat all by myself and capsizing halfway out into the bay. A couple of the unclaimed campers helped pull me into their canoe and got me back to shore. Once I had a towel and was sitting safely on the dock, they went to continue their activities.

“They were nice, at least,” I muttered into my knees, “I don’t get it. Why would they help me like that but nobody wants to be my friend? I’m not scary, am I? You told me I wasn’t scary.”

I leaned up against Thalia’s tree. There was nothing left besides bark and pine needles, but I knew Thalia was in there somewhere. She couldn’t talk to me, she couldn’t hug me like she used to, but I knew she was there. I knew she was there and I knew, if she could, she wouldn’t ignore me like everyone else was.

Everytime someone ignored me, or went out of their way to avoid me, I became more afraid. All my nightmares were warning me of just this. I was dark, cold, and scary just like the darkness my mother embodies. They were scared of me, and they should be. No matter how nice I tried to be, I would always be a part of the darkness. It was simply who I was born to be.

“You-you told me nightmares lie,” I began to cry, “But- but- but then why is everybody avoiding me? Maybe- maybe I really am scary.”

That was the only solution. The whole camp didn’t even hesitate in accepting Annabeth and Luke, but they hesitated when it came to me. I saw them scamper away as soon as I came close. For a moment, I began to wonder if I really was the monster in the closet.

“Ripley, you are supposed to be in Greek Mythology right now.”

I pulled my head out of my knees to see Chiron cantering up the hill. He must have just come from archery, his bow was still slung across his back and his quiver around his horse half. He approached me with a kind face and a gentle smile. I wiped my tears on my jacket sleeve and sniffled, “I’m sorry, Mister Chiron. I-I wanted to come up here and talk to Thalia.”

Chiron glanced at the tree and smiled, “She comforts you even now.”

“Thalia always made me feel better. She was my friend and she loved me.”

“And you love her.”

“Very very much,” I paused, “I miss her.”

Chiron knelt to sit next to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder in an effort to comfort me, “I am certain you are not the only one.”

I was silent for a moment. I wonder if Thalia was still in that tree and if she missed us too. If she could, I knew she did, if Thalia loved anything it was her friends. She would do anything for us, that’s why she was a tree when the rest of us were still breathing.

“Your friend Annabeth is quite worried about you,” Chiron broke the silence, “She came to me saying she didn’t know where you were. I sent her off to class and promised to find you.”

I frowned, “I didn’t want to scare her.”

“I take it you don’t usually go off on your own,” he paused as I shook my head, “Why are you up here, Ripley?”

He already knew. I could feel it, he asked the question but he didn’t really mean it. This whole conversation, he already knew what I felt and what I was going to say. I glanced up at him, “You already know the answer, don’t you?”

“You have the empathy of a child of Nyx, Ripley,” Chiron laughed, “I have taught a few of your brothers and sisters, and they always seemed to know what I was thinking before I did.”

“You taught my brothers and sisters?”

“Oh, yes,” Chiron responded, “Your mother is not one for making demigods. Some of the divine, such as Hermes or Apollo, make demigods all the time, but your mother only made one every several centuries. In my ten thousand year career as a trainer of heroes, I only ever met four children of Nyx.”

“Not including me?”

“Not including you, but they were not much different than you,” Chiron explained, “Nyx is the primordial Goddess of the Night. She and her husband Erebos make up the darkness and the night. The darkness is where people are most often at their most vulnerable. Their emotions are laid bare, and children of Nyx could always sense exactly what others felt.”

I scrunched up my nose, “So, it’s not just empathy like Thalia said it was, I really can feel what other people are feeling?”

“Yes, my dear, it is a sort of extreme empathy.”

“What could my brothers and sisters do?”

“Each child of Nyx is different just as all demigods are. No two demigods will have all the same abilities,” Chiron explained, “Some were able to control the darkness and bend it to their will.”

“I can do that. I can make it attack things,” I said.

“One of your brothers could do that as well. Some could even hide in the darkness, completely cloaking themselves to where they could not be seen nor sensed. All children of Nyx have been able to see in the dark just as well as they might in the day. Some have been able to inflict their choice of emotions on others.”

I tilted my head, “What does that mean?”

“If it is dark, these demigods could make their enemies feel fear or their friends feel comfort. Many friends of the children of Nyx were never afraid of the dark again, but their enemies would never feel safe in the dark again.”

I rubbed my arms, “That sounds scary.”

“It is not always scary, my dear. You could make people feel the most comfortable they have ever felt,” Chiron explained, “Some could even banish the darkness in an area and bring the light back, or vice versa.”

I stared at my shoes, “Is that why everybody is afraid of me?”

I didn’t have to look at Chiron to feel his deep resignation. He didn’t want to answer my question, but he knew he had to. This was not the first time he had to tell a kid something upsetting, and it wouldn’t be the last. I was certain this wasn’t the first time he had this exact conversation with a child of Nyx, but I knew it never got easier. From the heavyweight in his heart to the way his entire body sagged, I knew it never got easier.

“That is yet another similarity between you and your siblings,” Chiron sighed, “It seems that, no matter the era, people will always be afraid of the dark. That is why Prometheus brought fire to the humans from Olympus and faced the punishment that came with it. Humans have always been afraid of the dark, and demigods are no different.”

I tried to hide my tears in my knees, but I knew Chiron saw them. He saw everything and he always did. After living for so long, I think it was impossible for him not to. He had already seen so much, nothing ever surprised him, and nothing ever got past him.

“They will not be afraid forever,” Chiron tried his best to reassure me, “Many children of Nyx found their place and their people. They were able to live comfortably once their peers adjusted to the dark. It just takes time, my dear.”

“Some of them, but not all of them?”

Chiron sighed, “Not all of them, I’m afraid. There were a few who succumbed to the malice. They were alienated long enough that they finally embraced it and took on a whole new outlook.”

“Did they become the bad guys?”

“They did, I’m afraid.”

“I knew it,” I began to openly cry, “All my dreams were right. I am dark and cold and scary just like the darkness.”

I plunged my fists in my eyes as I cried. Chiron patted my shoulder, doing his best to console me, “You mustn’t listen to your nightmares, Ripley. They exist only to scare you.”

“But, you just said they’re right.”

“I simply said they could be right, it is you who must make the decision,” Chiron responded, “It is your fatal flaw.”

“What?”

“A fatal flaw, all demigods, and even the Gods, have one. It is the one thing that we could do to tear ourselves down. For some that is hubris, for others loyalty.”

“What is it for me?”

“The night can be something of great comfort, but it can also be something of great anger and fear,” Chiron responded, “Your fatal flaw, as as children of Nyx, is consumption. It is the consumption of one emotion or the other. If you are not careful, you could fall victim to the hatred and malice that have plagued your past siblings."

"What- what's the other one?"

"There is a such thing as too much of a good thing. If you give too much of yourself, you could lose yourself and be consumed by the needs of others."

I gazed up at him in silence. He smiled, “But you have a choice. You can choose to be neither, Ripley. The battle will be hard but it will not be impossible.”

“You mean- I don’t have to be bad?”

“No, but you must make it happen.”

“I won’t let it happen,” I blurted, “I don’t wanna be the bad guy.”

Chiron smiled, “I am certain you won’t. It will be a battle, but it is one I know you can achieve.”

I looked out over the camp. I saw various campers going towards different activities, all laughing and talking with each other. Every single one seemed right at home.

“Do you think,” I paused, “Do you think I’ll find my place? My home?”

Chiron laid a hand on my shoulder and smiled, “Ripley, my dear, if you look close enough I think you’ll find you already did.”

He directed his attention to the Big House. That was where he lived and where he taught Greek Mythology classes. Annabeth was standing on the porch. Her arms were crossed and her foot was tapping as she did when she was nervous. I couldn’t see from there, but I knew she was biting her hair. She was looking for something and it only just occurred to me that she was looking for me.

“Your future is your choice, Ripley,” Chiron said, “There will always be those afraid of the dark, but there will always be those who see you for who you are as well.”

I stared at Annabeth and smiled. Glancing up at Chiron, I wiped the last tears off my cheeks, “Thank you, Chiron.”

He simply nodded. I stood and quickly turned to give him a hug. He hugged back, laughing the entire way. Giving him one last smile, I began to jog down the hill to meet Annabeth. Right then and there, I made a promise to myself. No matter what was thrown my way, no matter what happened to me, I would always be kind. Even to the most bitter of enemies, I would always be kind. So long as I was kind, I could never be bad. I would make sure my flaw would never become fatal to me or anyone I cared about. If I was anything, I was going to be kind.

[addictivepsychology]

Day 102

I feel weird today

First day back to work and being here doesn’t feel right anymore,

Not comfortable, not safe, not happy.

So I guess I need a change but change can’t happen for 7 months, so I guess I’ll suck it up and figure it out,

I’m almost done unpacking, cleaning my room and car, getting rid of old clothes and replacing with new ones I need,

Finishing all errands I need to do,

It never ends sometimes

I woke up in my own bed for the first time saturday morning , I haven’t done that in a week,

Peaceful rain , dark room, alone,

Hungover, but that doesn’t matter,

I’ve been drinking quite often again, but I guess that’s fine since I don’t get hangovers nearly as bad anymore,

Since the stomach bacteria got killed,

I couldn’t drink for months with that bacteria, freedom Is finally back,

I told my roommate I’ll probably be drunk for the next two months , which should be fun,

Toxic,

I have so many emotions today that I’m not sure what to do with,

But spiraling is what I do best when I come back from trips,

Getting used to forced emotions and forced smiles, forcing myself to go to bed and wake up in the morning,

Work is a forceful place,

Maybe I’ll finally get a remote job like you told me to,

And do my work from a tent in the woods,

So much to catch up about but how do I put it into words.

I texted hippie and let him know I’m back in town and to let me know when he’s free ,

He said the same night,

But I was on a phone call that I wasn’t going to end,

And the today is my first day back at work,

So no,

But no response ,

I’m not sure how I’m going to feel when I go to see him again,

Dating is weird

Jesus Christ

Tried something new,

Grew up in a shameful household so it might be getting to me,

But I’ve had this issue for years about sexual things,

I get this guilt sometimes,

Which can be from the shame of back then or feeling guilty for dating multiple people,

But that’s so normal, it’s the usual now,

What a fun phone call.

It eases my nerves but also makes me nervous that I don’t know what you look like,

I’m so tired but I have to call you back after that,

You said at 4am, when you have to be up at 8,

You’ve finally crashed from your long and no sleep weekend,

I’m excited to chat with you when you wake up,

No matter what happens,

You’ve helped me so much ,

Being confident and comfortable in myself,

Sometimes I think about why we meet people and what purposes we have,

I can’t thank you enough, for accepting me and being who you are,

Mister blue eyes, blonde hair,

And no eyes

Princess,

You’re so sweet, and so funny.

We are going to plan the next time we see each other,

it feels so far away but I ruin everything close,

So if I want any hope, you’ll be at an arms reach,

Leaving time in between,

Getting to know each other over the phone,

Like I do best apparently,

You ask me to call you, so I do,

Small talk, talk about our day, talk about our past dates,

And wishes we were here, but 7 hours is a good distance,

You say you don’t want to get off the phone,

We don’t have to,

You told your family again that we’ve been dating for 6 years and I’m your fiance,

You said everytime you tell them, their face is priceless,

So I go along with the joke,

I’ve always wanted to be proposed to,

What better way than knowing someone for a week,

What’s more exciting ,

We fall asleep talking about rings,

And wake up with soft good mornings,

But how much do you really know me,

How much do you know where I am or what I’m going through,

But you will I guess,

I just need to let you in more,

How is it that I still don’t know what I want,

Does anyone really know,

There’s so many options,

So many life path possibilities,

How do you know there’s one you’re supposed to go with,

Everything has gray area and many chances at happiness,

I want to do art, get it out of me,

Maybe I’ll paint a little before bed.

I need to get my art stuff back from you,

Why do I invest so much into everyone,

Sometimes I feel I should be more closed off but my emotions are big and I like to express them,

Probably when I shouldn’t,

But I have to forgive myself and hope my words bring people up instead of weigh them down,

I’m so glad I’ve found supportive girlfriends, I’ve been needing it,

I’m so thankful people are brought into my life,

[multimilfs]

Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader: Stairway to Heaven

Summary: Anon requested Melissa Schemmenti + 132 -- "I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much."

AO3

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Gary is cool. He's even funny on occasion, when he remembers the punchline. He treats Melissa like a Queen—though she deserves nothing less—and worships the ground she walks on. But you’re not convinced he’s good enough for her. 

You’re watching the two interact across the lunchroom with simmering jealousy. It’s an ugly emotion you’re not fond of feeling, but one you can’t seem to shake these days. The grip on your grading pen tightens as Melissa laughs at some joke of Gary’s. 

“Girl, you’ve got to do something about all… that.” Ava says, motioning to your expression, “Channel that anger into something productive. Like packing orders. Or sex.” 

“I’m not participating in your pyramid scheme.” You answer. 

“Oh, so you’re going to get some? Finally. It’s hard having to entertain you with my stories when I’m not getting anything back.” 

“To be fair, I never asked to hear about your sex life,” You point out. Ava shrugs and you continue, “If you tell me about Tyrone one more time I might lose it.” 

“Tyrone? He’s old news. I’m onto Jamal now, keep up.” 

“Jamal? What about his sister?” 

“She was into some weird stuff. I’m freaky too, but even I draw the line at dolls.” 

Ava shivers and you decide not to ask. It’s better for your sanity that way, though you’re morbidly curious. Ava never tells a bad story. 

Another presence joins the table as Janine sidles up, looking far too awake and positive for 9 am on a Tuesday. She smiles obliviously. 

“Dolls? I loved dolls as a kid.”

Ava scoffs, “Yeah, I bet you made them kiss each other and all that nonsense.”

“Of course I did. It was like directing my own little show!” 

“Is that where the control issues started?” You ask. 

Janine’s oblivious smile drops and she levels you with a look. It’s closer to matching Barbara’s with every day that passes, it’s almost impressive; but unless Barbara herself levels one at you, you’re going to remain unphased. 

“Don’t shame my childhood development just because you’re jealous over Melissa and the vending machine guy.” 

You turn red, “I am not jealous!” 

“Right. And I wasn’t named tastiest doomsday prepper in Philly.” Ava says, rolling her eyes. 

You and Janine lock eyes, wearing matching expressions of bewilderment. Everytime you talk to Ava you learn more about her; that isn’t always a good thing. When Janine opens her mouth, you give her a subtle shake of your head. Once the two get started it’s impossible to get them to stop. 

Unfortunately, Janine is too stubborn, and has to do things her way; she engages the Principal in a battle of wits she can’t win. You tune it out the second she starts in on how doomsday prepping is futile and the kind of neurotic spending reaction it induces only benefits the government. That isn’t a can of worms you feel like glancing inside. 

You decide to torture yourself emotionally instead. 

It should be easy to watch Melissa laugh and grin in that smug, bright-eyed way she pulls off so well, but it turns your stomach to know Gary is the cause of it. He’s nice enough—that’s the excuse you try to use everytime, to no avail—but he isn’t you. And against the slim odds of someone like Melissa ever wanting you romantically, you wish it was you. 

Does he know her favorite restaurants, her favorite soap operas? Does he know about the years Melissa dedicated to caring for her Nana? Does he know how incredibly fucking lucky he is to have Melissa Ann Schemmenti wrapped around his finger? 

The likelihood of him knowing anything important is slim-to-none. The redhead is too private to share information so soon, but the little green-eyed monster in your head prods you, asking what if he does? Your fists clench in your lap. You’ve been climbing the stairway to heaven this whole time and Gary’s probably on the highway. 

“Hey, hon,” You’re surprised from your thoughts to see the object of them in front of you, leaning on the table, smiling. 

You smile back, “Hey, Mel.” 

“What are you doing tonight?” 

Hope claws up your throat. You shove it down violently, leaning back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Depends. Why?” 

“Gary was asking about you, he wants to meet ya. I was thinking you could bring your secret lover on a double-date tonight. You meet my guy, I meet yours.” 

You tilt your head, brows scrunching, “Secret lover?” 

“Oh come on,” Melissa rolls her eyes. She levels you with a look that says don’t give me that bullshit, “I’m not blind. You suddenly go silent on all things romance and think I wouldn’t figure out what that meant?” 

Nerves and mortification make you nod, smiling sheepishly. Your chest hurts. Of course she’d notice; after several years of friendship and teaching together, how could she not? The two of you were practically glued at the hip before Gary came along. No topic had been too much and then for you to go silent… you can see how that’d come across. You’re glad she didn’t suss out the real reason. 

“I’m not sure. Things are still pretty new…” 

“I’ll buy your drinks.” 

That makes you pause. 

Then you see how she’s looking at you. She’s leaning down into your space, grinning like she knows she's won. You can’t deny her anything, not when you know how much it’ll mean to her for you to really meet Gary as her romantic interest rather than a passing acquaintance. It’ll kill you. Watching her laugh with him will undo your feeble grip on sanity. 

It’ll kill you, but you’ll do it for her anyway. 

“When and where?” 

— — 

This is a terrible idea. 

The place Gary chose is a total dive, and not the good kind; every surface is covered in a fine layer of grime and ash, ninety percent of the men and women at the bar smoking like chimneys, and the beer you ordered tastes like if someone decided to waft alcohol in the direction of their drink. All of this you could forgive. 

What you can’t forgive is the absence of a proper pool table. 

Every table in the place is falling apart at the seams. There’s maybe two cues per table and some of the nets have holes large enough to send grown men chasing after solid and striped balls alike. 

The worst part? Melissa stands in the center of it all, smiling like none of it bothers her. You know better. Her smile is strained at the edges, her eyes slightly pained. If only she’d say the word, you’d sweep her out of here. She just maintains that strained smile when you walk up to her. 

“Where’s the secret lover I was promised?” Melissa asks. 

You smile, though your heart isn’t in it. It’d taken endless promises to get her to agree, but eventually—

“Sorry I’m late y'all. There’s a guy selling mixtapes outside and I had to hear it before I bought anything. Can’t be too careful, you know?” 

Melissa’s smile melts from her face. Her eyes bore hard into you, dark with emotion. As she looks between you and Ava—who leans against the table next to you, either totally oblivious or uncaring—her jaw tenses. 

Gary chooses that moment to speak, a jovial smile on his face, “Now I did not see this coming! I never would’ve guessed you two would be seeing each other.” 

“Neither did I.” Melissa says. 

You want to disappear into the floor. Despite the fact that Melissa is openly seeing Gary, you feel you’ve done something wrong. 

It doesn’t help that Ava drapes herself against your side. She makes deliberate, intense eye contact with Melissa, and takes a slow sip of a drink you failed to notice. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. You’re grateful for the absence of anything sharp. 

“What can I say, I lucked out. Anyone would be lucky to get a piece of her.” Ava says. Her tone is startlingly sincere. 

You give her a hard look. She just shrugs. 

“No drink for me?” You ask, anything to distract from the way you can’t look at Melissa. 

Ava raises a brow, “If you want something, you just gotta ask.”

“I’d kill for a gin and tonic.” 

“Got it.” 

“I’ve got it, you two sit.” Melissa interjects. 

She extracts herself from Gary and stands at the same time Ava does. On another night, you’d take Melissa's offer as the kind act it is, but tonight it feels strangely like a threat. 

The two are caught in a strange staring contest. You want to reach out and tug Ava down into her seat, but you’re frozen, wondering what the hell is going on.

“I’ll get it.” Ava says.

“She’s my friend.” Melissa crosses her arms over her chest. 

“She’s my date.” 

Melissa’s body tenses at the word. 

You’re too busy watching Ava, trying to decipher where she’s been hiding this acting talent. She had been reluctant to join your ruse and now it seems like she couldn’t be anywhere else. For a moment it feels authentic enough to make your stomach turn.

Gary cuts in before Melissa can back down, “I could use another beer if you’re going towards the bar.” 

“Sure. You got it, Gar.” 

The two walk away in tense silence. Melissa keeps looking at Ava from the corner of her eyes, while the principal pretends she isn’t there. 

It leaves you with Gary and you smile. Trying to pretend there’s no tension is easier with the women across the bar. 

“It’s good to meet you,” He says, friendly enough, “Melissa talks about you enough I feel like I already know you, but I’m glad she got you to come out tonight.” 

“Yeah. It’s good to meet you officially. Besides the occasional run-ins during lunch, I mean.” 

He nods and drinks the last swig of his beer. You take a few seconds to glance through the haze of smoke towards the bar. Melissa leans one arm on it, waiting while the bartender runs around helping out rough-looking men and women. She looks perfectly placed and yet stands out; she’s probably the most beautiful woman to ever set foot in this place. 

Ava’s chatting up a woman at the bar like Melissa isn’t even there. So much for her putting on a good act. 

Even if she’s not looking at Ava directly, you know Melissa’s listening, cataloging everything. You’ll get an earful about having self-respect when choosing partners later. 

“There’s another reason I had her ask you here tonight.” Gary says.

His face is serious. You’ve never seen the man without a smile and it unnerves you. Trying not to let that show, you raise an eyebrow. 

“I wanted to meet the woman Melissa’s in love with.” 

You blanch. 

“Gary, that’s—she’s not—“ 

A hand settles on top of yours and his smile makes an appearance. It’s kind, kinder than you deserve after all the things you’ve thought about him. 

“I knew there were three of us in this relationship when I went out with her the first time. But I’m giving you the chance to make it two again,” He says, “She’s crazy about you and I can see you feel the same way. She’s all yours.” 

You should be overjoyed. Melissa feels the same way about you, you have a shot? Instead, you feel angry. 

“You’re going to give her up just like that?” You snap. 

Gary startles you by laughing. 

“I can’t exactly give up what isn’t mine.” 

“She chose you.” 

“Sometimes people make mistakes.” When you seem unconvinced, he shakes his head, “Melissa’s a good woman, she deserves someone who makes her happy. That just happens to be you and not me. I’m not mad about it.”

You’re reeling. The room feels like it's spinning and you don’t have time to regain your focus before the women return. Ava sets down your gin and tonic with a nod. 

Melissa starts up an animated conversation with Gary, who nods along, adding in his own comments. He keeps glancing over at you when Melissa won’t. The whole thing makes your stomach turn; you have no clue what you’re doing. 

You grab Ava’s hand, flashing a strained smile at the pair, “Excuse us for a moment,” and drag the principal off to the bathrooms. 

 Once you’ve shoved Ava in the ladies room and locked the door behind you, you spin on your heel towards the other woman. 

“I know you want this to bother her, but dragging me into the bathroom for a quickie is a bit much, even by my standards.” Ava says. 

“That’s not what this is.” 

“Right, why else am I here then?” 

“When you and Melissa went to grab drinks, Gary told me Melissa’s in love with me.” 

Ava stares at you. 

“That’s it? I could have told you that months ago.” 

You blink, “What?” 

“Yeah, neither of you are subtle. You practically have it written on your billboard sized forehead.” 

Suddenly self-conscious, you reach a hand up to your forehead, before reminding yourself to focus on the task at hand. Ava knew Melissa returned your feelings the whole time. You wonder who else knows and has let you stew in jealousy for weeks. 

Melissa’s reaction to Ava makes a lot more sense. It’s almost comforting to know that you’re not the only one who has been fighting with jealousy. You feel very, very blind.

“Who else knows?” You ask. Your friend gives you a blank stare, “Seriously? Everyone knows?”

“Yes. Do me a favor though and play dumb a few more weeks? I’ve got good money on this.”

“You bet on me?”

“I bet on Melissa, actually, which is why I need you to keep quiet.”

“Ava, I’m not going to ignore this because you want to win a bet. Come on.” 

Ava rolls her eyes, “Fine, I’ll cut you in on the bet.” 

“Ava!” You glare.

“This could be your chance to support a young, black entrepreneur. It’s hard out here.” 

“Try that on Jacob.” 

She lets out an ugh and throws her hands up. You want to be upset that she’s asking you to keep quiet, to lose more valuable time with Melissa, but you can’t be; even if she did leave you oblivious for weeks. If you’re going to be upset with her, you have to be upset with everyone. 

It comes from a place of letting you make your own decisions; you know that and admire it just a little. But you were oblivious. Melissa seems like she is too, if Gary’s talk told you anything. Would they have let the two of you circle each other the whole time? 

You would be miserable if Gary—Gary, who you’d been unfair towards this whole time—hadn’t spoken up. He’s sacrificing his chances with Melissa so you can have your own. Mentally, you make a note to get the man some kind of ‘thank-you’ gift. 

Ava snaps in front of your face and you jerk back. 

“What are you going to do?” She asks. 

“Uh… talk to her?” 

“Not the energy I was looking for, but good enough. Let’s go.” 

Ava grabs your arm, not unkindly, and drags you to the door. You drag your feet. 

“Now?!” 

She doesn’t even dignify your question with a response. The bathroom door is opened and you’re nudged through it. You walk, but throw a glare over your shoulder, annoyed at her sudden silence. Ava doesn’t acknowledge it. 

Gary is the only one left at the table and you panic, eyes searching the room. The heart in your chest settles when you catch a glimpse of familiar red hair. 

Melissa’s across the bar at one of the more put together pool tables, surrounded by women in a shocking amount of leather. Her eyes are focused right on you. They move briefly to Ava, though she doesn’t seem to find anything damning. The focus of her gaze moves away when one of the other players nudges her and she leans over the table to line up a shot. 

You’re caught for a second in watching her. Her eyes narrow before she settles in to take the shot and when she pulls back the cue, she makes direct eye contact, and sinks a solid ball in one of the pockets. 

Cheers go up from the woman you assume she’s playing with. You don’t bother to look at her. Instead, you make a direct beeline for Melissa; her eyes following you every step of the way. 

“Can I talk to you?” You ask when you reach her. 

You’re well aware of the glances her fellow players are throwing in your direction, but you don’t care. Melissa seems curious, but she gives nothing else away. 

“I’m in the middle of a game, hon.” 

Laying your hand on her arm, “Please, Mel.” 

Like magic, you watch her soften. She nods and hands off her cue to the nearest person without looking. You lead the way outside, wanting away from the noise and smoke for a few minutes, if only to clear your head. 

The silence is too tense for your liking, but neither of you are doing anything to break it. You breathe deeply. You’re at a loss on what to say; how do you tell someone you’re in love with them? 

Instead of anything rational coming from your mouth, you ask, “How do you feel about Gary?” 

Melissa jerks in surprise, “That’s what you pulled me out here for?” 

“He seems to think your feelings, your heart, lie elsewhere,” You barrel forward, hoping it works in your favor, “Namely, with me.” 

Her eyes widen slightly before she schools her expression. It’s all you need to feel more secure in blindly following Gary’s word. 

“I’m not sure where he got that idea.” Melissa says. 

“But you’re not denying it.” 

“Does it matter? You seem to have things pretty easy with Ava.” 

A note of bitterness slips into her voice. You soften, recognizing the underlying jealousy you’d been feeling only this morning. 

“It matters to me,” You say, “because I’m crazy about you, Mel, and I need to know you feel the same way.” 

Melissa doesn’t bother to hide her surprise this time. You smile, but fidget under all of her attention. You want to reveal every thought and feeling to this woman in a way that’s overwhelming. She seems so shocked, you can’t help but want to assure her of how real your feelings are. 

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much,” You admit. It feels odd to say it out loud, “But you make a lot of impossible things feel possible.” 

She looks at you like she’s never seen you before. It’s daunting. 

“You really mean that?” Melissa asks. 

“Wholeheartedly.” 

“And what about Ava?” 

You chuckle, “I bribed her into playing the part. She’s a surprisingly good actress.” 

“Good.” 

Melissa leans forward and kisses you. 

It isn’t the kind of kiss you expect, but it’s the kind you always daydreamed about; the soft, almost hesitant way she claims your lips, while her hands dig into your hips. You’ve never felt so awkward and so pleasant in your life. You have no idea what to do with your hands. 

The other kisses in your life never felt so strange. You wonder how much they really meant to you, if this is what a real, loving kiss feels like; unsure and yet, eager. 

Throwing your nerves out the window, you give in to all of it. You sink into the whirlwind of emotions and wrap yourself around Melissa. Her kiss grows more insistent and you match it, pulling where she pushes, moving with every forceful press of her lips. 

You’re on your last shred of oxygen when she pushes you back. Only an inch of space separates the two of you taking in furious gulps of breath, cheeks flushed pink and wearing matching smiles. It hardly feels real. 

“You’ve been holding out on me.” Melissa says. 

“Hardly. I’d have kissed you in a second if you asked.” You say sincerely. 

“Me? Why would I be the one to ask you?” 

You raise a brow, “Well, you were the one seeing someone else.” 

“I wouldn’t have gone out with him if you said something.” 

A laugh leaves your lips unbidden. Your eyes sparkle when you look up at Melissa, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. You’re not sure you’ll ever be able to answer that question. She’s wonderful and kind and beautiful and all the things you feel you don’t deserve. She’s yours anyway. 

Her eyes shine as she stares back. Wishing you could jump into her mind, you get lost in them. Then you do as she wants and capture her lips in another kiss. It’s shorter than the first and more comfortable, but the feeling of newness still lingers. 

Not for the first time, you wonder how much time you’ve lost being jealous. But you try not to dwell too much; it’s difficult when the most beautiful woman in the world is staring into your eyes. The lost time doesn’t matter when you have it now—when you have her now.