#idk how old romeo is

[sumarmz]

"Omg Romeo and Juliet is literally the greatest love story of all time"

It's about two dumbass kids getting married after meeting twice then killing themselves after meeting 4 times (one of which being their wedding). How is that romantic.

[bixels]

I'm not getting into The Giving Tree discourse...

[themintman]

My opinions on some ships and characters 😼😼😼

Ill explain some stuff in the tags if yall are curious hehe ALSO IN THE REBLOGS. TUMBLR SILENCED ME 😔💔

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[danieyells]

Since i will probably never make the taiga ask blog that exists in my imagination and even if i did this headcanon would never come up

The fact that Taiga cheerfully laughs at what he claims is Romeo cheating on him just tells me

Ah yes

Taiga is a cuck

Yeah he and Romeo haven't fucked since the day he became Captain like eight months ago but he's not mad because the idea of Romeo fucking other people is so hot. Why wouldn't it be? Romeo's gorgeous. Yeah Romeo looks best under him, but why would Romeo be any less pretty than usual under anybody else? He's not the jealous type, the idea of Romeo happy and having a good time makes him happy.

(Comically, Romeo is not slutting around like Taiga thinks he is--yeah now and then he fucks someone else but it's not anywhere near as much as Taiga acts like it is. And he knows Taiga has no problem with him fucking around anyway, not that they're explicitly still together even if it were a problem then--)

[uncomfortablepiratecollection]

My hot take is that season 4 of the umbrella academy was good actually

[lemonlinelights]

^Rappaccini's Daughter about 100 pages

^a very old man with enormous wings five pages

Rime of the ancient mariner ^ it's a very long poem BUT

Here's Gandalf reading it^

^Fucked up poem I like called "Out,out" it's less than a page long

^the yellow wallpaper ten pages

The lottery ^ seven pages

No Exit^ a play about people being each others hell

[coryndoll]

what would you do for love?

exboyfriend!rafe cameron x obsessed!exgirlfriend!reader

— in which y/n spirals into a possessive obsession over her ex-boyfriend rafe. she quietly pulls the strings from the shadows, creating accidents, bribing others, and doing whatever it takes to maintain control—believing she is the only one truly capable of loving him.

warnings: y/n acting like a subtle joe goldberg asf😭, drinking, smoking, y/n missing rafe

authors note: potential series??? THIS COULD BE ITS PROLOGUE. idk much about sofias background so i cant write out a full length “dive” on her like joe would in you, but ill do what i can!! im not abandoning “waking up to you” though, just trying to figure out ideas for how to play out the rest of the week ‘til the end LMFAOOO

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you’re rummaging through your drawers, tossing clothes to the side in a desperate search for something that feels right. it’s one of those nights—some random party you’re not really excited for but can’t help going to because, well, everyone’s going. the young adults of the island, at least.

another night of sloppy, underage drinking, messy hookups, and pointless fights breaking out over nothing, the kind of chaos that seems to thrive in a place like this. you don’t even know whose party it is, but that hardly matters.

you’ve already pulled out a pile of tops, but none of them feel like the one. too tight, too loose, too boring, not the vibe. they’re scattered across your bed now as you dig deeper, hoping that the perfect top is somehow hiding at the very bottom. and that’s when your fingers brush against something familiar, soft yet slightly worn—his hoodie.

you freeze for a second, your hand gripping the fabric, and a wave of something bittersweet washes over you. you didn’t even remember it was still there, shoved in the farthest corner of the drawer like you were trying to forget about it. but now it’s right in front of you, and just holding it feels like opening an old wound.

it’s rafe’s hoodie. as in your ex-boyfriend’s hoodie. the one he never asked for after you broke up. it’s stupid, probably, keeping it like this, but a part of you always thought that meant something.

back then, you’d convinced yourself that him not asking for it back was a sign. like he was telling you, in some unspoken way, that it wasn’t really over. that he still wanted you to hold on, just for a little longer. you’d held onto that hope longer than you should’ve.

because now, things are different. you’ve seen him around the island, his arm draped around another girl, a pogue, of all people. the whole thing feels like a bad joke, doesn’t it? rafe cameron, the toxic kook from figure eight, running around with some girl from the cut.

you wonder what her deal is. maybe she’s living out some kind of romeo and juliet fantasy. is that it, rafe? is that what you’ve become—her tragic love story? maybe she’s the kind of girl who romanticizes the idea of being with someone she isn’t supposed to, thinking she’s special because she got him.

the thought makes you frown, a bitter taste rising in the back of your throat. she doesn’t even know him like you do. she doesn’t know the way his mind works, doesn’t know what he’s like when the charm fades, when he’s spiraling, when everything he tries to hold together starts to fall apart.

without thinking, you pull the hoodie closer, burying your face in it. his scent still lingers faintly in the fabric—his cologne. that familiar, warm smell that used to make you feel safe, even when things between you were anything but. it’s been a while since you broke up, but the cologne is still there, still clinging to the material like it’s holding on, just like you are.

you wonder if he still wears it. maybe he sprays it on for his new girl now. maybe she pulls his hoodies around herself the way you used to, breathing him in, thinking she’s the only one who gets to do that now. the thought actually makes your chest ache.

you blink a few times, your throat tight, and gently lower the hoodie back down to your lap. i miss you, you think, but the words never make it past your lips. they just hang there, heavy and silent, as you stare down at the hoodie, wishing things had ended differently.

eventually, you pull the drawer all the way open and spot a shirt hiding beneath where the hoodie had been—it’s perfect for tonight. you pick it up, placing it on the edge of the drawer, but your fingers linger on the hoodie for a moment longer. then, with a quiet sigh, you fold it back up, tucking it away into the corner of the drawer once more. out of sight but never really out of mind.

you shove everything else back in, trying to get rid of the clutter, both in your room and in your head. it’s just another party, another night to pretend everything’s fine. but the hoodie still sits there, waiting, like it always has.

you’re waiting as your friend pours you a drink, eyes drifting over the skatepark around you. the party is in full swing—some are crowded around ramps, a few on their boards showing off, others slouched on graffiti-covered benches, their laughter mixing with the pounding bass.

when your friend hands you the cup, you take it with a nod, cruising through the crowds as you chat. your gaze flicks from group to group—people are either dancing, downing drinks, or getting a little too close in the shadows. you’re only half-focused on the conversation as you weave between the bodies.

you end up hanging by a ramp, watching as a few people race to shotgun their drinks. it’s messy and ridiculous, the kind of thing you can’t help but get pulled into. someone challenges you, and before you know it, you’re joining in. you win—barely—but not without nearly choking yourself in the process, coughing and laughing at the same time. sure, you won, but at what cost? still, it’s funny enough to have you and your friends laughing about it after.

while your friends mess around, you drift away from the noise, leaning back against the railing near the top of the ramp. your phone dangles loosely in your hand, and you’re resting your head on one of your friend’s backs as they chatter on. you don’t really need to be involved in the conversation—it’s comfortable just being there.

you find yourself staring at your phone screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard as you type out a quick message: hey.

it’s to rafe. of course, it is. and you know it’s dumb, you know you shouldn’t send it, but for some reason, everything in you wants to. even though it won’t do anything, even though he’s probably not even thinking about you right now.

you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip, hesitating for a beat longer before closing the app. you’re not gonna send it. you know you wouldn’t have anyway, you were just seeing if you’re drunk enough to go through with it. not this time. maybe another. maybe never. with a sigh, you turn your phone off and shove it into your pocket, trying to push the thought away.

but just then, there’s a commotion at the edge of the park, some people turning to look. a new car’s pulled up, headlights cutting through the dark, and as the doors open, your stomach drops.

yeah, of course, it’s him. rafe steps out, and your eyes lock onto him immediately. he’s got his girl by his side, and the sight alone makes you want to tilt your head back and groan. but instead, you just watch, waiting, seeing what they’ll do.

rafe moves through the crowd easily, that infamous smile on his face, flashing it at anyone who bothers to look. he looks . . . happy, which is great for him, really. it’s nice, or whatever. but as your gaze follows him, watching the way he’s moving with her, there’s a part of you that’s almost relieved. because no matter how content he looks, he doesn’t look happier. not happier than he did when he was with you. and somehow, that’s enough.

“don’t look now,” one of your girl friends mutters as she approaches, her voice low and careful. her back is to the rest of the party, which includes rafe and sofia, not that they’d even glance your way.

“you’re too late,” you say, leaning back against the railing, gripping it with a small smile. normally, you’d be dropping dead right about now, but if you did that, your friend would worry. and really, you’re not bothered. or at least, not too bothered.

“they look good together,” you add casually, waving a hand toward the crowd where rafe and sofia stand. you’re trying to sell it, trying to convince your friend that this is all good with you.

your friend gives you a skeptical look, her brow raised, and you nod, like you’re insisting she believe you. “i’m serious,” you tell her. “they’re perfect for each other.”

she rolls her eyes and glances over her shoulder to check them out herself, hand on her hip as she grimaces. “yeah, she’s perfect if he’s into . . .” she trails off, eyeing sofia's outfit—one of those looks where it’s obvious rafe bought the clothes for her, but none of it quite fits her style. “knock-off country club chic?”

it’s not that funny, but the resemblance is a little accurate. “stop,” you murmur, nudging her. you can’t help the faint smile that pulls at the corner of your lips as you lift your cup, pretending to hide it by taking a sip.

your friend's not wrong, and she catches the smirk you’re trying to hide. “told you,” she teases, a grin spreading across her face as you take the joint from her hand.

inhaling deeply, you let the smoke linger in your lungs before you exhale it in a slow, straight line. as the haze clears, your eyes fix on rafe and sofia, standing together in the middle of the skatepark. your face softens, the humor from earlier fading like something inside you has switched off. no more laughing, no more games.

just them.

just her.

you take sofia in for what she is—pretty. sure, you can give her that. you understand why rafe might’ve been drawn to her at first. she’s the kind of girl who stays close to him, like she’s tethered, like she can’t stand alone unless rafe has to excuse himself. and when he leaves, she fades into the background. disappears.

you watch her now, standing awkwardly off to the side while rafe talks to someone, looking small, unimportant. oh. interesting.

she must like attention. no, not attention, rafe’s attention. she clings to it like it’s the only thing that makes her visible. and yeah, she’s done up nice—dressed in new clothes, no doubt bought with rafe’s money. she cleans up well for a pogue.

but there’s something about the way she fidgets, like her skin doesn’t quite fit right in the fabric. you can tell she’s not used to it, this life. it’s too big for her. she’s nervous, uncomfortable, trying to blend in with the kind of people who were born into this world.

and her smile. you can see it from here, that ‘just to be kind’ smile. practiced, polite. probably something her parents taught her. good for her, really. that’s good.

she works at the pelican yacht club, doesn’t she? you live right by it. the idea that she works so close to your home, that rafe goes by your house just to see her . . . it makes your stomach twist.

she’s short, shorter than most. short hair, short bangs, and so this relationship will be short too.

just a phase. it has to be. or you’ll make it.

whatever it takes.

early tags: @iissza @lotuslovers @obsessionsarenotfortheweak @yootvi @skyslowalking @ariiwritess @beebeerockknot

[elmushterri]

Heyyyy, I love ur au sm! It's really cool, and the thing I'm most curious abt, if u don't mind me asking, is romeo and connor's relationship.

I really wanna know more abt it cause of how many directions this could go. Like, does Connor still care for romeo abit even after he figures out that romeo is manipulating him, or is he just fighting tooth and nail to get away from him at that point??

And I know Romeo's first intention is to just experiment on things to make them "better" but did spending alot of time with Connor not have him form some kind of attachment towards him?

And are there times where they both genuinely enjoy each others presence and where romeo helps him, cuz it would be so interesting to see Connor going through something when their still friends where Connor hates and likes him at the same time in a way. Where he's like weighing out the pro's and con's of being his friend and questioning how bad romeo really is

(That's all, and thank u for reading!🙏)

LOVE THIS. Romeo and Connor probably bonded in the first place cause of some kind of act of kindness or something trauma related?? Maybe young Romeo (like 6-10 years old? I have no concept of child ages) was the one that rescued Connor from being in the pools/the showers they put him in to get him used to water. Probably did it genuinely as well. Romeo CAN be genuine. He was probably lonely as well, not being in school but instead having his mother bring him to the labs.

In the start he probably wasn’t even manipulating Connor consciously, just pressuring him into things like sneaking around the labs and whatnot.

But then Connor made better friends with Amaya and Greg, and Romeo felt threatened so he leaned into “Oh, so you like them better than me?” so Connor would feel guilty.

Romeo probably has times where he goes between, “I miss Connor, I shouldn’t have done all that” and “Screw Connor, he didn’t get it. I don’t need him,”

They probably do care for each other on some level. Like if Romeo got hurt, Connor would go and cradle him dude 😭. ‘Cause at some points in their childhood the friendship was good, and comforted them both.

Here’s a little sketch. Reason Greg’s not there/why the kids are the same age as in present day but in GunnTech outfits is ‘cause this is probably in season 4 or 5 when the other heroes + Gekko are being mind controlled? Idk, Romeo probably pushed Connor out the way to take a hit from something or general self sacrifice science stuff from him. Maybe he took some kind of star/light blast from Newton? Real Catradora vibes.

It’s things like this that make me sort of want to redeem Romeo but I’m still unsure.

[iamnmbr3]

Listen. If tumblr was around back in the 1600s I bet all the tumblerinas would have been going absolutely feral for Shakespeare. We would've had Ye Olde Superwholock but like it would've been idk, Hal, Falstaff, Hamlet, Horatio and Romeo all meeting up and getting into shenanigans.

Tho also, just imagine Ye Olde Discourse on Shakespearean tumblr. It would've been like:

'Macbeth iſ NOT thy sweet babe nor thy little "blorbo" but a regicide and blaſphemer moſt foule'

'Tiſ but fiction! Thou didſt applaud moſt heartily when thou Titania with an aſſ did see. Should we then conclude thou doſt in ſecret practice beſtiality?'

'OP favorſ witchcraft and muſt be burned'

'The purpoſe of the play iſ to condemn conſorting with witcheſ or didſt thou miſſ the word TRAGEDY in 'The TRAGEDY of Macbeth??!?!?'

'Reading comprehension here truly iſ poor as piſſ'

'How dare thou ſay we should piſſ upon the poor?! I'll fight thee here and now!'

[yuri-is-online]

oof that's a really good morally grey pwp idea... if darkwick tells mc her curse cannot be lifted but can be passed on to a child -> the new cure is for her to be impregnated by a ghoul (better chance of whatever makes them ghouls overpowering whatever makes mc cursed), give birth to that child and for darkwick to kill the newborn immediately... but to prevent any of the ghouls from forming a real attachment to the fetus and somehow busting into the delivery room to save it, they can't know who the father is -> cue a multichapter pwp fic (with the exception of rui)...

(sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, please delete if so!!)

( • ̀ω•́ )✧ fufuufufufu no I don't mind this, I lack the technical skills to write it but yes that's a really good pwp idea. Poor Rui this might be enough to make him actually lose it, can you imagine being someone whose main character trait is being a whore, but being denied your godgiven right join the school sanctioned gangbang? They're even encouraging you to hit it raw fuck this stupid baka life he's done. I also like how you excluded Rui but not Zenji because that would make it even worse... the ghost gets to hit it but he doesn't? ED GETS TO HIT IT BUT NOT HIM?!?!?!!!!

I was thinking about smut when I typed that of course but I didn't really spend a lot of time thinking about the plot because I was too busy inventing new ethical questions. Would Taiga want to eat the baby? It is technically part anomaly... he doesn't want to eat Ed or Lyca so I would guess not but still. What about guys like Romeo, Ritsu, or Jin? Would they even agree to participate in something like this given how important children are to rich fussy families would they see making one like this extra wrong? Or would the horny kick in and they not want to allow the chance for MC's baby to be anyone other than theirs? Oh and on Ritsu, I feel like he'd be making a bunch of weird legal arguments trying to justify wanting to get the mc pregnant. He's just repressed, the arguments don't matter, but would he then try to make a bunch of arguments to keep the baby alive? Is there a legal standard of personhood in Japan and do I even want to research that-

Speaking of personhood, Lyca, Ed, and Zenji. I feel like Lyca wouldn't be able to let go of the idea of MC as his mate and that child as his baby. He wants to live with humans and be human, part of that seems to be him wanting a real family so if he was the baby daddy this would just be extra cruel. His instinct and desire is to love and protect, and even if he didn't have that he knows what Darkwick is like. Danger or not he doesn't want them killing you or the baby. Ed probably just wouldn't see what the problem is. Yes, his baby is an abomination from hell part vampire part Kyklos (so little human he doesn't need to mention that). No, he will not be letting Darkwick kill them and yes he will know if the baby is his, he has a sixth sense for these sorts of things. Now now don't cry, he might be an old man but he's not above taking responsibility, Japan was getting boring anyway. He can drop you off in whatever hole he crawled out of to can rest and recover while he watches the baby and shows them man made horrors beyond their comprehension (conspiracy youtube videos). I brought up Zenji just because the image of MC wanting to get dicked down by a ghost and conducting a dark ritual to let him do it. Also idk Zenji feels like another extra tragic because he also is someone who values family so I don't think he would want to see his child die, but also if it could save MC he'd really want to try and help.

Yuri would be very smug about this being a solution, volunteer to help, realize that everyone thinks he wants to fuck the MC, and then pass out from screaming denial and the mental image of her bare neck. I feel like he'd be one of the "worse" choices in Darkwick's mind because he would probably want to keep the baby to experiment on, but be completely unable to see them as anything other than his child and devolve into the same desperate search to cure them as he was on with MC. And he expects child support! He will not be a single father, MC get back here and take some responsibility for your actions!!! Jiro also feels like someone who would volunteer not realizing the method he was volunteering for but unlike Yuri he just rolls with it. He's so unashamed of nudity, yours or his, and what is sex if not nudity with some extra steps-

(My mind more went towards artificial insemination, so Rui wouldn't be excluded from the pool and there was no chance for the ghouls to form an emotional connection to either the MC or their potential baby. Oh I also don't think Darkwick would tell MC or the dad that the kid is going to be killed. They would probably lie about it and act like the child would be fine, just maybe an anomaly they would need to keep an eye on. And then they lie to MC and say the baby was still born but they just keep them in a little padded room and experiment on them their whole life, which just starts the Kyklos cycle anew except this time the monster is sentient and out for blood with intent.)

[angsthology]

“when you said you were seeing someone i was kind of hoping a therapist” — or an alt title: roo sees things others can’t

theres been this uneasy feeling she feels on the back of her neck...

a/n fun fact i was possessed once as a kid. but anyway this came to me when i was reading the gamer episode of vr!!! so thank u noelle. but anyway let me explain this one: where im from the places here are kinda... "spooky" i guess and there are some people who can see otherworldly creatures and idk i just feel like bringing these in cause i thought it would be fun!

warnings; kinda creepy tbh i wrote this and imagined it a couple of times and scared myself (cause ik damn well it can happen to me 😭), this writing is kinda all over the place so uhh sorry

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

alex had initially been unfazed by the girl beside him, having a hard battle against her drooping eyes. he definitely understood where it’s coming from. this meeting was so boring. plus, roo wasn’t a big fan of listening to words that came out of the mouth of men anyway so there’s no surprise there.

it was only then after several more head drops she seemed like she was more awake, her eyes quietly and cautiously scanned the room from every top corner to behind them.

he brushed it off as nothing, probably just gathering reality after her on and off nap.

after that it was smooth sailing and more... listening.

only, he sort of noticed how her eyes barely looked up from her lap but he fully knew that she was awake now. still, he thought, maybe she was just tired still so he didn’t bother bothering her.

when the excruciating life sentence had finally stopped, the entire room stood up and either made their way to each other or simply leave.

alex had a brief conversation with charles who sat on the right row behind him, he then went to speak to his friend that was just one second ago still sat silently beside him only to turn around to find an empty seat.

he then looked around the room to see if she had went to talk to someone only to find her lack of presence in the room.

weird. she always did like to mingle.

again, he shrugged it off, maybe she just went to take a nap elsewhere.

the next time they had a meeting in the same room, the alfa romeo driver had arrived with george russell by her side. they barely said anything and arrived in silence. well, that wasn’t true. the girl had arrived in silence, george was greeting everyone happily.

when they arrived, george occupied himself in a conversation with alex. when he looked to his right he found the spot empty where the woman once stood in. he then looked around to find her already sitting silently besides her teammate.

she had been fine this morning when she met up with george until they were called into the meeting that’s when her energy seemed to have shifted. george simply thought she just dreaded the meeting itself—as per usual, like any other meeting she didn’t like so it seemed pretty normal to the brit.

though, she was uncharacteristically quiet. like, she wasn’t exactly someone with a big dictionary on the daily but she was still as annoying as a twenty-something-year-old could be.

she had kept her head down during the entire duration of the meeting, only ‘listening’ to whatever there was to be said. every once in a while she could be seen looking up cautiously from her lap, though her eyes only seemed to be looking at repetitive spots.

after the meeting was finally over again, she was gone before anyone could reach her.

weird.

another day, another meeting everyone dreaded. seems like that’s all the agenda was the last couple of days.

but no one dreaded it more than the woman in metallic black.

she was currently walking along with zhou (who was now caught up with all the information). she was uncomfortable, she hoped that today she’s gone—that it was gone. she had been keeping her head down to avoid it but over the days she could feel her creeping in closer and closer to her.

roo was so close to entering the room until she felt the hair on her neck stood up in alert and she knew she couldn’t. she was so close to escaping today’s meeting but just her luck.

lando had seen her and she knew it was too late when he had beckoned her over.

she—like she has been the last few days—entered the room cautiously, not looking up to that spot for her own sake.

“hey, man.” the brit greeted, patting her back.

she tried to greet them all back in the same manner but her uneasiness were overpowering her social skills and she couldn’t find the power in herself to say anything coherent.

the rest of the men looked at each other in question giving the other only a shrug. they were about to ask when they were cut off by the meeting starting.

and, surprise surprise, roo had already disappeared again from their side.

she now sat on the far left just next to the opening isle where they could walk through.

the three british men didn’t waste time to occupy look at the other for confirmation and the empty seats beside her. usually that would’ve pulled a reaction from her, a comment along the lines of ‘everybody wants to get with roo’ but when she stayed quiet head down that really piqued their interest.

throughout the entire meeting she was still very quiet which wasn’t something out of the blue but something that was, is the heavy breathing coming out of her mouth. at first it was nothing but the more and more time passes it got heavier and louder. lando, who sat next to her had heard the entire buildup causing him to worry for his fellow driver. he nudged her with his arm to which she flinched at.

“hey, you alr—” before he could finish she was already jumping off her seat and mumbling a small ‘excuse me’ as she sped-walked in front of them, circling her way out of the row and exiting the room.

a moment later, her teammate excuses himself out of the room leaving the three british men to give each other a look.

after they were all dismissed, the three had made it their mission to find the alfa romeo driver(s). everyone knew how random roo’s (behavioral) pattern is, but even they knew that was weird and out of the blue.

but somehow, it was not really a big surprise when they saw her walking along the paddock with fernando, smiling as if nothing had happened.

when she saw them, her smile grew and she waved at them happily as they went and approached her.

“hey, how was the meeting?”

“fine. —are you alright?” lando didn’t bother to hover around the topic.

she shrugged, “yeah, just, things, y’know.”

george furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and quite frankly, taken aback, “what things?” he asks, his tone almost sound accusing.

she sighs, slumping her shoulder a bit, “it’s stupid.” she states.

“if it made you bolt out of the room like that, not really.”

she rolls her eyes, “i kinda… have been seeing a woman.”

they were so taken aback the three furrowed their brows in sync, only making her realize the mistake in her words.

she shook her head as if to refresh her thoughts, “let me rewind—i uh, i can… see spirits.”

still—hell, probably more—confused, their response to her words were tilting their heads like a puppy dog (though george and lando had a sort of shift into a more judgy look).

she clicks her tongue, “every time i look up in that room i see this woman with long hair—hair that covered her entire face down to her chest. and– the first time ‘round i thought that was it and that when i come back the next time she’d be gone. but… i guess it seemed like she got closer every time i come back. and today– today she went to the point where she was near my face and i guess… i guess i was finally feeling her presence getting too close instead of just seeing.”

when she finished talking, the three drivers in front of her stayed silent and she almost regret saying anything. she felt really stupid despite how real it was for her. she turned to whine to nando next to her when one of the three brits finally spoke up.

“that’s awesome!” exclaimed alex.

roo, still standing facing in fernando’s direction, only side-eyed him—judgy and  confused, right on-brand.

“…i was terrified.” she somehow thought she needed to clarify.

“no, yeah, sorry you had to go through that, whatever—you can see ghosts!” alex re-states excitedly.

the older man out of the four of them couldn’t help but be amused by the entire conversation. he put both his hands on each of the girl’s shoulders and laughed lightly, shaking her a little in the process, “good luck, niña.”

“man, i don’t need luck. i need new friends.”

taglist; @treehouse-mouse @disneyprincemuke @yansbolobao @leilanixx @judespoision @vellicora @bborra sorry for this mess 😭😭

[trix1erose]

today in ideas that consumed my entire being (ramblings under the cut)

i’ve been thinking a lot about the hero/villain parallels in both seasons, more specifically in relation to jesse

in season 1 Magnus and Ellegaard are clearly Axel and Olivia, i think Gabriel and Petra are the warriors (esp since you have to choose between them in the beginning), and the Soren&Lukas parallel is admittedly weaker, but they’re both described as arrogant, cowardly, etc. but also amazing builders and leaders. so that leaves Ivor to be Jesse’s sort of parallel- which lends itself to how Jack mentions that Ivor is the founder of the Old Order of the Stone, same way Jesse is the founder of the new one. and… while he does get his redemption… Ivor is the first antagonist presented in the series.

season 2 definitely lends itself more towards Romeo and Petra being each other’s reflection-sort-thing, but i can’t be the only one who sees Romeo, Fred and Xara as a mirror to Jesse, Axel and Olivia. (also, this is based more in headcanon so im REAching here, but Lukas comments a lot on how Jesse can’t seem to leave his old life behind; i personally took that as him (jesse) subconsciously chasing adventure to a reckless extent, which is comparable to how Romeo set up all those unhinged challenges for his friends)

anyway, little art notes for anyone might be interested; i tried to show this in my little drawing with warm colours for the New Order and grey/blue for the underneath, i placed romeo on the side with axel and olivia and ivor on the side with lukas and petra to show the different symbolisms, and the jesse underneath the amulet is the one i normally draw for the during part of the witherstorm arc for like… vulnerable little guy idk. i included reuben in the top because they’re meant to be stark contrasts, the top one is a happy fantasy and the bottom one is a miserable nightmare. also i gave him a scythe because i saw a comment on the kwite vod where he made the diamond hoe as a joke that they headcanon enchanted hoe’s turning into scythes which i thought was super cool.

plus some close ups cause tumblr ✨butchered the quality✨

[madockisser]

is it strange that i want to know what cardan like thinks abt like everything- especially mortal shit. like i want to see what he thinks of different films, music, celebrities, books, or mortal clothing, etc. like idk i just obsess over what he’d think about certain things.

Random faerie lore- specially cardan/ faeries in the mortal world

LOL i hope not because i do that! also thank you for asking this, i was hoping someone should ask something that would allow me to spew my faerie in mortal world knowledge out!

now- honestly cardan and that Alice and wonderland book is what made me fall head over heels for him

i remember seeing it on TikTok years ago, about how Alice and wonderland is a mortal book that mirrors Jude’s life, and that cardan saw Jude in Alice.

and i hadn’t even considered it before, i was young and didn’t gaf abt little details, but look at me now, delving into every little thing abt that series.

since cardan is fae, it’s natural for us to wonder at how he sees the world and Jude.

below are some things i PERSONALLY think he may like or dislike about the mortal world.

i think he’d really enjoy learning the history of human music, i think he would like classical music (seems most likely)

i love to think that he’d get obsessed w how Jude is Latina and want to learn more about that part of human culture. I feel like he’d encourage Jude to do so too, since elfhame is all about HIS culture and whatnot.

he’d probably also like casually reading about human history, cross referencing it with faerie history and stuff, but also having to unlearn any biases both humans and faeries may write in their history books

i don’t think he’d like celebrities much, since he isn’t fond of “fake people” and that’s pretty much every celeb (sorry) BUT i think he would enjoy watching their drama lol, if it were like the early 2000s or even 2010s i feel like he would have fun w that sort of reality show vibe

he’d probably adore human poetry, like the old ones, and he’d probably enjoy older movies too. i can imagine him enjoying Shakespeare (bro would love Romeo and Juliet and compare it to him and Jude) and liking the ballet or marching bands or something random like that (😭)

anyway i just know he LOVES Jude’s mortal underclothes, lowkey he’d probably love the thought that she’s the only one in elfhame wearing them (he’d also probably see them as sorta sexual, only because when i think of faerie underclothes i think of a nightgown and possibly a corset, which doesnt show a ton of skin, whereas a bra and panties are wayyy more revealing)

you didn’t mention food, but there’s a ton of salt in mortal food, but i still think he’d eat it anyway. i guess the way salt works is that it just dulls magics(?) like it won’t physically harm him, but his magic won’t be very strong, like a depressant drug or something (is that a weird comparison 😭) BUT it reminds me of how nevermore is like an enhancer drug, so does that mean nevermore is the opposite of salt? (Literally just spewing nonsense atp)

but he liked dumplings, i think he would like other Asian foods. he’d hate pickles bc of the salt content, and he’d hate chips for the same reason i feel like. he’d probably love a good fruit salad (giggling at this) and trying all the human fruits that they don’t have in elfhame (also desserts)

anyway faeries have to be careful about chemicals, vivienne buys all organic shampoos and body washes, so we can assume she has to be careful with the same. it’s to be noted that her and oakey eat fish sticks and chemically dyed cereal, AND also pain pills? so i guess what they consume doesn’t have to be completely natural?

Add on: in the modern faerie tales, faeries cannot smoke cigarettes or they pretty much die on the spot according to roiben, when Kaye takes a drag her eyes water she she starts choking. ALSO corny in tmft, sprays a faerie in the face w a cleaning spray and bro dies on the spot so…

personally, i think the more checmially foods they eat, the worse they feel, and the lower energy they have. faeries seem to run on the foods they eat like it’s fuel, soo eating human food is probably not too great for them. vivi seems to be doing fine tho(perhaps bc she’s half human AND she grew up eating that stuff? Same w Kaye). Makes sense why oaks a vegan as well in tsh.

anyway imagining cardan in the mortal world is funny but weird, like he totally doesn’t fit lol

what i can remember from htkoelths, he seemed used to the strangeness. like he expected it.

since elfhame seems so small compared to the mortal world, i assume that some faeries are pretty casually human like, in terms of clothing and even behaviors (based on the bomb, kaye, etc)

also a lot of them (the ones not from elfhame or living on the isles) live nearby humans, so they’re pretty used to them I’d say.

It makes sense for the fae to be used to humans, since they’re everywhere. they’re also in elfhame, whether they’re glamoured or no.

anyway, cardan had access to the mortal world, so who knows how often he really went and dropped off slaves, or just went to visit.

balekin probably took him once and was like “damn little bro, look at all this hot garbage! Humans suck so I’m gonna use them to belittle you! haha”

anyway, i refuse to put anything else in my drafts bc im scared my drafts are slowly disappearing (BTW someone sent me a Locke and cardan ask the other day, and IT GOT DELETED after i wrote half of it, so if it was you that sent it, resend it perchance bc i forgot what the question even was)

on that note, thank you for the ask! this was messy and randomly thrown together lol but i liked writing it 🫶 feel free to add on as always!!

[pinkypride]

MCSM LGBT+ Headcanons!

Saw my friend do this so ima do this. I should say tho, im someone who changed my headcanons quite a bit. Im not married to any of them nor am i the type to fight people over them. So any of these could change at any time. Alright lets get into it.

Jesse: f!Jesse and m!Jesse i hc as identical twins but im constantly flipping which one is the trans one. You cant have identical twins of different genders unless one is trans. Both are pan ig, i haven't truely decided.

Lukas: Lukas is bi, but prefers men.

Petra: bi as well but prefers women. I think she's also a demigirl or something. Fem leaning but not full woman. I dont have reasons for most of these headcanons lol

Olivia: lesbiam. Women. Also i hc she's transfem and in universe her voice changing between seasons is her finishing voice training :)

Axel: i stole enden-agolor's aroace hc bc i couldnt think of anything else. It fits him well but its not a hc i thought of ya know?

The Old Order of the Stone: polygamous ig, i honestly havent thought about it much.

Harper: pansexual??? Again, havent really thought about it much.

Aiden: he acts super straight but i hc he's gay and lukas's exe. He refuses to be out of the closet bc he hates everyone (jesse and their friends) and they're all gay so he cant be gay. He has some backwards ass logic about how any of this works. Might not be cis but he genuinely hasnt thought about it.

Xara: she lowkey gives aroace vibes or at least ace.

Romeo: pansexual. Also he isnt cis but idk what he is.

Nell: bisexual.

Emily: lesbian?

Stella: bisexual with a woman preference?

Nurm: functional gay

Jack: disaster gay

Cassie: lesbian, but good luck getting her to trust anyone.

Radar: ace but not aro. I feel like he's biromantic.

The Warden: ok but hear me out... warden gay.

Binta: bisexual.

Hadrian and Mevia: Straight homophobic. I hope the chicken-sized zombies/zombie-sized chickens ate them

Facemeat: idk why but he isnt straight. Idk who he likes but its not women.

Oxblood: asexual. Maybe aromantic too idk.

Usher Reuben: maybe the most obscure on the list but he infects my brain. This guy-

is gay.

Hi! Hope you liked the headcanons! Don't stab me for any of them pls, these are for fun :3 why is every other person green?

[misathinks]

Redacted hcs, Hispanic edition

Angel is OBSESSED with Romeo Santos. He’s been their top artist for years. They couldn’t pick their fav song if you asked but it’d probably be either Bebo or Tuyo.

Sweetheart loves Control. Yk whenever they hear them at a baile they’re UP

Baaabe is from puerto rico. That’s it

Sam can play guitar REALLY well. Knows how to play flamenco, most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. Also taught Darlin how to play it on their electric guitar.

Freelancer makes the best flan. Like completely from scratch. Whenever they host a party they’re forced to make it because nobody will go if it’s not on that table.

Asher is really into old Spanish rock.

Angel and Sweetheart could be professional dancers atp. Name it they know how to do it- bachata? They got it. Merengue? Easy. They teach their partners how, but at least once every pack party they go absolutely crazy dancing tg.

Sweetheart is definitely a god when it comes to huapango and leads Angel when they dance.

I said sweetheart “taught” Milo but… that man is definitely a vaquero. Loves bailes and takes sweetheart for dates. Tbh he’s the reason Sweetheart is so good at huapango

David is a no sabo. I just couldn’t resist. Took Spanish in highschool, barely remembers any of it, Angel makes fun of him whenever they get the chance

After Angel taught him tho, he grew to love bachata.

Gavin is Haitian, but is just as fluent in Spanish as he is in Creole atp. He has a slight accent when he speaks Spanish, immediate turn on for freelancer (me too.)

Baaabe is the best cook. Helps cook for pack parties, makes the best mofongo you’ve ever had. Also brings the Coquito 🤞🏽

Idk why, but Doc is definitely Cuban. Am I projecting? Maybe, but trust me on this one. I just know they’ve seen the craziest shit so finding Hush is probably not the worst thing that’s happened to them.

A bit short but lmk if y’all have other ones!💕

[jeridandridge]

hiii idk if you’re taking request, but if you are, could you do one with melissa schemmenti x reader where mel finds out r is still friends with her ex and mel gets insecure because of her and how much older she is compared to r and her ex and stuff like that. it could be fluff/comfort or smutty, whatever you feel more comfortable with! thank you!

Ok SO I put two requests together and this is what happened. I hope you dig it! 💜

Realizations

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with me? We can kick ass at bar trivia together!” You ask your girlfriend again just to make sure.

“Nah that’s okay, hon. I’m gonna get some reading done, you have fun with your friends.” She smiles looking up from her phone.

You and Melissa had been dating for almost a year and found a perfect balance between your life together and still having separate friends, something you hadn’t experienced before in other relationships. The redhead packs up her things to head home as you lean against her desk.

“Maybe I can come over after?” You smirk coming up behind her.

“You are a cuddly drunk.” Melissa laughs turning to kiss your cheek. “Hows about I come pick you up. I feel better doing that than having some random Uber get you.”

“That’ll be nice. I’m not going crazy with drinks tonight, just a few.” You smile as she turns in your arms. Wrapping your arms around her waist you kiss her nose. “Let me walk you to your car.”

Outside a few minutes later you and Melissa stand, lips locked together in the almost empty parking lot. “Okay okay, I’ll see you later.” Melissa laughs resting her hands on your shoulders.

“I can’t help it, your lips are so kissable.” You tease kissing her cheek. With another kiss you head off, going to your apartment to get ready.

Every time you go back to your apartment, you feel a little weird. It’s warm and cozy how you wanted your own space to be, but Melissa’s house really felt like home.

Getting out of your work clothes you turn on the shower and smile seeing a notification from the group chat on your phone.

Hours later, you sit with a drink laughing at the table with your friends, having a conversation with your somewhat ex, Darcy.

“She’s just amazing, Darce.” You beam gushing about your girlfriend.

“I’ve never seen you like this!” The red head laughs. “Not even when we had our thing going on.”

You laugh into your beer bottle, Darcy laughing right along with you. “I had to say it, it was right there.”

“See this is why we’re friends.”

You met Darcy a year after your move to Philly when you were between jobs and fresh out of a relationship. You both hit it off, basically becoming each others booty call until it felt too strange. You both were so similar, you knew it would be better if you two were just friends.

“Seriously though, this is the best relationship I’ve ever had.” You beam, not divulging too much about your girlfriend, but just enough.

After dancing, singing, and catching up with your friends over a couple drinks it’s almost midnight when you decide to call it, wanting to go home to Melissa.

Standing outside in the spring air you happily scroll through the ridiculous pictures you’d taken that night before you see Melissa pull up to the curb.

“Hi baby,” you beam climbing up into the truck leaning over to kiss her cheek.

“Hi Tesoro,” she chuckles. “How was your night?”

“So fun, I crushed Bad Romance as per usual and had a couple drinks.”

“You and Jacob with your love of lady Gaga.” She laughs reaching over for your hand.

“She’s the best, Mel!”

When you two get back to Melissa’s she stops in the kitchen to grab you a water bottle before you two head upstairs, your eyes glued to her. She was so cute in her flannel pajama pants and an old Run DMC shirt.

“I can feel you staring at my ass.”

Quirking a brow you wrap your arms around your love when you get to the top of the stairs. “Can you blame me? You’re gorgeous.”

“Cmon, Romeo. Let’s lay down and relax.” She teases you.

In the bathroom you take off your make up and brush your teeth, realizing you had your own drawer in the bathroom for some time now. It made you smile. Coming back into the bedroom Melissa’s already wrapped up in the sheets with her book and her glasses on the side table. You change into one of her eagles shirts and call it a night climbing into bed with her.

“Next time you have to come with me, you can beat all the bears at pool.” You chuckle through a yawn wrapping your arm around her, your head near her shoulder.

She laughs kissing your temple. “Deal.”

The next morning you wake up to the smell of coffee and 40s swing music undoubtedly coming from the kitchen. Stretching out in bed with a smile on your face you get up and get ready for your day before grabbing your phone and heading downstairs.

“Good morning.” Melissa smiles from the counter, a steaming mug of coffee and a plate of fresh fruit sit. “Move that stuff to the table, the pancakes are almost done.”

“I love you, you know that?” You smile at the redhead, always surprised when she does something sweet like this.

“Ti amo, Tesoro,” she smiles pecking your lips.

At the table you sip your coffee and pop a few grapes into your mouth as Melissa comes over with the pancakes. “Oh my god are these the cinnamon ones?”

“It’s pancake Saturday, I had to make the special ones.” She grins sitting at her side of the table.

“You’re too good to me, Mel.” You smile putting one of the fluffy pastry’s on your plate. Almost a year into your relationship you were reminded every day how much Melissa loved you.

“I kinda like you a little.” She teases with a wink.

As you two have breakfast you talk about the previous night grabbing your phone to show her a ridiculous video your friend took of you singing.

“No, it’s the worst.” You laugh scrolling through everything until Melissa’s hand reaches over and stops you.

“Wait, go back to the group one.” She nods. You give her a curious look and scroll back, showing her the phone screen. You and all the girls were sat around a high table top, you had a beer bottle to your lips and your other arm resting on the table as your friend Kate took a wide angled selfie of all of you.

“How do you know Darcy?” Melissa asks, her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding in her chest.

“How do you know my ex?” You ask with a laugh, looking at the horror spreading across her face.

“She’s my niece.”

All the color drains from you. Your ears are muffled, the music from the speaker suddenly sounding like you’re underwater.

“Your ex.” Melissa slumps back in the chair, her eyes not moving from the picture now burned into her retinas. She feels old. Too old. She was running around with a thirty something, a thirty something that slept with her niece.

“Ex isn’t even the right word, we hooked up a few times and realized we’re better as friends.” You admit speaking faster than usual.

“You’re ex fuck buddies?!” She booms standing up, her hands going to her head. “Oh my god oh my god!”

You jump up moving to touch her shoulder but she backs up like you’re on fire. “Why didn’t you tell me you dated my niece?!”

“I didn’t know she was your niece, Mel.” You say trying to calm her down. “We didn’t even really talk about my exes, it was just a quick thing when I first moved here!” You explain desperately. You can’t lose Melissa. You can’t.

The redhead paces the kitchen trying to slow her heart rate. You, her much younger girlfriend, were her nieces booty call. The niece she saw being born when Kristen was in the hospital, the niece whose diapers she changed and took to the zoo as a baby.

“How did relatives not come up?” She mumbles.

“I didn’t get to know her really, It wasn’t like a dinner and talk situation,” you explain tossing your hands in the air. “She told me her dad wasn’t around and she doesn’t speak to her mother. That’s all I knew.”

Melissa shakes her head, her thoughts moving a mile a minute behind watery eyes. It was bad enough you were friends with your ex, it was even worse that it was Darcy. “I think you should go home. ” Her voice shakes, eyes not meeting yours. She can’t look at you, all she can picture is you rolling around in bed with another woman.

Her words hit you like a train. She was your home, now you were being pushed away. “Mel, please talk to me. I’m-“ your voice cracks.

“Go!” She hisses.

Her tone didn’t leave any room for you to argue with her. She was erily quiet and had a look on her face you’ve never seen before. As the tears fall from your eyes you move briskly grabbing your phone and your shoes by the door. Outside you go down the walkway slipping your shoes on and sitting with your face in your hands.

Inside the house, Melissa picks up her phone and calls her estranged niece.

When you get out of the Uber and get up to your apartment you lock the door behind you finally letting out the sob youd been holding in the car.

“Fuck!” You yell kicking the door, your foot aching before you down to the floor, gripping your head in your hands. It wasn’t fair. This shouldn’t be a big deal, you didn’t know Melissa when you hooked up with Darcy and you had absolutely no idea they were related until this morning.

Later that day you’re still on your couch staring at your phone, hoping for anything from Melissa. Once the clock hits 11pm you give up and go to your dark bedroom, trying to get comfortable in a bed you were no longer used to. As your lip wobbles and your eyes burn You bring the hoodie you were wearing of Melissa’s up to your nose, taking in her scent as your turn and look at the small framed photo of you and her on your nightstand. This wasnt how your weekend was supposed to go.

When Monday morning comes you stand in your bathroom blending in concealer to cover the dark circles under your eyes. You’d been too upset to go anywhere Saturday or Sunday, and you ignored the calls and texts from your friends. If it wasn’t Melissa, you didn’t care. After multiple voicemails are left, you’re sure she blocked your number.

When you get to Abbott you don’t bother going to the teachers lounge instead you go upstairs to your classroom, trying to focus on the days tasks by preparing the chalkboard and putting out the worksheets for your first 8th grade class. You drop the piece of chalk and with a sigh look down at

it on the floor in defeat.

You go through the motions of your morning classes, happy when it’s time for lunch. Outside, you run into Barb giving her a soft smile not giving her enough time to say anything before you get in your car. When you drive off you have no idea Melissa is in her classroom with Darcy.

“Wow, Aunt Melissa this room is so you.” The younger redhead chuckles looking around the room.

“Thanks, hon. Look, I gotta talk to you about y/n.”

Darcy looks at her aunt with a curious look causing Melissa to pull her phone out showing her a picture of the two of you.

“Oh my god you’re the girlfriend!” She points, “oh god you’re the girlfriend,” she realizes with wide eyes. “Well this is awkward.”

“Yeah,” Melissa scoffs. “I didn’t know she was friends with her ex and I didn’t know YOU were her ex.” She crosses her arms.

Darcy sets her bag down on Melissa’s desk with a sigh. “Look, I know you’re probably freaking out, but y/n couldn’t stop talking about you the other night. Well, I didn’t know it was you, she didn’t tell me her girlfriends name, but you should’ve seen her, Aunt Mel.” She smiles. “She was buzzing.”

Melissa deflates slightly, slowly turning off defense mode. “If this proved anything it’s that I’m too old.”

“Are you kiddin me?” Darcy rolls her eyes.

Melissa shrugs. “Maybe it’s a-“

Darcy’s phone starts to ring, and lo and behold she flips the phone screen out so she can see your name. The younger woman answers and puts it on speaker.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Hey, do you got a minute?”

Melissa’s ears perk up, her heart dropping at the tiredness in your voice.

“Yeah, what’s going on?”

“Listen uh, god this is weird,” you sigh. “have you talked to your Aunt Melissa recently?”

Darcy looks at Melissa who’s shaking her head and waving her hand.

“How do you know I have an aunt Melissa?” Darcy plays along with a laugh.

You sigh resting your head against the seat. “Well, she’s my girlfriend, or was, I don’t know about that now since I fucked up like I always do but she saw that picture of all of us from Saturday and I told her we had a thing after I moved here. everything just came crashing down after that. I wanted to know if she called you or anything. I just-“ you ramble taking in a breath. “Can you let me know if you talk to her please?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m sorry this happened. I’ll talk to her and see what I can do.”

“Don’t go out of your way to do it,” you sigh. “Itll be a lost cause no matter what. Anyway, thanks.”

You two say your goodbyes and Darcy crosses her arms much like her aunt, giving her a look. “Did that sound suspicious to you, Aunt Mel?”

Melissa shakes her head. “It doesn’t change the fact that when I was changing your diapers someone was doing the same for her. I’m too old for this. And now I thought of things I can’t un-see.”

Darcy moves to grab her bag looking at her aunt almost like a parent would look at a child. “That’s ridiculous and you know it. I remember you with Joe, he never talked about you the way y/n did that night.”

With that final comment she leaves her aunt in her classroom.

*

It’s two weeks before you see Melissa again. Whenever you were in the school you were in your classroom and after that you’d go home to wallow. In that time you realize that your chapter at Abbott needs to come to a close. The once friendly environment becomes awkward, even Ava commented on the tension to you in the hall one day.

Jacob tosses his sandwich down on the table with a huff. “I can’t take it anymore!”

This gets everyone’s attention, Janine puts a hand on his shoulder as the two older teachers look over at him not expecting the outburst.

“We can hear a pin drop in here, even Janine is afraid to talk!” He points out.

“Calm down, kid.”

“No! This is ridiculous,” he sulks, “y/n should be in here and you two should be all gross together making us question how tough you actually are, Melissa but no she’s leaving and you’re all sad and quiet.”

Melissa’s entire body turns in the chair. “The hell you mean she’s leaving? She’s not leaving.” She turns to look at Barb who gives her a sympathetic smile.

It’d only been two weeks in Melissa’s mind. That wasn’t enough time to make such a rash decision she thinks. She also knows she made a snap decision in two seconds.

“Everyone but me knew?” The red head booms looking at them all. Jacob still looks annoyed, and everyone else looks at her like they’re sorry. Even Janine who couldn’t keep a secret to save her life.

Melissa has heard enough. She gets up and barrels out of the room straight for the stairs to the second floor. In your classroom you hear heeled boots getting closer and closer as you pop another pretzel into your mouth. Not trying to get excited over the once familiar sound, you keep your eyes on your computer going over the email on the screen.

“Hey,” a gruff voice sounds as the door slams.

Biting the inside of you cheek you keep your eyes on the computer screen. “What can I do for you, Miss Schemmenti?” You let out in a monotone voice.

That hurt. Out of the corner of your eye you see the redhead stands with her arms crossed, one of her many defense mechanisms you were always able to clock off hers.

“Are you really leaving?”

You turn putting all your attention on her with a quirked brow.

“I have an interview Monday if you need to know.”

“Don’t go.” She lets out quietly.

You can’t help but let out a humorless laugh despite the urge to get up and hug her. “Weeks ago you told me to go, you don’t return any of my calls or texts, you avoid me like the plague, now you’re telling me to stay? You of all people don’t get a say in that.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. I’m sorry.” Melissa fights back tears. “Can I just say something?”

You stand up, mirroring her energy nodding for her to go on.

“I know I hurt you. I know that. This has everything to do with me, not you.” She starts, really wearing her heart on her sleeve for the first time in her life. “When I saw that, I don’t know. My age just really hit me. I changed Darcy’s diapers for gods sake.” She lets out in a sad laugh. “I was stupid enough to think this could work.”

Before she can say anything else you cut her off balling your hands into fists. “But it was working! We were happy!”

Melissa nods biting her lip. “I know you were. Darcy told me. She was here when you called her.

“Of course she was.” You scoff with a laugh. “I knew I heard an echo from her end.”

“I hated how you sounded on the phone that day.”

“Yeah well I was up for over 48 hours at that point, I wasn’t gonna sound all peachy.” You shoot back. “Is that all you wanted to say? Because that could’ve been an easy text. There’s no use torturing the both of us with a visit like this. Let’s try to make this last month of school bearable, yeah?”

Melissa finds her voice again standing up straight. “Cancel that interview.”

“Why would I do that, Melissa?” You all but growl crossing your arms again. “I can’t even have lunch in the break room here anymore because everyone’s so tense and weird. Why would I stay here where I’m not wanted?”

Melissa takes a few strides forward, her hands cupping your flushed cheeks before her lips crash into yours, moving slow and sweet. You don’t kiss her back at first, complete shock hitting you first. When you realize what’s happening you melt against her lips slipping your arms around her waist. You missed her touch, her scent, the little noise she makes when your hand finds its way to her hair pulling her a little roughly.

“I knew y’all would work it out!” You hear from other side of your classroom. Breaking the kiss abruptly you keep your arms around Melissa looking to see Ava.

“Ava I swear to god.” You roll your eyes. Your boss stands there with her hip cocked out, phone in hand. “Good thing I didn’t fill out that transfer paperwork. Git it, girl.” She winks before closing your door again.

Melissa grins and you can’t keep up your angry attitude. “You need to stop calling yourself old. Old ladies don’t kiss like that.”

The red head reaches out to wipe her lipgloss from your lip with her thumb.

“Yeah? Well you’re not a kid. I’m sorry, Tesoro.”

You meet her eyes shaking your head. “Don’t do that to me again. Just talk to me.”

Melissa nods gently stroking your cheek with her thumb.

Your phone chiming over and over again pulls you out of the little bubble you’ve created. Confused by the sudden influx of notifications you pull the device from your pocket, rolling your eyes when you see the group chat.

“Ava must’ve told them.” You smile down at the texts. Looking at it Melissa takes the phone setting it on your desk before she’s pulling you into another loving Kiss.