#i need you to pretend to be in love with me so she helps me

[acid-ixx]

if you guys are interested, send in an ask or comment!

will anybody be willing to hear out neglected child reader who was another one of zeus's bastard children. you're out there chasing for your stepmother (hera's attention), whilst zeus just lets you run around without his care, clearly too wrapped up in his affairs. your other siblings aren't as good to you, too, thinking another half-deity isn't worth their time—

so you'd give up, pretty much choosing to bestow the mortal world with your presence instead; because if you can't be loved by your own family, then let yourself be worshipped by passionate mortals instead.

how about romancing telemachus? what if you both learn what it's like navigating through his godly favor with athena, and you with your own powers? what if you have odysseus and penelope be the actual parent-figures you always wanted? their overprotectiveness skyrockets every time you propose to being elsewhere in ithaca, to the point you forget that it's you who has the godly powers to oppose, but how could you when a darker side of them appears every time you allow yourself to be disrespected within their palace?

how about in another place? what are you to many of the great warriors, if not for a forgotten, yet mysterious and whimsical deity? why is your name muttered in all the regions? surely, with just how much you deny your god-like origins, but still manage to capture the hearts of hundreds of suitors, you'd gain quite the infamous name despite your closed-off attitude.

imagine enough attention was garnered on your presence, that that's what was needed for them to finally notice you? but you're not quite the same child who used to pull on their robes, or look at them as brightly as the sun— no, now you deny them of any of your love. your mother, hera, finally sees you and urges you to return to olympus away from the prying eyes of many suitors and back into the domain of safety. she calls you her baby, fuzzing over you even when you openly and spitefully try to rip her hands away from fixing your 'messy' robes. zeus isn't any better, now he calls you sweet names and pretend like he hadn't actively bashed on you for your weakness back when you were begging on his throne for just a sliver of attention? he wants you to sit in between his throne and hera's? you're significantly smaller than him, he's gigantic in nature, and it doesn't help that he treats you like you could be easily squashed by him (which is every damn right possible, and it's intimidating and makes you want to cry).

and there's the issue with the others, too. so many of them used to deny you in favor of focusing on their own domains. now apollo wants to carry you off in one of his chariots to ride off the skies with him while he plays his lyre to you? artemis wants to teach you the way of the hunt under the dark, gloomy skies you used to wish under for a moment of their time? aphrodite used to spitefully shut you out of her own doors, but now she invites you in her room to gossip and play pretend while she coos and braids your hair?

and all the other gods, now wanting to take you away from the underserving - as they say it - mortal realm? that the people who built sculptures of you, who held you more lovingly more than those you grew up with, aren't worthy of your divine presence?

what a joy to be a being looming between the lines of mortal and divine, right?

a/n: this concept is better off and more coherent in my head i swear. now i don't often diverge from my main fandom, but the similarities between this and the yan! batfam is quite hilarious to me that ngl i want to make a crossover of it. and yes, this is me coping with the stress of having to deal with the sudden influx of hate in the yan! dc community, so i'm taking a short break from it to focus on this.

[rosemariiaa]

~Obsessed~

𐙚— pairing: Paige x Azzi

𐙚— rosie’s note: hi hi there! this is one is a little short only because i was struggling with the other fic that was supposed to be posted tonight :( , so spare me i’ll work on that and drop it asap so no worries! but enjoy p being obsessed (per usual), happy reading lovelies 💌

𐙚—link: rosie’s bookshelf

𐙚— themes: fluff, obsession (kinda)

𐙚— taglist: @thaatdigitaldiary @sierrale8ne @imaginespazzi @pbaz7 @bueckersbitch @ldapper @makethemhoesmad

Obsession gets a bad reputation.

People throw the word around like it’s some kind of sickness, like it’s something to be ashamed of. They make it sound desperate, unhealthy, like the person on the other end of it has no control over themselves. Like caring too much, or noticing too much, or wanting too much makes you weak.

People might see obsession as an expression of imbalance or weakness, as though the person experiencing it has lost their sense of self or become consumed in a way that’s unhealthy. It can be painted as a lack of boundaries, as if the person is so fixated that they can no longer think clearly or act rationally.

But I don’t see it that way.

Obsession doesn’t always have to be negative.

The truth is, the line between obsession and love or passion is often blurry. It’s about how you channel it, how you manage it. When you can let yourself feel deeply without losing yourself in it, obsession doesn’t need to be something to be ashamed of. Sometimes, it’s exactly that level of investment that makes things meaningful.

Being obsessed means you see the details—the things no one else notices. It means you care enough to memorize the way someone bites their lip when they’re thinking or the way their laugh changes depending on whether they actually find something funny or if they’re just being polite.

And when it comes to Azzi, yeah, maybe I’m obsessed.

Actually, not maybe. I am.

And I don’t care. I take pride in it.

I take pride in the fact that I can pick her voice out of a crowd before I even see her. That I know the difference between her real smile and the one she gives when she’s just trying to be nice. That I know she has a playlist for every mood, even though she always pretends she’s too busy to mess with that kind of stuff.

There’s something satisfying about knowing her like that—like I’m in on some big secret that no one else has figured out yet.

Take last week, for example. We were sitting on her couch after practice, both exhausted, the TV playing some rom com movie neither of us was paying attention to. Azzi was scrolling through her phone, her face soft in the glow of the screen. I wasn’t even watching the movie anymore. I was watching her. I always do.

The way her brow furrowed a little as she read something. The way she tucked her legs under herself like she was trying to make herself smaller, even though she already takes up so little space. The way she absentmindedly played with the drawstring of her hoodie, a tiny detail that no one else would’ve even noticed.

I couldn’t help it. I had to say something.

“What’re you thinking about?” I asked, my voice cutting through the quiet.

Azzi glanced up at me, her expression unreadable for a moment before she shrugged. “Nothing important.”

But I could tell by the way she said it that it was important—at least to her.

And that’s the thing. I don’t think anyone else would’ve caught that. No one else would’ve seen the way her lips twitched like she was holding back a smile or the way her eyes softened like she was glad someone had asked.

I don’t mind being obsessed with her because it means I get to see her like this. In moments when she’s not “Azzi the stud” or “Azzi the calm and collected one.” When she’s just… Azzi.

And yeah, I’ll admit it: I look at her like she’s the only person in the room. But can you blame me?

She has this way of pulling me in without even trying. Like everything else fades, and it’s just her—her laugh, her smile, the way her curls frame her face by themselves when she’s not paying attention.

If that makes me obsessed, then fine. I’ll own it.

Because I don’t think obsession is a bad thing. Not when it means loving someone like this. Not when it means knowing someone in a way that no one else does.

Not when it’s her.

[burreauxsss]

future mrs.burrow

background : one accidental post turns heads, which leads to y/n and joe coming clean to their relationship status. not without everyone speculating and judging though.

timeline: happens a few days before the nfl honors. so if you see the tweet dates are messed up ignore it.

(all pics off of pinterest. as always pretend some of these are bengals related)

note: wrote majority of this a week ago but the thread tweet and the nfl honors posts/ pictures are from this morning (feb 8th) , thought i'd give myself a break from tongue tied too.

warning: annoying tea page lmao iykyk, not proofread either

joe burrow x black reader smau

duexmoi

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duexmoi: engaged? girlfriend of cincinnati bengals quarterback joe burrow y/n y/ln mysteriously posted a engagement ring and a bouquet of flowers then deleted the post a few seconds later.

y/n is notorious for meeting the quarterback at LSU where she then followed him to cincy in the nfl.

username_1: we all saw it coming.. right?

username_2: happy for her and joe either way.

username_3: he couldve done better.

username_4: i see how she acts around him, its like she puts on a act for that money. sign a prenup joe!!

username_5: that should be me. *load more comments*

y/n_handle

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y/n_handle: bourbon street 🤍

joeyb_9: pretty photo just like the girl behind the camera username_6: we all know about the post.. username_7: are you glad to be back in your hometown? username_8: mrs burrow just come clean rn 😭 im tired of seeing these sick fangirls on my timeline..

username_9: duexmoi just lowkey exposed you *load more comments*

y/n_handle posted a story

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joeyb_9: it's not a good award when you're nominated for it twice, but on a serious note, thank you training staff once again for helping me get back to 100. my family as a emotional support system and lastly my girlfriend for putting up with my tantrums and stupid questions while at home with me. ❤️

y/n_handle: love you so much, you deserve it all 9 🤍.

lahjay_10: well deserved.

lsufootball: louisiana's favorite son.

jjettas2: best qb out there.

bengals: same time, different award next season? *load more comments*

y/n_handle

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y/n_handle: so proud of my baby 🥹, a year ago nobody not even me or joe even knew if he would return as the same or better than ever. but he defied all odds and some. thank you god for year 5 and onto year 6.

joeyb_9: so pretty ❤️ *hearted by author* username_10: wheres the ring??

username_11: i see the ring on her finger.

username_12: are yall dumb.. thats a ring shes had since LSU.

username_13: hottest couple at the event.

username_14: the way joe looked at her in those red carpet pictures though.. and the hand placement??? username_15: he actually needs to put a wedding ring on it, shes a keeper. *load more comments*

duexmoi

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duexmoi: could this engagement be a publicity stunt between y/n y/ln and joe burrow? a recap: a few days before the nfl honors y/n posted a engagement ring but quickly took it down and replaced it with a post about her day in new orleans. many are calling it a publicity stunt with even the rumors of her posting it because of ladies in his dms 👀.

the ring, a cartier ring with a customized diamond going up to $32,000.

username_16: if she confirms it before the news dies down everyone wont be as mad.

username_17: we all LOVE y/n so much as a wag

username_18: sign the prenup joe..

username_19: off topic, the ring is so pretty.

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caption: favorite fit this season from week 17 at broncos 🤍 also revealing something soon.

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joeyb_9: future mr and mrs burrow

*comments off* y/n_handle

📍new orleans la

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y/n_handle: how lucky are we 🧡 joeyb_9: i love you (future) mrs burrow

lahjay_10: joe finally found someone who can put up with his bs forever!! (so I don't have to anymore)

joeyb_9: lahjay_10 keep that same energy, you arent getting the ball anytime next season

bengals: queen of cincinnati 🐅

username_20: i knew it!!!

username_21: that ring thoughhh

username_22: that should be me 💔 *load more comments*

note: almost my birthday month but do we like it or no??

[jiminomenon]

model! karina cheers assistant! reader up

pairing: model! karina x assistant! female reader

word count: 1k+

summary: y/n was having an absolutely miserable morning, and everyone��including jimin—felt the effects of her foul mood. snapping at people left and right, she wanted nothing more than to be left alone, but of course, jimin had other plans. unwilling to deal with a sulky assistant all day, the spoiled model took it upon herself to fix y/n’s mood—whether she wanted her to or not.

from my series: the devil wears prada

y/n knew it was going to be a bad day the moment she woke up. her alarm didn’t go off, meaning she had to rush through her morning routine. her coffee machine—her lifeline—refused to work. then, as if the universe was out to get her, she stepped outside only to be met with pouring rain and no umbrella. by the time she arrived at jimin’s penthouse, drenched, exhausted, and running purely on frustration, she was already dangerously close to losing her patience.

“you’re late,” jimin commented, lounging on the couch with a cup of steaming coffee in her perfectly manicured hands. she didn’t even need coffee that morning; she just liked the aesthetic of holding it.

y/n shot her a sharp glare as she squeezed water out of her sleeves. “gee, thanks for the observation, sherlock.”

jimin raised an eyebrow at the attitude but didn’t say anything. yet.

the day only got worse from there. y/n had back-to-back calls, urgent emails, and a schedule to fix because someone (cough jimin cough) decided she didn’t feel like attending a certain shoot last minute. every little inconvenience grated on her nerves, and soon, she found herself snapping at anyone who so much as looked at her the wrong way.

even the model herself.

“ugh, can you stop hovering?” y/n snapped when jimin followed her into the kitchen, watching her struggle to open a stubborn bottle of water.

jimin, who usually had a snarky comeback for everything, simply tilted her head. “you’re in a bad mood.”

“no shit.”

instead of getting annoyed like usual, jimin just hummed. “hmm. i don’t like this.”

y/n scoffed. “well, i don’t like today, but here we are.”

jimin didn’t leave her alone after that. in fact, she made it her mission to pester y/n. during meetings, she’d text her ridiculous things like ‘what if i got bangs? do u think i’d look hotter?’ or ‘i saw a dog today. it was ugly. reminded me of you.’ ‘go get princess that new limited edition cat dress from givenchy’

when that didn’t work, she started physically annoying her—poking her arm, pulling on the sleeve of her blazer, even stealing her pen when she was trying to write something down.

“jimin, i swear to god—”

“oh, look at that. you’re saying my name now instead of ‘ms. yu.’ progress!” jimin smirked.

y/n groaned, rubbing her temples. “what do you want?”

“you, but less grumpy.”

“not happening.”

jimin gasped dramatically. “so mean. what happened to my lovely assistant?”

“she’s dead. may she rest in peace.”

but of course, jimin never knew how to give up. later in the afternoon, she disappeared for a while, only to return holding—of all things—y/n’s favorite pastry from that overpriced bakery she always talked about.

y/n blinked. “where did you get that?”

“doesn’t matter.” jimin placed it in front of her. “eat it.”

y/n frowned. “why are you being nice?”

jimin rolled her eyes. “i’m always nice.”

y/n snorted. “you’re never nice.”

“and yet, here i am, doing charity work by cheering up my grumpy little assistant.”

y/n stared at her, then at the pastry, then back at her. ugh. she hated to admit it, but… it was kind of sweet. with a sigh, she finally took a bite.

jimin watched her expectantly. “better?”

y/n chewed, pretending to think. “eh. a little.”

jimin smirked. “knew it.”

y/n shook her head but couldn’t fight the small smile forming on her lips. maybe today wasn’t completely terrible. as much as y/n hated to admit it, jimin’s efforts were helping. just a little. but she wasn’t about to give the bratty model that satisfaction so easily.

jimin, however, was relentless.

“so,” jimin started as she plopped down onto the couch beside y/n, far too close for comfort. “what else do i have to do to make you stop sulking? want me to book you a vacation? buy you a new car? oh, wait—maybe you want me to drive you around in said car. imagine that, ms. assistant, getting chauffeured by me.”

y/n shot her a deadpan look. “why do you sound like a rich old man trying to solve his problems with money?”

jimin gasped, pressing a hand to her chest in fake offense. “how dare you? i am far from an old man.”

“you have the attitude of one.”

jimin narrowed her eyes. “you really are in a mood today.”

y/n sighed and leaned back, rubbing her temples. “look, i appreciate whatever you’re trying to do, but i just… i need some space, okay?”

jimin frowned. she didn’t like that answer. not one bit. y/n was hers to annoy, to pester, to keep close—space was not part of their arrangement. but instead of voicing her complaints, she stayed quiet for a moment, thinking.

then, out of nowhere, she got up and disappeared into the other room. y/n didn’t think much of it at first—jimin was unpredictable like that. but a few minutes later, she returned with something in her hands.

a blanket.

before y/n could ask, jimin tossed it over her, making sure it covered her entire body.

“…what are you doing?” y/n mumbled from under the fabric.

“i’m tucking you in. obviously.”

“tucking me in? i’m not a child.”

jimin scoffed. “well, you’re acting like one.”

y/n huffed, but she was too exhausted to argue. the weight of the blanket was warm and oddly comforting. she peered up at jimin, who was looking down at her with an unreadable expression.

“…why are you being nice?” y/n finally asked.

jimin crossed her arms. “you’re annoying when you’re in a bad mood. and if this is what it takes to make you stop being annoying, then fine. i’ll allow it.”

y/n gave her a look. “wow. you really suck at being genuine.”

“and yet, here i am, taking care of your grumpy ass,” jimin quipped back.

y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the tiny smile tugging at her lips. she sighed, finally letting the tension melt from her shoulders. maybe jimin’s ways were unconventional, but at the end of the day, she did make her feel better.

“thanks, i guess,” y/n muttered, barely audible.

jimin smirked. “huh? what was that?”

y/n groaned, pulling the blanket over her face. “don’t push it, yu.”

but the way jimin’s smirk softened into something almost fond did not go unnoticed.

“just rest for now, m’kay? be in a better mood when you wake up.”

[blackdykegirlblogger]

a/n: i hated the last set of vi hcs i did so this is me redeeming myself. whores, i introduce to you chakaverse!vi

sfw:

♡ has piercings up the wazoo. gages, eyebrow, septum, belly button, snake bites, tongue, nipples....she'd even be down to get her clit bebazzled but ONLY if you match with her.

♡ i think vi with glasses is pretty neat, so i'm adding it. she hates wearing them, insists on either grabbing some contacts or going outside blind as a bat, but she looks so damn handsome with them on.

♡ pretends not to give af about school only to turn around and major in smth lwk smart like health science and get straight Bs in all her classes. smh what a poser.

♡ has a ring on almost every finger (including your promise ring) and feels so naked without them. her nails are bitten to little stubs and are usually coated in very chipped black nail polish.

♡ yes, she's walking, talking pussy bait. you have to beat bitches off with a stick because it's butch season and the hoes are STARVING!

♡ is great at flirting with literally everyone but the actual object of her affection. when it comes to you, it's like all her charisma just drains out of her, and she's left awe-struck and amazed by the fact that you're even talking to her.

♡ isn't built like an ox (abby) but also isn't twinkishly small (ellie). she's right in the middle of the two, with some very noticeable muscles without looking like she's off to fight in a war.

♡ lives in wife beaters and baggy cargos and the same pair of combat boots that she's had since the 8th fucking grade. she lwk looks like she doesn't shower but surprise, surprise, she smells like pinecones and dove.

♡ is the captain of the wrestling team and for good reason. she is lethal on the mat, slamming dudes on their necks left and right and twisting them into 8 different types of pretzels (and not in the fun way). the other schools are scared of your university's wrestling team because of her and her alone.

♡ but despite all of this she's literally like....the biggest teddy bear on planet earth. the type to help old ladies across the street even if it takes 5 extra minutes out of her day, the type to loan her phone if someone needs to make a call and theirs is dead, your every day good samaritan.

♡ very vesitle when it comes to spooning. big spoon, little spoon, she doesn't give a damn. as long as she's cuddled up with you she's content.

♡ she alternates between black and pink hair pretty frequently, but she always sports her messy mullet/undercut combo. her hair is bleached beyond saving, split ends galore, and her bangs are very much-self trimmed. if you care about the hair on your head do NOT let her near it (said with love)

nsfw:

♡ abby, ellie, sevika, ambessa, it doesn't matter you know why? she outmunches them ALL. she lives for it. suckling your puffy clit between her swollen lips, lapping every drop of cum out your abused cunt with her tongue, getting her cheeks and lips and nose absolutely drenched in nothing but you. she would spend the rest of her days down there if it was socially acceptable to die with your tongue in girlfriend's pussy.

♡ "she's a bottom bitch!" "no, she's a hard dom!" guys, guys....she's a switch. plain and simple, simple and plain.

♡ is she bottom leaning? is she top leaning? who knows? all that matters is she enjoys taking the pipe just as much as she enjoys laying it. my opinions of her preference have definitely changed over time. at first, i thought she was a stone top, then i figured she was a pillow princess, then i thought she was a bottom leaning switch who wasn't a fan of topping. but i've evolved and so have my hcs for her.

♡ loves receiving, don't get me wrong, but giving is always her first and foremost priority. her love languages are acts of service and physical touch, and what better way to combine the two than in bed?

♡ the strap is a solid 7 ½ inches with a decent girth and is hot pink ^_^. she knows how to sling it too!

♡ adores it when you're on top of her and just riding away. you'll grab her jaw, forcing her to make eye contact as she feebly bucks her hips into yours (even though you're clearly the one setting the pace). it's definitely a workout, and your thighs are oh so sore the next day, but it's worth it to see the way the poor thing has to fight to keep her eyes open as the harness slams on her clit repeatedly. she's gripping onto your hips for dear life, fighting off her orgasm the best she can because you need to cum first and she doesn't want to be selfish. but you just make it so difficult for her (spoiler: she cums first).

♡ now she wasn't 100% a virgin when she first met you. she's fooled around with a couple of girls, maybe gave a little head here and a little fingering there. but she wasn't by any means experienced. or at least not in the way you were. so when she finally found her way into your bed, you had to show her exactly how you wanted to be pleasured, forcing her to sit allll the way on the edge of the bed as you shuffled closer to the headboard, legs spread and 2 of your fingers curling so deep that your squelches could be heard in the other room. don't worry, she's a very fast learner.

♡ cream machine ™. it's slippery and slimy and white as snow, oozing out like she just spilled a glass of milk on her lap. whether she's strapping you or you have shoved against the nearest wall, fingers stuffing her full, it always drips down the expanse of her thighs.

♡ her eyes cross when she cums. her o face in general is sooooo adorable, all red faced and puffy cheeked as she squeals. but her eyes? they point in two entirely different directions, her brain so haywired with pleasure that her vision's out of whack.

♡ her nipples might as well be two more clits with how sensitive they are. they were already....responsive prior to her getting metal shoved inside them. but now? jesus, she can (and has. and will continue to) creaming her boxers just by you gently pulling them between your lips, tracing the grove with your tongue as you whine your hips against hers.

♡: what she likes being called when you fuck can range from "daddy" to "good boy" to "princess" to "angel". her sense of gender binary is utterly fucked (period!) and just goes with whatever her fuzzy head likes at whatever given moment.

♡: if you're not already an athlete or at least someone who frequents the gym....i pray for you. you should pray for yourself as well, because this bitch has the stamina of a horse on coke. if y'all start fucking at 11 she won't be ready for a break until 1. that break only lasts for 7 minutes before she proceeds to fuck you until 4. one more break, and she has another 45 minutes worth of gas in the tank before she's ready to tap out (#girlmath). and even THEN, she'll hop out of bed with a spring in her step and a twinkle in her eye while you're laid out on the mattress wondering who tf you are and rethinking all of your life decisions. tread carefully.

[bestalbertcamuslover]

Bad at Cooking

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Her eyes kept drifting between the recipe on her phone and the stove in front of her. She narrowed them so much, confused by the dissonance between the picture and what was before her, that anyone watching might have thought she needed glasses.

“Are you sure the pesto is supposed to look like that?” Toto teased, his head resting on her shoulder. His back was slightly slouched to accommodate their height difference, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist.

“Trust the process, okay?” she implored, her tone a mix of frustration and humor.

“Sure,” he chuckled, glancing at the recipe on her phone. He couldn’t help but laugh at how different it looked from the pictures on the website.

She turned just enough to shoot him a sharp look for his muffled giggle.

“Okay, okay, sorry. I’m sure it’ll taste delicious,” he grinned, his apologetic expression tinged with mockery.

She hummed in approval of his words and turned her attention back to the task of cooking.

Toto pressed a light kiss to her temple, his embrace tightening just a little. “You know, we could have just ordered in.”

She scoffed, stirring the sauce with what she hoped looked like confidence. “And miss out on the joy of making something from scratch? Absolutely not.”

“Joy,” he questioned. “Is that what this is?”

“Yes,” she said firmly. “Character-building, patience-testing joy.”

He chuckled, resting his chin on her shoulder again. “You’re very cute when you’re trying to pretend you know what you’re doing.”

She sighed dramatically but couldn’t fight the smile creeping onto her lips. “You could be more supportive, you know.”

“I am supportive,” he countered. “I’m here, providing moral support and—” he reached for a spoon, dipping it into the sauce before she could stop him, “—quality control.”

She gasped, swatting at his hand. “Toto! It’s not ready!”

He smirked as he licked the spoon. The second the taste hit his tongue, his expression faltered—just slightly—but she caught it.

Her eyes narrowed. “Well?”

Toto hesitated, his diplomacy instincts kicking in at full force. “It’s... unique.”

She groaned. “Oh, come on!”

He swallowed, looking at her with nothing but adoration. “I love you,” he said quickly.

She huffed, crossing her arms. “You’re just saying that so you don’t have to tell me my cooking is terrible.”

“I’d never say that,” he assured her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “But I would gently suggest that some people are born to cook… and others are born to, well—”

“Order takeout?” she finished for him, deadpan.

He grinned. “Exactly. And you, mein liebe, are very good at ordering takeout.”

She tried to glare at him, but when he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead, she found herself laughing instead. 

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✯ authors note: English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3

[will80sbyers]

Obviously, part of his story is that Will needs to accept himself and be proud of being different, but the thing they focus on the most in his story is how deep, selfless, and beautiful his love for Mike is, and how sad he feels when he thinks he's losing Mike. The idea of losing Mike hurts him too much, and even the thought of just having to let go is painful. He says that if that had to happen, he wanted it to be like ripping off a bandaid, but the monologue was supposed to be that bandaid being ripped off, and it simply didn't work. He's still in love with him, and this will be addressed next season with the painting situation ✨

One of the things that makes me sure of Byler is that it's already clear to all of the viewers that absolutely no one in his family or friend group will hate Will for being gay. There's no doubt that Mike would accept him platonically because we have S1 where Mike beats up that kid for being homophobic to Will, and just knowing Mike's character he wouldn't be the type to be homophobic to his best friend, he would not give a fuck about that, ESPECIALLY if he was meant to be straight... so basically there is not really a decent story to tell there and Mike loving him too is the best story they can tell, the most surprising and happy and the most satisfying writing-wise

A story where Will confesses and is proud of himself but then gets immediately rejected by Mike is just such an ugly and underwhelming story to write, and it wouldn't make much sense to make so many explicit parallels to other love stories for byler and then focus this much on how beautiful Will's love for Mike is too if that didn't pay off at the end

This storyline would also help Mike's character arc, separating it from his fears around losing El to focus on a self discovery journey in general, we would see Mike gain more confidence in himself as a leader because of the type of love that Will has for him where he explicitly calls him the heart and inspiration of all of them!!!

Will's love for Mike gave him confidence VS. what we have seen happens to Mike when he's in a relationship with El... Eleven having superpowers and constantly choosing to leave him behind makes him feel like he's useless, he feels like he's not even Lois Lane in their dynamic now and her gaining independence growing up and not really needing him to be okay emotionally makes him feel insecure in himself... to the point he has resorted to pretending to be someone cooler than who he really is ( in s3 dismissing his love for D&D/games that are considered childish and in S4 arriving dressed as a "cool" surfer guy ) for the fear of her not wanting him anymore in her life in any way, clearly there's something not working out between them, love is not supposed to make you feel like that about yourself and it should be a natural and automatic thing that's coming directly from El resolving this problem, certainly not a 3rd person using his own feelings to fix their relationship.

This storyline would also tell a story of growth for both El and Mike at the same time, one where they let go of their first relationship that was based more on circumstance and fear of losing the other as a familiar person than actual intentional choices, and then they can show how you can still stay friends after.

I know this is the arc Melvins want for Will, but I believe it will be the other way around instead because... again, they focused too much on his love, making it too strong in the story to dismiss, and instead they showed how El was happy even without a relationship with Mike multiple times during the past seasons - they focused a lot on the relationships with her family and friends for her, it has always been what she needed the most and what she truly wanted 🌈

[tayswife]

— written mine on my upper thigh

☆ glinda upland x elphaba thropp

☆ summary: glinda writes elphaba love notes while bored in class. it starts out innocent, until it becomes something that has elphaba squirming in her seat.

☆ warning: a whole lotta smut

☆ a/n: first time posting smut be nice im shyyy

"glinda, pay attention," elphaba whispered with a stern yet caring tone.

glinda sighed and pouted like an impatient child. "you don't care about my letter."

elphaba turned her head to the sad blonde that was really only faking her sadness to get elphaba to fold.

"glinda-"

"i wrote something really nice."

though out the entire class, glinda had been writing letters to her girlfriend beside her, simply because she was bored and wanting her attention.

elphaba sighed. she gave in quite quickly and opened the note. there were some doodles of hearts and such and then a tiny little paragraph written in cursive about how much she's loves her elphie and how pretty she thought she was.

elphaba would be sure to reciprocate it later but glinda was well aware that during class, her girlfriend was much so locked into the lesson.

glinda knew elphaba wasn't going to open another letter that she threw her way, so this time she wrote it on a bright pink sticky note in big bold letters reading, i need you so bad elphie.

glinda was a woman that said what she wanted straight up and got it. she was a spoiled girl and wasn't shy to say what's on her mind.

elphaba looked down and almost choked on her own dry mouth. the professor looked over at the witch and questioned her, "is there a problem, miss elphaba?" he asked seriously.

"no. sorry, dr dillamond."

the goat continued on with his lesson and elphie gave her girlfriend a serious look that told her she better stop or the consequences wouldn't be very lovely. glinda tried to suppress her laugh behind her hand as everything went down.

but she didn't stop there.

glinda let some minutes go by before she picked up her glittery pink pen and started writing again.

"i was aching for you all morning. thinking about your long fingers inside of me."

elphaba's breath hitched at this particular one and glinda just smirked at her. though, to glinda's dismay, elphie still ignored it. she'd give glinda all the attention she wanted later tonight but right now she had to focus.

however, it began to become hard for elphaba to pay attention to her professors words when there was a throbbing sensation just where glinda was trying to spark it.

as if glinda could read her mind, she placed her hand on elphaba's thigh, making the witch twitch at her touch.

"glinda..."

"shh, pay attention elphie," the blonde whispered, smirking at her with a mischievous glint in her eyes. she was up to no good.

elphaba listened. she payed attention. or at least, she pretended to so no wandering eyes would suspect anything. seconds passed by, glinda's hand slid further, and further, up elphaba's thigh until her fingers, ever so lightly, brushed against her center under her dress.

elphaba jumped out of her seat. everyone, including dr dillamond, looked at her with confused faces, only making her look more like an outcast and a freak than they already made her feel. she needed to play it up, to make an excuse for her sudden burst.

"dr dillamond, glinda's not feeling well. may i help her to the nurse?"

at her name being spoken, glinda stood right up, trying to force down her laugh as to not blow cover. "yes,” glinda said hoarsely and then fake coughed, "very very sick."

neither of them knew if anyone believed them, but their professor excused them for the day. frankly, he was probably just sick of dealing with their antics.

glinda skips down the hallway towards her and elphaba’s dorm with a bright smile on her face that would make anyone who saw her believe that she had just won the lottery or something of the sort. elphie speedily walked in suit behind her, trying her hardest to look mad at the blonde girl. she wasn’t great at acting like that anymore though.

“glinda,” elphaba said and the blonde finally stopped and turned towards her once they made it to their dorm. she put her back up against their door, leaning all her body weight against it, still looking as happy as a clam. “you’re ridiculous.”

“mhm kiss me,” glinda demanded, but didn’t give her a chance because she grabbed elphie by her shirt, pulling her closer and began to make out with her.

elphaba let herself get swept away, feeling drunk on the sweet flavor of glinda’s lips. she pulled away when clarity rushed back to her head. “not in the hallway for everyone to see.”

glinda rolled her eyes, “let them see,” glinda says carelessly. then she puts her mouth near elphaba’s ear and whispers, “let them see how horny you make me.”

elphaba nearly chokes as her throat suddenly feels dry. her face feels flushed and burning. she grabs glinda’s hand, moves her out of the ways and then pulls her into their dorm once she gets the door open.

there’s no time to spare. it feels like there’s some clock ticking down the time for both girls to get a release. elphaba’s the one to pull her into a kiss this time. they both move backwards as their lips combine into one.

glinda’s the one to start unzipping elphaba’s dress and then the green witch follows in suit to glinda. they pull away for a moment and let their dresses fall to the ground, leaving them both in a bra and panties.

they connect again. everything’s so hastily. and somewhere in between, they fall onto the bed. elphaba’s first and then glinda’s right on top of her, straddling her girlfriend.

“i need you to touch me. somewhere. anywhere,” glinda says needily, making direct eye contact with elphaba as she unclasp her own bra. she reveals her perky breast’s in her girlfriends face, implying that she needs to do something to her.

glinda leans back down to kiss the green lips and elphaba reached her hand up glinda’s body to squeeze her boobs, her thumb brushing over her rosy erect nipple which releases of string of moans out of glinda’s mouth.

“i can’t wait long,” glinda says, but her words seem to only come out as a mere whisper, loosing the power in her voice with each second that she isn’t getting off on elphie.

instead of elphaba assuring her that she’d get right to it, she, instead, puts her fingertips at the waistband of glinda’s baby pink colored panties and drags them down her legs. glinda lifts each leg up and shrugs them off until she’s completely bare above her girlfriend.

“can you be good for me now,” elphaba asks, now that she has glinda exactly where they both wanted her.

“you’ll have to find out,” glinda teasingly says with her typical playfulness and then grabs elphaba’s hand and guides it down to her center, making direct eye contact with her girlfriend as her hand presses against her most sensitive part.

“you’re so wet,” elphaba points out. “all for me.”

“all for you,” glinda confirms, breathlessly, “i’ve been like this all morning thinking about you.”

“then we shouldn’t make you wait much longer, should we?” right as she says it, she shoves two fingers between glinda’s wet folds and immediately gets to work by rubbing her swollen clit.

glinda nearly chokes on her on saliva at the sudden unexpected feeling of pleasure. her hand grabs onto elphaba’s toned arm, digging her fingernails into green skin, yet not hard enough to hurt her girl. if she did, elphaba didn’t even notice it because she was too focused on making her girlfriend feel good.

“i need you inside of me, elphie,” glinda says, needing even more than what she was getting.

“spoiled girl,” just then, elphaba slowly slides two slender fingers into her lover. glinda gasps and her head collapses onto elphaba’s neck. and it’s something not even elphaba nor glinda could deny; that blonde witch is completely spoiled 24/7 by everyone but not as much as she is when she’s getting fucked by elphaba.

glinda starts riding her fingers, grinding her hips back and forth. elphaba feels her entire body start to burn when she does this. someone must’ve just thrown a bucket of water on her, she thinks, because it couldn’t be possible for someone to make her burn like this.

“elphie,” glinda whimpers, feeling tears prick at her eyes after waiting so long for this sensation.

“i know,” elphaba coos. she takes her free hand and lightly scratched glinda’s back with it, making the blonde witch almost be sent over the edge.

glinda was extremely touchy with elphaba at all times and so whenever they were making love, glinda needed elphaba to be having some type of external contact with her whether that be hand holding, back scratching, or just running her fingers through her hair.

elphaba moved her thumb so she was simultaneously rubbing glinda’s clit while her two of her fingers pumped in and out of her.

“elphie, i’m so close,” she cried out, words muffled into elphaba’s neck.

“what do you need?” elphaba gently asked, despite how playful they both were just moments ago.

“my neck,” glinda said, “kiss it please.” she sounded so desperate as if elphie wouldn’t have done it. but she did. and her soft lips against her sensitive flesh was enough to finally push glinda over the edge.

“elphie!” glinda cried, louder than a boom of thunder. her body twitched and jerked harder onto elphaba’s hand.

“i’ve got you,” elphaba said in between kisses.

glinda rode her high, her eyes rolling back and she thought she saw oz for a moment. her body eventually stilled when the feeling of pleasure had washed away. her body laid lifeless on top of her girlfriend. her body burning hot and her chest rapidly moving up and down.

“are you okay, my sweet?” elphaba asked like always, even with the knowledge that her girl just needed to recover for a moment.

“mhm” glinda nodded against her neck.

they laid there for a few moments, one of elphaba’s hands scratching glinda’s back and the other still inside of her hence her being too sensitive to remove it just yet.

“you’re so pretty,” elphaba whispers to her girl, drawing a heart on glinda’s bare back with the tip of her nail. she kisses her pink-tinted cheek and it makes glinda blush and smile into her. elphaba can’t see her face, but she can feel her lips turn upwards against her neck, causing her to shiver. “can i take my fingers out, are you alright?”

“yes,” glinda says, and lets her eyes flutter shut as her girlfriend, very slowly, slides her fingers out, careful not to hurt her girl. elphaba then wipes her fingers against the sheets that they’re going to have to wash after anyways.

glinda, still not being finished with their activities, starts kissing elphaba’s neck in order to wordlessly let her know of that. elphie quickly catches on and lets out a content sigh at the feeling of buttery soft lips doing their work against her neck.

elphaba then grabs glinda by the waist and gently flips her over so glinda’s on the bottom now. glinda looks up at her with a soft smile and big lusty eyes. elphaba slithers down her body and leaves a couple of kisses on glinda’s tummy leading down to her core.

“mm your lips are so soft,” glinda says. she always says it but especially now; they feel like a soft melody against her throbbing skin. “i wanna feel them on me.”

“on where?” elphaba knows exactly where but she wants to push glinda just like she pushed elphie in class.

“elphie,” glinda whined in a displeased way.

“tell me where.” the witch raised an eyebrow at her, green eyes locked on her needy girlfriends face.

“elphaba thropp,” she sighed, but quickly realized she wasn’t going to get her way this time without using her words. “i need to feel your lips around my clit elphie, please. need it so bad.”

elphaba truly loved how, even after orgasming, glinda was still so needy for her. she never thought anyone would look at her in this light. let alone the pretty, blonde, popular girl.

finally, elphaba got to work. she started out by kissing glinda’s inner thighs that were slick with her own juices. taking her time on each one as to make glinda feel as loved as possible, and also as a way to work her up.

“i love you,” elphie says before going towards the main attraction.

glinda says it right back effortlessly and then elphaba reaches up and holds glinda’s hand.

elphie started off by sliding her tongue through glinda’s slit a couple of times to lap up her previous orgasms remnants, getting the girl to moan and twitch even more than when she used her fingers. it soon turned into elphaba’s lips wrapped around her clit and her tongue making circular movements around it.

it didn’t take much for glinda to be nearing her climax on the second round. “elphie i’m close,” she whimpered, her legs closing around elphaba’s head. elphie pried her legs back open with her hand that wasn’t holding onto glinda’s.

elphaba looked up at glinda from between her legs, seeing her eyes tightly screwed shut and her face turning a shade of red.

“you’ve got to breathe,” elphaba stops for her moment to say. something glinda always forgot to do when elphaba fucks her like this.

“i can’t,” she said, breathlessly, yearning to feels those lips between her legs again.

“yes you can. focus on breathing, in and out, or you’ll never get there.”

when glinda finally took a breath, elphaba attached her lips to glinda’s clit again, sucking harder than the last time which nearly erupted a scream in glinda. she was thanking Oz that people were hardly in the dormitory during the middle of the day.

more strings of moans and whimpers passed glinda’s lips. her release had hit her quite faster than the first time. her eyes rolled back and her toes curled. every muscle in her body contracted and then released until she was laying there panting.

elphaba came back up so she was face to face with her girlfriend. her lips were wet and puffy and glinda couldn’t help but grab her neck and pull her down into a kiss. glinda moaned, tasting herself on elphaba’s lips.

“you taste so sweet,” elphie said and then kissed her once more, “that’s all you.”

“mm, i wanna taste you now,” she whispered with a little smile, because those words were only for her elphie and she couldn’t risk wandering ears to hear it.

with elphaba still hovering on top of her, glinda’s hand slid down her toned green tummy and past the waistband of her black panties. after all the teasing she did in class, the least she could do was get right to the main course instead of making her girlfriend wait much longer.

glinda’s fingertips were suddenly on elphaba’s throbbing clit, and it happened so fast that elphie’s body jerked forward when she felt it. she let out a gasp, causing glinda to smirk at her. she loves getting her to be a complete mess under her own doing. she loves seeing elphaba finally let go.

“glinda,” she whispers with pleasure laced through her words. she’s typically much quieter than glinda who would scream if she were given the chance.

“mhm. say it louder,” glinda pushes her and presses harder and faster against her clit. she can feel a pulsing against her fingertips. a flower waiting to bloom. a volcano awaiting its eruption. “i wanna hear you scream my name.”

the faster glinda goes, the louder elphaba’s voice gets. she gulped down the knot in her throat as she neared her edge, “fuck glinda! soclose”

glinda smirked and removed her fingers, not remembering the last time she’s heard elphaba curse. the more she thinks of it, she has never heard her use that word.

“not yet,” she says and elphie wants to go and quarrel with her but glinda speaks again before her, “i want you to sit on my face.”

elphaba’s eyes widen when glinda suggests the position they have yet to try. the way she says it makes her ache for her further.

“i don’t want to suffocate you.”

“elphaba thropp, take these off,” she says, referring to the panties that’s glinda is tugging at, “and sit. on. my. face. if that’s the way i go out then i don’t want it any other way,” glinda says with a sudden sternness.

elphaba’s lower belly pools with heat. she can feel herself getting wetter by the second. her words are lost somewhere in her throat. she nods, submitting to the blonde girl in a way she never thought she would just weeks ago.

glinda smiles when she gets her way, pulling the black piece of cotton down toned green legs until they’re somewhere across the room with the rest of their clothing.

glinda lays completely flat, tapping elphaba’s thigh with her pointer finger as a signal to get on her face. elphie crawls closer until her thighs are on either side of glinda’s head.

she hovers over her face and all the blonde witch wants to do is pull her down on top of her. as much as elphaba wants to do this, glinda can sense her hesitation.

“it’s okay,” glinda says sweetly, her demeanor completely changed, “how about i tap your leg if im not okay down here?” she says to ease her anxieties, knowing she won’t ever have to even do that.

elphaba nods, feeling much better about it. glinda grabs elphaba’s hips and pulls her down until her vulva is directly on her mouth. glinda slides her warm wet tongue inside of her and elphaba’s head collapses onto the headboard at the pleasurable sensation.

elphaba lets out quiet whines of ecstasy as glinda continues her ministration’s of her tongue. the blonde witch lightly holds onto elphie’s hips as she thrusts them back in forth to imitate the way her tongue moves.

“feels really good,” elphaba mumbles.

glinda then dips her tongue inside elphie’s wet heat once again, getting her to let out a moan that comes from deep within her throat.

“i’m close.”

glinda speeds it up, impatient to feel and taste her girl’s release in her mouth. elphie’s legs start shaking and closing in on glinda’s head, yet she still doesn’t tap elphaba’s thigh to signal suffocation. she loves the feeling on being smothered by elphaba’s heat.

glinda presses her tongue against elphaba’s clit one last time and that is what unexpectedly brings her to her climax.

“oh my—” elphaba fails to finish what she was saying, being completely taking over by the feeling of complete pleasure.

when she catches her breath, she lifts one of her legs up to give glinda some air and lays down beside her.

“told you i’d be fine,” glinda says and taps her freckles green nose. elphaba giggles at her cuteness. “more than fine. did you like that?”

“yeah, actually, i did,” she answers honestly.

glinda smiles, 90% because she was happy she made her girl feel good, and the other 10% because it was another i told you so moment.

glinda yawned and cuddled closer to her girlfriend. elphaba wrapped her arms around glinda’s body and the blonde girl gently kissed elphaba’s chest before resting her head there.

“i’m so sleepy,” glinda mumbles.

“it’s 2pm, glinda.”

“mm,” she mumbles and says something that is entirely incoherent.

elphaba looks down and realizes that her girlfriend is completely asleep in her arms. so much for the rest of the classes they had that afternoon.

though maybe, just this once, her studies didn’t matter much to her.

[starlightsreigns]

sorry | a lemonade story

summary ⇢ mellie wants to pretend like she doesn't care anymore, but life has another curveball to send her way and it might put her on her ass for good. word count ⇢ 2.1k tag ⇢ minors, do not interact. explicit language. tw: loss and emotional distress | four ; apathy “I don’t give a fuck, chucking my deuces up”

He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry)

Evening sunlight streams through the house. On the couch, I stare lazily at the TV screen, not sure what I’m watching, but I need the distraction. If I sit in silence, all the thoughts come rushing back to me and it makes me sick. Actually, everything makes me sick nowadays. It just feels neverending. 

For the past two weeks, I’ve holed myself in the house while being sick and exhausted. 

Roman hasn’t gone a day without sending me an apologetic text or sending random gifts through delivery. All I want is to be left alone without the thought of him. Yet, locking myself in a house that is a museum of the past love and current pain doesn’t seem to be working. 

I look down at my phone, at a new text message he’s sent and sigh. 

   Roman: I miss you every day, Mellie, can I please just see you once? 

Before I can respond, my stomach swirls in pain. I cover my mouth to hold in the vomit that’s coming up so I can run to the bathroom. My knees hit the ground and I let out the contents of my stomach. I sit there for a while and hold my warm forehead. 

The stress of all of this is getting to me and I’m not sure how I can move forward. After a moment, I flush the toilet and slowly stand up. My reflection in the mirror makes me glance away. That person in the mirror is unrecognizable to me. She’s a shell of the person I once knew and love. 

suck on my balls, pause, i’ve had enough

Leaving the house is reserved for groceries and getting mail. After eating everything available, I had to go to the grocery store. I want to stay as hidden as possible in my all-black outfit. The quicker I can shop, the quicker I can get back home.

As I stand in the checkout line, I make a mental note to suck it up and start ordering my groceries to be delivered for the time being. Being outside and seeing happy faces is killing me on the inside. 

I push my cart out to my car, practically throw the bags into the truck, and then turn to return the cart. While I shuffle back, my eyes fall on a familiar face. She’s across the lot, closing a car door. J. I don’t know her name, but her face is painted in my head. 

My feet start towards her before my brain can stop and think. I don’t know what I’m going to say, but something needs to come from this. 

“Excuse me,” I call out. “Do you know me?” 

She eyes me for a moment then gulps, “Excuse me?” 

My eyes bore into hers, “I said, do you know who the fuck I am?” 

“Yeah, I know who you are.” She says softly. 

“What’s your name?” 

Putting a name to the face won’t make this better, but I can’t help it. I need to understand why this is happening to me. 

“Jackie,” She rolls her shoulders back. “Listen—”

“No, you knew he was married and you still slept with him?” 

Jackie looks away. I move over to meet her eyes again. 

“I could slap the shit outta you, you’re a horrible fucking person.” I spit at her. “I hope you get your karma, 'cause I would never wish for you to find the love of your life and he cheats on you with a piece of shit, insecure ass woman.” 

“Listen, I didn’t mean for any of this—”

Before she can finish her sentence, my hand connects with her cheek. I step back in shock and then shake my head. 

“Fuck both of you, don’t talk down to me. You knew what the fuck you were doing, you’re the worst kind of woman.” 

Jackie doesn’t say anything else. After a second, I turn and walk back to my car. Fighting her does nothing for me, but I can say that some of me feel 1% better. 

I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up

“Mellie, sweetie, this isn’t healthy anymore.” Alyssa sits beside me. 

After showing up announced, Alyssa practically pushed herself into the house. Her worry for me and my headspace finally made her disregard my constant messages saying that I was okay. She had to come to see for herself, and of course, I’ve been lying to her about how I’ve been coping with everything. 

“It’s crazy, because I’m at this spot where I can go on with my day-to-day, but I’m scared that if I leave this house I’ll see him.”

Alyssa hums, “Fuck it, let him see you and it’ll remind him that he lost the greatest fucking bitch on planet Earth.” She smiles. 

That makes me crack the first smile I’ve had in a long time. 

There’s another reason I’ve avoided Alyssa. Yes, I don’t want her to see my disheveled state, but I don’t want to admit to myself the one thing that I know deep down in my heart: I’m pregnant. 

I’ve known for a month now, but saying it aloud with my marriage being destroyed just doesn’t feel right. I can’t celebrate this when I feel a void inside. And, I know if I tell Alyssa then I’ll have to tell Roman, and that’s the last thing I want to do right now – I feel like I’d cave and forgive him for the sake of this baby and that won’t make any of the pain I feel better. 

“I love you, Aly, and I appreciate it, but I just need more time to sit in this and actually feel it.”

Alyssa searches my eyes for a moment then lets out a breath, “Okay, but I will come check on you before work in the morning from now on.” 

A smile forms on my face again, “I’ll have your breakfast ready. 

With a laugh, Alyssa nudges my shoulder. 

Guilt fills me at the fact that I haven’t told my best friend the news. I have to tell her, but I can’t anticipate her reaction. 

He only want me when I'm not there, he better call Becky with the good hair

Falling asleep on the couch has become the norm for me. Sleeping in the bed I shared with Roman isn’t something I’ve willed myself to do yet. The bed still smells like him, no matter how many times I wash the sheets. The entire house smells just like him.

The doorbell wakes me. I look around at the darkness in the house and stumble up. My eyes finally adjust in the darkness and I make my to the door. Through the peephole, I can see Roman pacing. 

“What do you want, Roman?” I sigh when I open the door. “It’s late.” 

Roman stuffs his hands into his pockets, “I just want to see you, Mel, I’m sorry.” 

My eyes shift away, “Roman, just go be with that girl and let me live.” 

“I don’t wanna be with her, Mellie, I love you and I wanna fix this.” 

It’s as if my words aren’t registering with him. 

“I need you to understand me, Roman, coming here and bothering me doesn’t make me want to talk this through with you.” My breathing slows to keep me calm. “If anything, it might make me hate you more. So please, just let me be.”

Roman looks down at the ground. A moment of weakness overtakes me. 

“I still love you, unfortunately, I can’t just get rid of those feelings, but I need you to go.” 

When he meets my eyes, Roman nods slowly and turns to leave. He looks over his shoulder one last time and says: 

“I love you, Melody.” 

He disappears in the darkness. I stare out a little longer then shut the door. Seeing him feels like it set me back. It puts me right back at the beginning of all the hurt. I wish I could skip and get to the point where it feels like nothing. By all means, I have to stay away from him to gain my sanity. 

Me and my baby, we gon’ be alright

Bacon sizzles in the frying pan as I stare ahead mindlessly. For the past few weeks, Alyssa and I started a routine — every morning, she comes over for breakfast where she can check on me then after work, she comes over for dinner and a movie. There hasn’t been a single day in three weeks where we’ve deviated. 

“Honey, I’m home,” Alyssa calls out from the front door. 

“In the kitchen, Aly.”

Alyssa sets her stuff on the kitchen table and comes to hug me. She shoos me away from the stove and moves the bacon over to the plates that had the rest of our breakfast. 

“How you feelin’, Mells?” 

I snort softly as I sit down, “I’ve had better years, of course, but–” 

My words stop at a pain. Alyssa looks at me worried. I stand up, lean against the table, and take a deep breath. My grip tightens on the edge of the table at the cramps and I can hear a gasp pass Alyssa’s mouth. 

“Melody, you’re bleeding.” Alyssa comes up beside me.

Realization floods my body, I stand up straight and try to keep my emotions at bay, but of course, my life had to get worse after everything that has happened. Alyssa watches me closely and places a hand on my shoulder. 

“I’m having…” I take a deep breath and meet Alyssa’s eyes. “I think I’m having a miscarriage.” 

Alyssa’s mouth hangs open in shock, “Oh my God, Mells, c’mon we need to go to the hospital.” 

Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes

I’m not sure what else life can take from me. 

My blood pressure made the doctors keep me overnight. In the silence of the hospital room, I’ve had the chance to think about everything that’s led me here. I want to blame Roman for all of this, for this additional pain that I’m experiencing, but the only thing on my heart is wanting him here so he can hold me. 

But, I had to beg Alyssa to keep this a secret from him and my parents. I need to deal with this without him and I need more time before I talk to my parents.

The door to my room opens slowly and Alyssa peeks her head in. 

“Hey Mells, please don’t be mad at me.” Her soft voice makes me sit up slowly. “Someone needs to be here with you.” 

The door opens more and when I see Naomi, I can’t help but cry into my hands. She immediately runs over and wraps her arms around me. Naomi pulls me into her chest and holds me tightly as the sobs I’ve hidden all day break like a dam. 

“It’s okay, Mellie, let it out.” She soothes. “I’ve got you, girl.”

For what feels like an hour, we stay like that. Naomi doesn’t push me to say anything, even when I finally stop crying and she takes a seat on the recliner next to the bed. All she does is hold onto my hand. 

“Thank you for coming, Aly has work.” 

Naomi shakes her head, “I’m always here for you, Mellie, why didn’t you call me?” 

“It’s embarrassing, that’s why, how can I admit any of this to anyone?” I sigh. “He’s the twins’ cousin and I just… I just didn’t want to admit that I failed.”

She squeezes my hand tightly, “First of all, you haven’t failed at anything. Mel, he failed you, and I don’t care if he was my brother, I’ll always stick up for you.” 

I left a note in the hallway, by the time you read it, I'll be far away

Staying in this house will only cause more pain. 

To find a way out of this pain, I need to leave. 

  Melody: Roman, can you come over here? 

It’s not what anyone would think. I can’t live here anymore, so Roman doesn’t have to live in a hotel. This will always be our home, no matter how I feel right now, and I wish I could stomach it.

At the kitchen table, I write on a piece of paper. My eyes glance at my suitcases by the door. 

“roman, i don’t know if there will be redemption, but i need space and being here doesn’t give me the space that i need. this house is filled with you and memories i can’t deal with right now. you don’t have to stay at the hotel anymore. i’m safe and i’ll be with my parents. x melody”

The only thing I can do from here is heal and I don’t know how long that will take.

“So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head.

Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead.

Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.

Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.”

Hope you all enjoyed this part! (def not my favorite)

'Daddy Lessons' is next and im so excited, it's my top two on the whole album! see you then x

[ruruumin]

15 - underlying meaning

today was a warm and sunny day. the clouds were out of sight and the sun was beating down on your skin. it felt a little too perfect. you sat on the outside tables in front of magnolia, sipping on your drink while you and collei waited for nilou and aether to return with snacks. she was wearing a pretty, white lace sundress and birch-wood cardigan over it. cute and simple, the best way to describe collei and her radiant smile. 

she raises her hand towards you, speaking to you through sign language. 'has been a long time. you and aether have been busy.'

you wave her off with your hand, a sigh coming out of your throat. “yeah, i’m sorry about that. i’ve just been caught up with so much stuff that i’ve been losing track of time. i’ve been showing up to class later than i’d like, and on some days i just end up skipping entirely.”

she gives you a reassuring smile. 'i’m not disappointed. last week i've been finishing my lab. but that sounds bad. wanna talk?'

you stare down at your drink, pondering if its worth telling collei the truth. how would she react to your interaction with alhaitham? hey my ex-boyfriend who broke up with me over text, suddenly shows up at the same cafe as aether's date. and he proposed that we work together so they can get together. god, when you say it like that, it's awful.

you lock your jaw. she’s never met him, only heard about him in passing through aether and nilou. maybe she’d give you an unbiased point of view. you know aether has a strong disliking for the silver-haired man. nilou had classes with him before, thought he was just quiet, until she heard about what he did to you. collei could give you the most unbiased opinion out of everyone.

and despite this rationality, you aren’t sure. you don’t want to worry the rest of your friends. you don’t want to bring up your love life anymore than you did in the past. you still remember the night aether called you, the way your voice cracked and trembled as you sobbed uncontrollably, and how nilou and collei stood on the sidelines, unsure of what to do. they gave you the space you needed. you just don’t know if you want to go through that heartache again. let alone put your friends through it.

your thoughts were cut short when nilou approaches the table, smiling and waving to collei. “when is the last time we met up like this?” she asks, crunching on the crisp exterior of her taiyaki. the custard filling was warm and sweet. and she was thankful to have had the day off today because she couldn’t take eating another dessert filled with extra sugary strawberry fillings. 

both of them sat down at the table and you were quick to grab your snack. aether sat beside you while collei and nilou stayed close. 

“it must be tough having to help a certain someone with his suspiciously good love life.” her eyes trailed over to aether, who was absentmindedly sipping from his straw. he was pretending to daydream in a middle of a conversation.

“are you talking to me?” he replies, jokingly rubbing the inside of his ear with his pinky. “wow isn’t this matcha the best thing ever? so good, i can’t believe i didn’t try this sooner, (name) you should totally order this instead of your jasmine milk tea 75% sugar and less ice.”

“okay, you did not have to say my entire order out loud,” you roll your eyes. your reply causes him to pinch your thigh, a yelp coming out of your mouth before you slap his hand. 

“you’re such an ass!”

collei smiles, 'aether needs help, no? two months ago, he almost dated ayaka. he's been through many relationships. what makes kaveh so different?'

aether places his head down on the cool, glass table, mumbling, “well hes the only person i didnt have to help or save, so it just feels different having someone like you without you doing shit for them… or whatever.” 

“she can’t read your lips if you put your head down,” you say, pinching his ear, “i can’t quite hear you, want to speak up big boy?”

he straightens out his back, looking at you with a twitch in his eye, he speaks slower so collei could pick up on his words. “he’s the only person i didn’t help. so it feels different having someone care about you without them being in debt to you. it’s just… different.”

“besides, we should be questioning you instead. you should be the embarrassed one. if i saw my ex out in the wild i would have punched him square in the face. don’t tell me you got too swept up in his pretty looks to say anything rude?”

“oh yeah? how come you didn’t do it when you saw scaramouche? that guy treated you like shit when you first met and then he cozied up to you on my couch! my couch!”

“well he’s a changed man, if anything, i fixed him!”

“i don’t think having sex on my couch counts as therapy!”

“we did not have sex, only heavy make outs. and look whos talking, remember when you were in the backseat of my car with albedo?” 

nilou lets out a long, exhausted sigh. she forgot that everytime they go out together, she should expect a bit of bickering between you and aether. and while it may annoy or confuse other people outside of your group, she and collei know how charming it can be sometimes. she hasn’t seen a pair so close before. you and aether have some sort of freakish telepathic connection that lets you know what’s wrong with each other (if only this extended to arguments, the world would be at peace).

“don’t think i didn’t hear those face-sucking noises of yours! shame! shame on you!”

you gasp, “how dare you slutshame me!” 

“fuck you i hope when you order your jasmine milk tea 75% sugar with less ice they give you more ice and more sugar!” 

“now that’s going too far!”

collei taps on the glass table with her nail, knocking you and aether out of your petty banter. 'stop fighting, especially not in public. kaveh might see!' aether looked back at you before letting out a huff. you both roll your eyes while murmuring apologies under your throats, knowing well on the car ride back it’ll continue. the effort was enough to make collei clap in glee though.

so what happened between kaveh and aether? it sounds like it went well but i need the inside scoop.

“nothing really, i don’t think you missed much collei,” returning back to the topic at hand, you stir your drink with a straw. “they had their first ‘date’ at nilou’s cafe. they probably talked about how boring aether’s outfit was because he wasn’t wearing that yellow sweater vest. things were going well until…” 

nilou nudges your elbow, “he showed up.”

'he? you mean...' collei looks up at you with concern laced in her eyes, 'he did what?'

“more like said,” aether interrupts. “did he apologize about what he did to you last year? or should i be the one to beat his ass for you?”

'no fighting!' collei waves.

“look, he didn’t say anything, really.” you force a smile. “we just talked about school. caught up a little bit and that was it. besides, as much as i want him to apologize to me, i know that won’t happen. he’s not that type of person.”

“i don’t know (name)...” nilou presses her lips in a thin line.

collei pats your hand, giving you the same warm look she always had in her eyes. 'everything will be okay. we are here, if you need. don't worry.'

aether, on the other hand, doesn’t seem quite as convinced. his eyes were laser focused on the crinkling of your nose and the distant expression you had. he’s known you long enough to tell that the absent stirring was a sign there was something more. he doesn’t want to put you on the spot with collei and nilou, but he can’t help it. he feels as if there is something on between you and alhaitham that he doesn’t know about.

and the thought makes his stomach drop. 

you continue with the conversation as normal, laughing about how aether needs your help out of everyone for love. you talk about how disappointed you were not being able to see him dress up more. nilou is still chewing on the tail of her taiyaki while collei nods to your story.

aether is biting the inside of his cheek, listening as a good friend would. he needs to stay focus on the conversation. he shouldn’t think too hard about it. if you said it was just school, then it should be left like that. there is nothing going on between you and alhaitham.

and if there was… what would he do?

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[s0m3b0dy2u]

"but roman..."

"why didnt you script youre immune to hate" / "why did you literally script haters into your dr???"

three words: because it's funny.

I scripted that hate doesn't bother me, and that i think it's funny. also, im very petty and i cant do dumb shit just to spite the haters if there are no haters. i did script that my friends dont get any/get very little hate. for example, people only think good things about theo because he literally posts the most gorgeous photographs, shes amazing at their job, and hes just the kindest person to literally everyone they meet. nico has haters in the way any loud and obnoxious youtuber will but theyre very few and far between and he also finds them funny, but in a slightly different way then i do. felix's legitimate work is amazing, and theres so little room for criticism to begin with, and most of his shitty takes are on tumblr, so hes safe. venus gets the same kind of hate anyone that makes the kind of music she does will, also largely angry christians like i have in my hatebase. she, of course, is the best at handling hate out of any of us. shes absolutely brutal. shes also the first to clap back if any of her friends get any hate to begin with. of course, she has the largest fanbase out of all of us so... yk how that goes, im sure. she also like... thrives off of drama.

also, i've litterally written whole critical articles about myself, if anyone wants to read them

Blasphemy Disguised as Art: The Dangerous Message of Empire’s 666

Style Over Substance? The Fall of Rome’s Theatrics

etc.

the first one is my favorite (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

lets talk about 666

the only reason the ep (or even me in general) blew up as hard as it did is because of christian supremacists.

!! i dont hate christians or christianity, and i do not intend to mock the religion itself !! 666 is about my own personal struggles with religion !! also, the christians im talking about here are the kind that hardly live like christians--the ones that dont live and lead with kindness, but instead anger, and the kind that would condemn you to hell if they saw you walking down the street holding hands with someone of the same sex because "its a sin." the bible says we, as humans, are in no right to judge one another, etc. etc. etc. the reason i didnt script people like this out in this dr is because theyve greatly helped shape the person i am today--for better or for worse. (i feel the need to mention, now, i did script out homophobia, transphobia, and other forms of discrimination) !!

these people, maybe they saw the album cover, read the lyrics, or even just read the album and song titles, whatever it was they got so pissed. most of them havent seen anything else about me, and just jumped to the "hes encouraging devil worship" "he thinks hes better than God" etc etc etc. this lead more and more people to seeing my stuff and so... yeah

also the people that are like "EMPIREs too theatric" "romes too dramatic" like... no shit?? thats my whole thing?? idk what to tell you. my fans eat it tf uppppp too.

the people that are like "mmm maybe try making happy music now?? :/" piss me off tho like no???? my whole thing is doom and gloom. i am death incarnate, im fuckin--IM A VAMPIRE OK IM SUPPOSED TO BE VAMPIRIC ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა /silly

also theres nothing funnier than tiktok comments like "you need jesus" and "go read the bible" pllssss what????? (╥﹏╥) lmaoooo

and like keep hating, all youre doing is making me more famous??? idk like....

i also love ironic haters

like yes, lets pretend we hate each others guts while were sitting in a cozy lil cafe tg

lets say we hate each others music and then drop a collab not even a week later

૮꒰˶> ᴗ <˶꒱ა

uhhhh rant over

if youre still here, how was your day/morning? remember to take care of yourselves, drink some water, eat something--even if it's just a little bit--and take a break if you need to. i love you all <3 have a nice day/night

[moeblob]

So does he, Gallagher.

[fluffytheocelot]

honestly homophobic of netflix to remove the interactive with the julethief canon events in it

AND ON THE DAY CARMEN ESCAPES VILE NO LESS 😒

rip To Steal or Not To Steal. you had the entire fandom in a chokehold over that ending <3

[hplonesomeart]

Hey. Sorry about the inactivity, but pretty sure no one cared that much anyways lol. Been a looooong time since I kept that distant from Tumblr…at least now I know I’m able to survive without checking posts every day/being chronically online! I’ve got an intense love-hate relationship with this lifestyle I’ve dug myself into. Think I’m getting a little bit better with the balance even if school isn’t really giving me an option. Got a load of work I need to keep catching up on if I don’t want to disappoint my professors. We’ll survive somehow. Here take a quick batch of Puzzle doodles k bye

[anglerflsh]

wow ive been kind of off lately I should take a day to rest an[explosion]

[justablah56]

hi can you be insane about Glenn at me pls. i'm rotating him in my brain

eem I'm definitely late to answering this but hey I can always be insane about Glenn <3 anyways do you ever think about how much Glenn *needs* things to stay the same . that the second anything changes he just acts like it hasn't and if he doesn't bring it up no one else will and it'll all be fine and nothing has to be different and so he'll be ok right . when Morgan dies he keeps wearing his wedding ring and he keeps all her clothes in the closet . but there are no pictures of *her* in the house . or at least not many . because that's to close to actually bringing up the fact that she's gone, that there aren't any recent photos. he says she's still his wife, even though she's dead, and has been for *so long*, because otherwise he'd have to accept that she's dead and that things have changed. there's a million other things I could pick out about Glenn and his resistance to change but I like Morgan so I'm gonna just talk about her <3 thinking about Glenn getting with Jodies Morgan post s1 . at the end of season 1 he says he knows that's not his Morgan, and maybe in the back of his mind he knows that. maybe for a little while he can pretend that she's not Morgan, and he has his Morgan, and he can leave this other Morgan alone and continue living with the ghost of his wife he's lived along with for so long. but she's *right there*. and she is a constant reminder that he *doesn't* have his Morgan. and she's so similar to her though, and maybe she could *become* his Morgan, then things will be back to normal and he really will still have her and his family can be right again. and so often he forgets that this new Morgan wasn't always his. most of the time he can pretend that his Morgan is back. but then he references the first time Morgan caught him wearing her clothes, and she doesn't remember. because she didn't. and Glenn is forced for just a moment to remember that things are different. Morgan is different. he goes quiet for a long while before he can shake the feeling and again relax into this little lie hes built around his life in order for things to stay the same.

anyways yeah I think about Glenn and Morgan a perfectly normal amount as you can see .