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I took a break from all of the mystery murders to read this Gem. And I’m so glad I did. I love books that really take a deep look inside of the character’s head. I love finding out why people do the things that they do. The writing is beautiful and dramatic. 

I Love the MC Mim. She’s random. She’s passionate. She’s hurt. She’s wild and free. She is authentically herself, through and through. 

🎫🎫🎫🎫.5/5

July Reads

What an amazing reading month!

Breakout reads of the month

Ace of spades- This book was everything I needed and more and I would truly love some more of Faridah's writing!

Mosquitoland- Me loving this book as much as I did came as a huge surprise. Looking forward to reading more of David's books.

Summary: Luke and his girlfriend get into the last fight of their relationship.

Warnings: Manipulation,angst,smut,language

18+

Luke had done it again. He found a way to play his his girlfriends feelings

Luke castellan x daughter of hades

She had caught him with another councilor again.

He watched as the stranger flirted with him, pushing up on him,touching his hair, as she batted her long eyelashes her little button nose crinkled at every joke he told her “your so good with your sword Luke” she heard the brunette say “I mean I try, I’m good at other things too if you’d ever wanna see that” he laughed.

She listened in she wasn’t surprised at her boyfriends behavior he was a popular Demi god. She knew how they could be and she knew guys would also kill to be with her and he treated her like a one trick pony. She knew he was tired of just kissing and going on meaningless dates because they just fought the whole time.

But she would never pay any mind to random guys just because she’s mad and because they gave her attention and trust they gave her attention. But she had always reminded them she was with Luke.

They would always be angry at each other but this was the last straw for the the girl.

She watched was the other woman now felt him up while giving him puppy dog eyes and biting her lip. He looked around to make sure nobody would see them as he threw his head back.

He obviously did see me because then he pushed her off of him. “Babe.” He said acting as if I didn’t see what was happening. “I thought you were on kitchen duty?” He asked in her face.

“I was on duty but then I wanted to come find you. See what you were up to love bug!” But it seems like you have lots of love to go around so I’ll be on my way.”

He chased after her “Odessa I swear it’s not what it looked like, she was helping me fix a broken button on my shorts. You know how it is” I just smiled and nodded. “She’s not the first girl I’ve seen fix a button castellan.” She scoffed “your so quick to let girls touch you.” He looked mad “as if you don’t let guys touch you when I’m not around?” She looked mad now “I DONT!” as she said this the grass caught fire.

She stormed away to her dorm. She got over heated her pants caught fire she stood there. I won’t let him do this bullshit again.

(Later that night)

Luke knocks her window, she was the only one in the cabin because the other campers were at the campfire celebrating the week. She looked towards her window and walks to open it. “Need something dick?” She flashed a fake smile. Luke “yeah actually. I wanted to apologize but somewhere away from the noise?” He proposed. Looking at the campers at the campfire.

She didn’t forgive him but wanted to Atleast hear him out. Okay. Let me change? *she closed her window to change into a dark red mini dress, it was hot that night. She hopped out of her window to hear him out. “I still don’t forgive you if you’re wondering Luke castellan.” She states. “I know”

They finally make it far enough in the woods. She looked at her “this is where we had our first ever date.” “It was a picnic right near that tree.” She smiled at her. It was too and she hated his smiles now because she knew there was always something behind it. It was no secret their relationship was rocky

Luke basically flirted in or out of the public eye people even thought we’ve broken up before. Why did I put up with it? Because he was the best swordsman at camp. I needed to get the gods attention somehow. And it worked, Percy Jackson had recently came to camp and got claimed by Poseidon she had already weaseled her way into being his friend because Luke was his counselor

She didn’t need to put up with this man baby for any longer and she was grateful to use the girl from this morning as her excuse.

“So what?” She stared at him blankly“It’s just a spot” she looked at him with unreadable eyes.

He scoffed “you make it so fucking difficult to be sorry for you.”

“Sorry for me? You’re a stupid son of a bitch!” I yell

Luke’s eyes widened “don’t talk about my mother”

I laughed “if I was talking about your mother I would’ve said ya mama.”

“You’re such a man whore.” I say

Luke opened his mouth to yell “I thought you were an equal rights kinda girl considering you make a whole big deal about guys calling girls bitches.”

“Oh which you’re being right now by the way.” He finished

“Did you just call me a bitch castellan?” She puts her hand on her hips after removing her earrings and tossing them.” There was a small spark of flames when she tossed the metal into a pile of leafs.

Luke didn’t wanna upset her too much because she could obviously lit his ass on fire. He couldn’t help but to look at how beautiful his girlfriend was when she was mad. “I just get jealous when guys come and talk to you all the time. I thought it was about time before you left me for one of them.”

She rolled her eyes at his sorry ass excuse

She wanted to break him

His wife

John "Soap" MacTavish x Black Fem! Reader Summary: The job is done. Now it's time for 1-4-1 to return back to the base with a win on their burly shoulders, at least for everyone but Soap. Getting an urgent call from Laswell on his way back stops that win for him.

TW: slight mentions of trauma responses and home invasion.

"Watcher to Bravo 7-1, how copy?" Laswell's voice filtered through Soap's earpiece stopping his rambling to Gaz and Ghost. The two sighed in relief when he began talking to Laswell.

"Bravo 7-1 to Watcher, we're still in the heli, 20 minutes out but we're near. What's up?" The scot got a look from a new recruit hearing the way he spoke to someone so high up. Should he really be speaking to Laswell so casually?

"You guys did a good job, congrats. Soap, when you get back I need you in the Conference room soon as you reach, it's urgent. Understood? Watcher out." Only the whirring of the helicopter blades could be heard once Laswell's voice cut out.

The worry that was nowhere to be found then sprung into his chest and took over like the plague. All of a sudden? Why now? This isn't the first time something like this has happened, the team getting called urgently soon as they finished a mission, but it was only him who was requested and while he wasn't scared, it worried him just a bit.

The ride suddenly felt longer than it should've. Ghost and the others on the team felt the antsiness leak off Soap in waves which made them(Ghost), a little anxious. As stoic as the masked man is, he's grown very close with his team working with them for so long. He can't help but internally replicate the emotion of his partner in crime, even if it's just for a few seconds. He's found himself doing that with not just Soap, but others as well sometimes and has to remind himself to cut it out.

As the rails hit the landing pad and the doors opened, Soap was out and heading for the conference room. The worry grew when he thought of what or rather who could be involved. That frightened him speeding up his pace to the room while he ignored the looks his team gave him as well as his injuries. Price and the rest followed behind slowly, needing to give the full report to Laswell but they were curious as to what was so urgent.

Time stopped as Soap pushed through the door to the room. There, Laswell stood on the far end of the round table, and by the close end sat his wife and his son of 9 months. His heart sped up when the time seem to go back to normal and he met eyes with his beloved's teary, red ones.

'She was crying. Why? Who made her cry? Why is she trembling?' Soap's mind was running a mile a minute. He didn't realize he was even moving till his wife was in his arms with hers wrapped around him like a vice. His son Bailey was now being held by Laswell who sat near so the two parents could hug.

Soap relished in the taming breath of his wife. She was calming down with her head buried into his neck and her arms around his torso. She wasn't that shorter than him, head reaching up to the tip of his chin. Her hair, in waist-length braids, shoved into a silk bonnet, the hoodie(his hoodie) she wore hung off her shoulder revealing a very visible bruise on her shoulder. She was a mess.

"What happened love?" A kiss was pressed to her temple as he half whispered his question into her ear so as to not startle her. He felt her grip on him tighten before she loosened her arms from him and stepped back, not making eye contact. A breath left her shaky lips before she lifted her head up and spoke.

"I went for a walk this morning with Bailey. I needed some air, my mind wasn't in the right place. What happened at my momma's house on Thanksgiving kept replaying and I needed to get out. So I went on a walk with him, it was just around the yard and then to the Bakery right down the road from us. When I got back, the door was wide open. You know how I am with locking the doors, John. I-"

He watched as her breathing picked up when explaining. He knew what was happening. Her need to over-explain so he believes her, so she knows he understands properly. All the trauma responses he's seen repeatedly from her because of her past relationship. Soon she's gonna start begging him to believe her so he knew he had to put a stop to her rambling quickly.

"Hey hey hey, breathe love. What did I tell you about doing that? I believe you, baby. I know you're telling the truth, calm down." Soap tugged her closer cupping the chub of her cheeks into his large palms feeling her immediately lean into them. His wife was a gentle soul. Sassy and stubborn at times but gentle, fragile even. She knew how to take care of herself, her independence getting the better of her at times. In the beginning, it caused a bit of trouble when they were only dating, she wasn't relying on him even after being together for a year or so but they got that situated after a while.

She looked at Soap with wet lashes, staring back at her protector and lifeline, her husband. She knew he was right, she needed to calm down and breathe. Soap isn't like the man she was with before. He never put his hands on her or even lift a finger in threat of doing so. Never raised his voice, and always made her talk it out instead of walking away. Soap was attentive, loving, and gentle, everything she's never experienced before with anyone. She knew whatever she spits out of her mouth he believed and would die by it.

Once calm, she finished explaining. Nothing looked to be touched or even moved but there was a letter on the table, it was addressed to her and Soap. The only identification of the sender was the letter M. Soap's fist clenched at his sides once he let go of his beloved. His eyes met with Laswell's and she got up and handed his son to him.

Laswell watched as Soap's shoulders untense when he held his son. His first-born child, his bundle of joy, their creation. He really does look like him. He looked back at her as she started talking about what actions they can take for the safety of the two. Soap was promised his family's protection by Shepard, and while the bald traitor is currently off the radar, Laswell intends to keep that promise. She explained the new area they would be moved to with more security and protection, and it brought some sort of relief to her mind.

The door soon opened and in walked Captain Price and his two tag-alongs, Gaz and Ghost. None of them knew of the situation but all their eyes zoomed in on the baby cooing at their Scottish teammate. The woman only Ghost seems to recognize moves just a bit closer to Soap, eyes wet with lingering worry and surprise. Ghost walks over to the two and nods down at his partner's wife who's giving him a small smile. He then looks at Soap, grinning under the mask.

"The lass really does look like you, ey." Ghost saw the grin creeping onto Soap's stubbly face. Pride and joy swelled into the Scot's eyes when he looked down at his cooing son. A chuckle sounded out and he turned to Price and Gaz.

"Lads, this is my wife and this is my son, Bailey." Looking around, his lover saw the surprise in their eyes as he introduced them. She felt how the air turned from tense to breathable and joyous, all because of the smile that beamed off her husband's face. His smile. It always brought comfort to not only her but the people around him.

She was safe now. Leaning on him, she breathed out quietly. Things are gonna be ok. She was Mrs. MacTavish after all.

In Honor of Shiggy's Bday today..

Here's a lil sum for him.

Fluff

Shigaraki x POC Reader

Kinda just a headcanon tbh. Not proofread at all.

Shiggy waking up to soft feather like kisses on his face. He stirs just a little and opens his eyes once he’s flat on his back. When his vision focuses he hums when he meets eyes with his lover. The sun shining through the blinds onto her skin, bonnet hanging low because of her fro stuffed inside. She had taken her recent braids out so she could get her hair did again just for the occasion but got lazy and decided to give her hair a break. He liked when her natural hair was out anyway. Her pale colored eyes stared into his with such love it made his chest flutter.

“Morning..” his voice low, deep and raspy from his sleep. It clung, making his voice rumble sending shivers up her spine. Her hand reached up and softly stroked his cheek. Her touch was so delicate like he’d break if pressure was applied. The moment was so precious it made a swelling feeling build in Shigaraki’s chest. Was something going on? She’s normally like this but it seems different. He didn’t even know he aged another year today.

“Happy birthday Tenko.” Oh. That’s what it was. He couldn’t even be shocked that he forgot, too chocked at how his real name slid so smoothly off her tongue. Her voice sounded like silk, smooth like cold soba on a Friday afternoon at the downtown diner they go to every once in a while. So filled with love, tears stung the corner of his eyes and filled his waterline. Her hands were now both on his cheeks, softly rubbing the apples of his cheeks. They’ve used to be so rough, calloused and sullen but now? Now they’re full and soft. Still a bit rough but old habits die hard they say. The pink in them never show brighter than when she’s with him. He doesn’t know why he’s crying. Why he’s so emotional. Maybe it’s because he didn’t think he’d make it to another birthday. He’s forgotten his birthday so much he didn’t think he’d even remember when it was. Maybe it was the love and overwhelming amount of emotion that she shared with him just from a few words.

Or maybe it’s because she saved him. Saved him from going so far down in a trench that he wouldn’t come back and feel emotion ever again. Wet fat tears slid down his cheeks. Her eyes never stopped looking at him. Never looked away, never narrowed in judgment, never pitying him. It just showed love. She loves him. She loves him so much.

“I love you Tenko. I’m so happy I could be here for this day. Thank you for letting me stay, for letting me love you. You deserve so much and I know I can’t give you the world like you want but even so—“ she could finish. Not if he sat up so fast it gave her whiplash. Not when his lips met hers with such urgency, such fevor, so desperate. So desperate to show her that she’s already given him the world. The world he wants, the one he wants is the one with her in it. The one they are in right now, where she’s in it everyday if his life. That’s all he wants.

“I love you.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you—“ every kiss, every bite, every suck on her pretty pink lips he mutters his undying love to her. Her giggles soon sound off as he’s soon towering over her on the soft pillowy bed sheets. He soon stops his assault on her lips and holds himself up on his hands. Looking down at his love. The one who saved his life. She’s smiling, smiling so softly he just might cry again. Not like he stopped anyway. The sun rose a bit higher since so it’s rays we’re shining bright and right onto his Angel, so etheral, so bright, so…his. She lives for him and he knows it. She proves it to him everyday.

People fear him. They shake and tremble and the very mutter of his name but only if they knew.. it’s not him they should be afraid of. If they knew the things he’d do for her, they’d fear her instead. One word and it’s done.

A smile. It unknowingly made its way onto his face. So soft, so small but so beautiful. She thought it was so beautiful. To her he’s the most precious person, most beautiful, gorgeous being she’s ever seen, met. She loves this man. And she will remind him now and forever.