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good riddance live

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Looking through Minthara’s epilogue dialogue with the various origin characters is hilarious because with lae’zel, karlach, and shadowheart she’s really nice and supportive and curious to hear how they’ve been doing. Meanwhile she is doing psychological warfare on the men

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You know that thing where you see a gorgeous view (left) and try to take a picture of it, but your phone camera is a joyless fucking nihilist who refuses to see the beauty in anything and only sees this (right)

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Moon touched

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HAPPY INDIGENOUS PEOPLES' DAY TO THE RIGHTFUL CUSTODIANS OF TURTLE ISLAND AND THE RIGHTFUL CUSTODIANS OF OCCUPIED PALESTINE! SOLIDARITY WITH THE INDIGENOUS PEOPLES OF THE WORLD!

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All of those Mother Miranda hate posts are coming back to bite me in the ass.

I apologize my avian goddess 😭

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So, it would seem I'm really into older women. What else is new?

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Me looking at all the posts about resident lover knowing damn well I just started work

#resident lover #im fine #🥲 #but you best believe imma tokyo drift to my house to play it

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MOTHER. MOTHER. MOM. MOM. MOM. MOM. MOMMY. MOMMY. MOM. MOM. MOMMY. MA. MA. MAMA. MOM. MAMA. MA. MOM.

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Lady Dimitrescu 17/31 Selfie

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Lady Dimitrecu 8/31 Little guest

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@crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington 's warrior au designs are in my head taking over

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Hiya~

Your fics are amazing!!!

I was wondering if you'd write a Melissa x reader about the reader going out clubbing with Ava and getting super drunk. When they get home the reader has the bright idea to call Melissa at 3am to tell her how she feels about her. Melissa listens to the reader in shock but also amusement when she realizes reader is loaded. Melissa plays along asking reader a bunch of questions which they answer unabashedly. Eventually reader falls asleep and wakes up with no recollection of the night before. And is super surprised to find Melissa cooking breakfast for them. It leads to Melissa explaining everything the reader said to her last night. You can dictate the ending.

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A/N: oh my gosh hello! thank you so much for your kind words and your lovely request! i hope you enjoy it as much as my other fics! <3

Drunk in Love

pairing: melissa x reader

warning: alcohol

“Hot girls to the front!” Ava sang as she pulled Y/n passed the line waiting outside of the club. The younger woman gawked at her boss hesitantly as she felt all of the other people in line glare at them. This was only their first club of the night and she highly doubted Ava would want to stop at just the one but she’d promised her friend a night out and she was here to deliver. 

“Sorry.” Y/n called over her shoulder sheepishly as they siddled up to the bouncers standing guard in front of the door. It wasn’t long before the rope was being moved and Ava was shimmying her way into the club and toward the bar. The music was deafening but Y/n pushed it aside with the thought of a fruity drink clouding her judgement. 

“So what do you want to start with? I’m thinking shots.” Ava said enthusiastically once they found an opening at the bar. 

“That’s a no. I want something fruity and pretty.” Y/n said looking at the menu for pictures. 

“That doesn’t surprise me at all.” Ava rolled her eyes before placing an order for the both of them. As soon as their drinks were in hand Ava snagged a table and eyed the room for what Y/n could only assume would be her prey for the evening. Her eyes remained on the room but her voice broke through the music. “So when are you and red filling out the proper paperwork to date? I can only wait so long, as your boss.” 

“What are you talking about?” Y/n asked around the straw of her pink drink. 

“Oh don’t play dumb with me. I just need it in writing in case anything were to happen.” Ava shrugged. 

“I’m not playing dumb, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Who is red? And when did we start dating?” Y/n asked seriously.

“Melissa, stupid.” Ava said wacking her shoulder in annoyance. 

“When did I start dating Melissa? Where was I when that happened?” Y/n asked delivering a wack back. 

“Don’t tell me you still haven’t confessed your undying love for her? I thought last time we went out you said you wouldn’t wait any longer? You couldn’t bare the back and forth flirting. Your heart yearned for hers and all that romantic shit you say when you get a couple drinks in you.” 

Y/n gapped at the taller woman, “I did not say that. There’s no way I said that, especially to you.” 

“What is that supposed to me? I’m literally your best friend.” Ava said in offense. 

“Since when?” Y/n said with a grin knowing she’d successfully steered Ava away from the original topic of conversation. She knew Ava was probably right, but she hadn’t had enough to drink to discuss her crush on Melissa. Sober Y/n was far too scared to even think about how deep those feelings actually went but apparently drunk Y/n couldn’t shut up about the older woman. Before Ava could get to carried away Y/n moved to distract by suggesting they get more drinks. They were ubering home and in the comfort of her own home there was no reason she couldn’t allow herself to indulge in all that is Melissa Schemmenti. “Another one!”

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“Good night bestie!” Y/n sang from her front door as she watched Ava ease her way down the stairs. 

“I knew we were best friends. I’ll see you Monday whore.” Ava grinned, tripping slightly over nothing. 

“Sir, yes sir.” Y/n saluted before disappearing behind her closed door and floating over to her couch. She splayed herself across the couch with her hand over her eyes. The world was still spinning but only one thing seemed to be at the center of her mind. Melissa Schemmenti. No matter what she did, she couldn’t think of anything else. 

“I wonder what she’s doing right now.” Y/n smiled behind her hands. She thought about how earlier in the day Melissa had wrapped her arm around her pulling her close to whisper some stupid joke in her ear as they walked out of the school with Barbara. She could practically feel the heat that fell over her ear at the woman’s voice. She could almost make out what she said, but as soon as she reached for the memory it seemed to slip away. With a pout, Y/n sat up reaching for her phone. She had to know what Melissa said, or it would bother her for the rest of the night. And she just wanted to hear her voice. 

“Hey Siri! Call Melissa Schemmenti red heart,” Y/n commanded eyeing the screen. The automated voice droned a confirmation that the call was being placed and then the phone was ringing. She leaned back into the couch with her eyes closed and waited patiently for the older woman to pick up the phone. 

“Y/n?” A husky voice crackled over the phone. 

“Melissa,” Y/n sighed dreamily. “What are you doing?” 

“Y/n, is everything okay?” Melissa asked focusing on the call as she clawed her way out of sleep. 

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t it be?” Y/n asked. 

“Hon, it’s 3:30 in the morning.” 

“Oh,” Y/n paused. “What are you doing?” 

Melissa pulled the phone from her ear with a laugh, “I’m in bed, what are you doing?”

“I just got home. Ava and I went clubbing. Crazy time. I wish you were there.” Y/n smiled as she spoke. 

“Oh really?” Melissa asked understanding the younger woman was definitely drunk.

“Well yeah, you’re my favorite person like ever. I wish we could be together all the time.” 

“Awe you don’t mean that hon.” Melissa said feeling the heat rise in her body.

“I do, I really really really do. You’re the best. I think I love you.” Y/n said dreamily before moving to speak again. “What are you doing tomorrow? Do you wanna hang out?” 

Melissa sat quietly on the phone as she tried to think through Y/n’s words, “Uh sure hon. How much did you have to drink tonight?” Melissa asked trying to rationalize the younger woman’s words.

“Only like this much.” Y/n said bringing her fingers up to her eyes to measure how much she’d had. “What do you want to do tomorrow? Can we have breakfast? I miss you. And I bet you’re so pretty first thing in the morning.” 

“Well aren’t you a sweet drunk. What else do you think about me?” Melissa asked, now fully awake and leaning against her headboard to listen intently. 

“I think you’re so funny. Oh and so smart. You have so many guys, and I always wonder how are there that many guys in the world but I don’t wanna sound stupid so I just wonder to myself. And then I think ‘Wow, Melissa has that many guys ready to do what she says’ and then I’m even more shocked. Oh I also think you’re so beautiful. So so so beautiful. I love it when you wear that pink cause that’s my favorite color and in my mind I think you did it for me. Or when you wear green? So sexy. I wish I was with you. Like all the time.” Y/n rambled down the line around hiccups and yawns shocking Melissa into silence. Not hearing anything else and being hit with a rather large yawn, Y/n spoke again. “I think I’m gonna go to bed now.”

“Alright hon, last question and then you can go to sleep. What do you want for your birthday?” Melissa knew it was random but she’s been asking for weeks and Y/n kept claiming she wanted nothing.

“A hug. Goodnight.” And then all Melissa heard was heavy breathing. Shaking her head she hung up turning over in her bed. What an informative call.

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Y/n woke slowly, feeling the dryness in her mouth first. The headache behind her eyes came next and she groaned unhappily as the pain in her back pulled her into consciousness. “I hate Ava.” She mumbled as she rubbed her eyes tiredly. 

“Good Morning Sleeping Beauty.” Melissa called from the doorway leading into the kitchen causing Y/n to jump.

“Mel? What are you doing here?” Y/n asked, eyes startling open as she looked over the back of the couch toward the older woman. 

“Making pancakes.” Melissa responded simply. 

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t remember asking me to come over between the alcohol and the love confessions. So I just came anyway.” Melissa smirked leaning into her hip.

“Love whats?” Y/n scrambled to her feet feeling a wave of nausea hit. 

“Love confessions. You’re a sweet drunk, I wasn’t expecting that.” 

“Oh my god.” Y/n groaned as her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. 

“Tell ya what, go get showered and comfy and we can talk about it over breakfast. I’d like to hear all those compliments while you’re sober.” Melissa winked before heading back into the kitchen with a far more noticeable sway rocking her hips. Y/n stared after her, dazed and embarrassed but it only lasted shortly before hope bloomed in her chest.