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cigarettessmokeandberries · 12 hours ago

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Soft (Audrey Tindall x reader)

Audrey danced around the living room to the beat of whatever song was playing on the Bluetooth, you had long stopped listening to watch the sway of her hips as she smiled at you.

A/N: cooked this one up

Audrey danced around the living room to the beat of whatever song was playing on the Bluetooth, you had long stopped listening to watch the sway of her hips as she drunkenly smiled at you. She brings you back to reality as she reaches out for you and you take her devious hands as she wrapped them tightly around yours to bring you closer to her. She spun you around clumsily as she giggled into the warm air. Your face was flushed and the bottle(s?) of wine coursed through your body. You were nearly seeing double of Audrey as she brought you into her arms with her hands resting over your shoulders and swayed along with you to the upbeat rhythm.

Audrey whispered something in your ear that you didn't hear as you placed you hands on her hips to guide her in a drunken dance. The alcohol burned through your veins as you laughed loudly with her before crashing your lips together in a kiss that was more teeth than lip. She giggled again before pushing you back onto the cushion of the couch and straddling your thighs. She shifted to get comfortable before throwing her hands behind your head to pull you into another clumsy kiss. Your hands traveled up her her sides, up and down, as you meet her with the same eagerness. The moment didn’t last long as the Bluetooth beeped for more battery. Audrey pulled away with a laugh looking ethereal in the yellow light beaming in from the kitchen- the only light on in the house frustratingly blinding you with her shadow.

You brushed some of her golden hair out of her face as she leaned her head towards your lips but before she could make contact, you licked the tip of her nose with a giggle. The neighbors were sure to have complaints come morning with the noise you were making. You loved her laugh.

Audrey wrinkled up her nose, the alcohol glossing her eyes as she leaned forward in a hungry kiss. Your teeth clinked again and again and her hands were greedy to reach the skin underneath your shirt but were hindered by your own hands trying desperately to reach hers, you both becoming a tangle of limps.

Eventually, you stop the cat and mouse by standing up with Audrey still held sloppily in your arms. Audrey gasped lightly before wrapping her legs around your waist and grabbing the back of your head in her hands, drunkenly holding on with a goofy smile. You grip underneath her thighs, pulling her more securely against you as you turn towards the hallway. You stumble for the first few steps, pulling a few more chuckles from Audrey as you struggled like a newborn deer with first time legs.

Reaching the wall of the hall, you stumble slightly, pushing Audrey against as she begins to press chaste kisses down your throat. She breaths into your skin as she smiles, the kisses becoming sloppy as you regain your balance and make your way down the hall.

After a few more stumbles and chuckles from Audrey (who had surely left numerous hickeys already) you make it to the bed before all but dumping her onto it. Audrey doesn’t have time to react before you straddle her and smile goofy back at her. She bites the smile off of her lips as her hands work to pull your shift off, you lift your arms as she sits up to get the shirt over your hand and immediately push her back down as she tosses your shirt somewhere to find in the morning. Audrey pulls you down into another clashing kiss before pushing you back to switch your positions.

Her hands push you back into the bed as she straddles you, taking no time to reach for the hem of her sundress and pull it over her head before taking a seat on your thighs. The air is filled with warmth and the slight hum of the remaining battery on the Bluetooth, the song is unrecognizable but tomorrow it will be stuck in your head unknowingly. Audrey wastes no time pushing your arms above your head, holding them there as she caresses the crook of your neck with her lips. A soft whine leaves you as she continues to barely place her lips onto your skin. She smirks into your skin, her lips feeling like feathers.

“Please, ah-, Audrey,” You beg, needing her lips on you. She finally gives in hearing your plea and she places a tickling kiss onto your throat. Despite how turned on you are, the tickle sends you into a giggling fit as the alcohol takes more effect over your body. Audrey pulls back with her mouth open in confusion as you continue to giggle. Her eyebrows furrows before a hidden smile breaks her lips and she starts to giggle as well. She shifts on your thighs, causing a shiver to run down your body and meet your core. She releases one of your hands to cover her smile but you quickly reach up to remove it, loving the way her teeth show as she laughs. She bites her tongue to stop the fit but its no use when shes thinking about the situation. She found it as hilarious as you did, still laughing as you both stare at each other.

She releases you other hand to rest her weight onto it as she looses strength to hold herself up. Her stomach hurting.

Your hands travel to hold her against you by her waist as you lean up to press light kisses to her neck between fits.

Eventually, both of you are able to calm down, Audrey moving to lay beside you as her chest rises rapidly, out of breath. That alone sends her into another fit thinking again of the situation. You turn your head to face her, watching in awe as she closes her eyes and her mouth curves up unto a silly smile as the noise leaves her lips. You loose track of how long you stare at her but you cut back in when suddenly her head is facing towards you with a gentle smile, catching you staring. Your lips fight back against an embarrassed smile as your eyes move to her flushed cheeks.

She was so beautiful.

“You are so beautiful.” The words leave her mouth like a spell, drawing you back into her as she caught her lip between her teeth and let it go.

Your breath caught as you watched her lip bounce back and you all but leaped onto her. She laughed again into the hungry kiss as she all but gnawed at your lips. The air between you becomes thick enough to pull away and both your lips are nearly swollen from the others attack. Her smile nearly blinds you for the nth time tonight as her hand creeps up and down your hip and waist in slow strokes.

A few moments felt like seconds between you two, and eventually the air thinned out and the warmth of the alcohol had you shimming out of your shorts before pulling Audrey into you. Just as fast as the laughs had come, sleep was. Audrey’s eyes had begun to close, her eyes nearly only peeking at you through her lashes. Your cheeks began to hurt from all the smiling causing you to place a sweet kiss to her forehead to stretch your lips, making a loud ‘mwah’. The kiss rings through the room as you giddily pull back to see the sleepy glee on her face. You were comfortable, you felt loved, and thus the night ended the same it began: in each others arms.

#audrey tindall x reader #audrey tindall #audrey tindall x you

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cigarettessmokeandberries · 19 hours ago

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i love you, im sorry

Audrey was meant to be a star but what does that mean for you?

Trigger Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, hurt no comfort,

A/N: wrote this last night in a mood (embarrassed emoji)

“My whole life is here, Audrey.” Audrey wanted to leave, she needed to leave, and a three year relationship wouldn’t stop her. How could it? she had her whole life ahead of her and three years wasn’t enough to stop that.

“Mine is out there, Y/N.” Audrey’s rebuttal was no surprise. Was it selfish? Could she forgive herself later on? Who was wrong?

Hands in your hair, head held down, there was nothing left to say. You couldn’t make her stay and she couldn’t make you leave. In retrospect, maybe you both should have never stuck it out.

“No, don’t do that. Look at me , Y/N.” The command in her voice was broken by the lump in her throat, drying her out. The kitchen light illuminated the room too bright, the ugly yellow making the room look like an interrogation. The light had never looked like that before.

You moved your hands from your hair, your face coming into view: stained with stressed and wet trails. You couldn’t stand to see Audrey so undone, her hair tussled wildly, her eyes rubbed red, it wasn’t who she was and you had caused it. You never should have entered this relationship.

Your hands reached on your own, heading to fix Audrey’s hair before she grabbed it gently and placed it back onto the counter.

“Don’t.” She hated herself the same way you did yourself but she wanted you to see the way you had distressed her. You. You had done this. It was always your fault. Audrey was going to make sure you saw that the same way she saw the tears trailing your face and the snot poking from your nose. Your hair was a mess and she wasn’t going to touch it. Audrey never should have entered this relationship.

“God, why didn’t you tell me. Why did you let me?” You thought Audrey to be a star, to be so unreachable by the world that she didn’t need to leave. She could be a star and people would stop for her, they would give the world to her. She wasn’t a star, yet. She had to work, she had to leave, you had only idolized her. Audrey’s stomach twisted at the gloss covering your eyes still, the quiver of your bottom lip. She knew how you saw her, loved the way you’d place her so high. She knew it was wrong. But you did too. You hated her at times, going days with disdain for her, days with a short temper only to mask it later with undivided attention. She loved the cat and mouse is what you thought. You thought a lot.

Audrey had no words left to say. She let out a tired sigh before her head shook. Everyone loved her and it wasn’t fair. Audrey was your star, Audrey was your baby. You gave her all you could and still couldn’t blame her for wanting more. You should have never entered this relationship.

“Y/N.” The words fells from her lips, hitting your ears with a thud. Your name banged around your head for a moment, sending a chill through your chest. She was talking to you and you were tired. This conversation was the most you’d heard your name from her in days. This was about you. It almost seemed foreign the way the situation played out. You loved her, you would do anything for her, but you wouldn’t leave. You wouldn’t change. Why couldn’t you change?

The cold counter had warmed in the spot your hand had been left but when you put the hand to your mouth it was cold as ice.

“Please, just go.” You didn’t need space, you needed her to leave. You needed to clear your throat. Audrey shifted.

“I can’t stay here, my life is out there.” She repeated the words as if nailing them in would fix this. The sun had long set on this conversation.

The dark outside the window was ominous and telling. There was nothing left to discuss for either of you. You were stuck here and she was breaking free. You loved her so much that your heart was constricting and still. It felt like a giant hole carved into your chest. You hated the feeling. She loved you still.

“Let’s talk about this in the morning. Please.” Audrey was always right and you knew it. Audrey always got mad when you agreed with her, she wanted you to make a decision. Or maybe she just wanted you to be your own person. Audrey could not be someone for both of you and she could feel the anger radiating from you when you wouldn’t speak up. Audrey was always right. Audrey should have never entered this relationship.

“I love you.” Those three words were watered with emotion and yet your eyes weren’t shiny anymore. You knew she was right and you wished you had been able to make the decision yourself but everything inside of you was sticky with resentment. Resentment for the situation, resentment towards yourself for making it a situation, resentment for the world spinning, resentment, resentment, resentment.

“I know,” Audrey watched your eyes cast down and your lip trapped between your teeth. She knew if you looked at her again tonight your eyes would be red and the wet trails would be back. She loved you but her voice wouldn’t be able to convey that. Those words would choke her tonight. The same way any others had you.

Audrey moved to leave, hesitating for a moment, before placing a soft kiss agaisnt your forehead as she softly patted by you. She stayed a moment next to you, knowing you wouldn’t look up at her but hoping you would. There was no hope tonight. Maybe in the morning when the sun beats through the curtains in your bedroom. Maybe when the yellow sunlight illuminated your face through the cracks. Maybe when the kitchen light didn’t need to be on. Maybe when the sun shone. Maybe It was just too dark tonight.

#audrey tindall x reader #audrey tindall #ahs roanoke #american horror story

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cigarettessmokeandberries · 1 day ago

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Fixer Upper Part Two (Melissa Schemmenti x reader)

The coffee machine is fixed and Gregory has won educator of the year! But, Melissa has to write his congratulations speech on top of her double classes. Only one solution...

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The following day, the news found its way into Abbott- in honor of Gregory’s educator of the year award. Unlucky for Melissa, they chose her to present the award, adding more stress onto the older woman. She’s already stuck with two classes for the year.

After hearing of Melissa’s bad luck, Y/n set to work coming up with a speech about Gregory, but given his own inability to compliment his self and Melissa’s idea of re-gifting, she has her work set out for her.

A few moments after sitting down at her desk, Jacob rushes up to her, slightly out of breath.

“Y/n, Melissa is acting very strange around me and I am worried she might try to attack me.” Jacob says looking around as if she could be around any corner.

“Jacob, what?” Y/n questions with a worried smiled. Jacob moves around the desk and leans onto it before answering

“Ever since this morning she’s been giving me approving looks here and there and I am worried she is buttering me up so it will take me by surprise when she attacks.” Jacob whispers out. Y/n has to hold in a laugh looking at his worried face, knowing now what he is talking about.

“Jacob, if i tell you this you have to promise to keep it to yourself.” Jacob’s face drops from fear to a small frown as he leans in

“I won’t tell a soul.” He promises. Y/n knows better than to believe him but hopefully he will only tell Janine. If not, maybe she is slightly fucked.

As Jacob leans into listen, Y/n tells him about her run to Melissa’s favorite coffee shop yesterday and the note she left on her car with a forged signature. Jacob’s face breaks out into a giddy smile as she finishes her sentence.

“Oh my god, you are crushing hard.” Jacob gushes as he crosses his arms, leaning back on the desk. Y/n slaps his arm.

“Shut up. There is nothing wrong with being nice to someone.” She replies.

“I think you exceed being nice burning up your fingers on a coffee machine for Melissa.” Jacob jokes, backing off from the desk.

“I did that for everyone!” Y/n mumbles to him.

“Yeah? What’re you working on now?” Jacob questions as he goes to look at the speech Y/n is currently working on. She quickly turns it over before sending a glare Jacobs way.

“I kinda wish Melissa was gonna beat you up now.” Jacob raises his hands in surrender before walking out of the office.

Y/n lets out a sigh before flipping the paper back over and scanning her work. She didn’t have a crush on Melissa, she’s pretty sure she’s too far deep for that. Plus, she is grown woman, and grown woman don’t have crushes (she definitely has a crush on Melissa).

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Lunch time arrives at Abbott and Melissa finds her seat next to Barbara and starts grading some of her classes work, needing to take this time in order to be able to finish both classes in a timely manner. As the teachers fill in to the breakroom, Jacob walks up to Melissa and she raises an eyebrow in his direction.

“You’re welcome, Melissa.” He says giddily before taking his seat. Melissa sighs before nodding her head toward him. Jacob’ll take what he can get, and that is all he will get. Melissa turns back to her phone, taking a break from the mountain she has left, before she turns back towards Jacob, having noticed Y/n’s absence for the second day in a row.

“Hey, Hill, where’s the other one of ya’?” Melissa asks, looking toward the empty seat beside Janine, who also looks up at the question. Jacob pauses for a moment “uh-” he starts but gets cut off from the door opening. Jacob lets out a breath of relief seeing Y/n walk in as he turns back to his conversation with Janine.

“You weren’t here yesterday and you were late today, what are ya up to?” Melissa raises her eyebrow up at her, suspicious.

“I just forgot my lunch in my car,” Y/n lifts up her lunch bag and takes her seat. Melissa stares a little longer before Jacob butts in.

“You never worry about anyone else who’s late.” Jacob whines, slightly offended. Melissa levels him with a glare before Janine pipes up as well.

“Seems like you like Y/n.” Janine jokes smiling. Her smile fading when Melissa moves her glare towards her.

“I just noticed it, pipsqueak.” Melissa tuts, taking a glance at Y/n who’s smiling down at her lunch. Melissa gives Janine and Jacob one more Schemmenti glare, returning to her phone once again. Barbara barely catches a small smile.

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“-cause you can’t choose when people acknowledge you. This is your moment.” After searching the school for Melissa, running short on time to get the speech to her, Y/n overhears Melissa’s encouragement to Gregory in his classroom. The cameras outside the room zoom into Y/n waiting outside the door and then back to Melissa and Gregory’s conversation. As they continue their conversation, Y/n recalls all the times Melissa has gone without acknowledgement, and although everyone does, it just doesn’t seem right that a woman who does so much for the students and school doesn’t get the acknowledgement she deserves.

Y/n is brought out of her thoughts as Gregory makes his way out of the classroom, Melissa following behind.

“Hey, Melissa,” Y/n shouts, catching up in pace with her and handing her the speech. Melissa looks at the paper suspiciously for a moment before turning her gaze to the younger woman.

“What’s this?” Melissa starts to look over the paper. eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

“I know you were struggling to write the speech, so I thought I would help you out a little and write a small one. You already have so much to deal with, with two classes, and I just thought I would be able to take some of that stress away. I’m sorry if I-” Y/n’s rambling is cut off by Melissa’s hand on her shoulder.

“Hun, I can handle it. You don’t need to worry ‘bout me. But,” Melissa looks around and seeing the halls empty continues “Thank you. I appreciate it. This whole thing has been a shitshow.” Melissa jokes, smirking at the younger woman.

“Yeah, no problem. Only took a few minutes.” Y/n brushes off the praise, even though it did take going through Gregory’s work file (which Ava had yet to update) and a short snoop session through his desk to find something to fill the lines.

“Thanks, hun.” Melissa lifts the paper up with a smile and a nod before starting to walk toward the gym.

“Melissa,” Y/n calls out before she can get too far.

“Huh?” Melissa turns back and raises an eyebrow for Y/n to finish.

“I just-,” Y/n cuts herself off, trying to find the words, before taking a breath and meeting Melissa’s eyes, “I notice you, Melissa. You’re a great teacher and I- You deserve a lot more acknowledgement, that’s all. But, for whatever its worth, I notice you.” Y/n bites her lip, waiting only a moment for a reply, before fleeing down the hall.

Melissa watches Y/n down the hall, a realization kicking in as she turns into the gym.

*She’s never told Jacob about her favorite coffee shop*

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x you

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cigarettessmokeandberries · 2 days ago

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Fixer Upper (Melissa Schemmenti x reader)

Great, the coffee machine broke. It's burned Melissa's hand and ruined the day for most teachers- wait, it burned Melissa's hand. Y/n won't let that pass.

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It started with the broken coffee pot. Melissa had burnt her hand on the coffee pot on Friday morning and Mr. Johnson had placed a yellow caution tape ‘X’ over the whole machine by that afternoon. Melissa and Barbara were on their way out of the school, heading down the stairs from the breakroom, when they were joined by the semi-new addition to the school thanks to Ava’s budgeting: the school office manager. Ava had hired her after the printer incident claiming it was necessary to keep the budget ‘budgeting’ and her online presence active. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Melissa had grown a quite fond of the younger woman.

Both of the older women nod in greeting as they continue their conversation.

“I hate to say it, but I guess” Melissa hesitates slightly before sighing “I missed Janine a little.” Melissa finishes her sentence in a whisper before turning toward the younger woman, “I never said that, capisce?”

Y/N raises her hands in mock offense before smiling slightly “Never heard a word,” she promises as she lightly bumps Melissa’s shoulder with her own. The red head smirks before meeting Barbara’s knowing eyes wipes it clean.

“What’s got you not missing Janine? Jacob not offer enough entertainment today?” Y/n questions, unaware of Barbara’s revelations.

Melissa lifts up her wrapped right hand palm up before answering, “Abbot’s state of the art coffee pot’s leaking’,” Y/N had noticed Mr. Johnsons handy work in the break room but never stopped to question it: Abbot was falling apart in some, most, places.

“We wouldn’t have asked, but we know Janine would have tried to at least eliminate some of the hazard.” Barbara added as she pushes open the door and passes the weight to Melissa, who holds it open for Y/N, as the three women step outside into the early spring air.

“Creating’ a new problem along with it, no doubt,” Melissa adds playfully as she lets go of the door and joins the others on the steps.

“Maybe she’s not so much creating a problem but finding it…” Y/N slips into her defense. Janine had been the most welcoming towards her when she first started and helped her around here and there. Janine was open with her enthusiasm and handiness, even if sometimes it was not so handy, and that was admirable to Y/N. It was not surprise they became fast work buddies- Janine even sometimes stopping by Y/N’s desk outside of Ava’s office for lunch.

“Anyway, I forgot something on my desk. I’ll see ya Monday.” Y/N adds before turning back into the building. Melissa watches the door close behind her before turning towards Barbara.

“Was it something I said?” She jokes as the two make their way to their cars.

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Monday morning Melissa walks into the lounge to see Mr. Johnsons mess of police tape missing from the machine. Eyeing the machine, she sits in her usual seat awaiting Barbara. As she’s pulling out papers to look over, Ava waltzes into the room and towards the machine. Curious, Melissa doesn’t try to warn Ava of the possibly-broken machine.

“No warning? You know I need these hands Olay commercial perfect,” Ava turns towards the cameras before continuing “not that I use anything other than Cold-men products.” She winks before focusing back onto pouring her coffee.

Melissa deadpans the camera returning to her papers.

“No need, anyway. I never risk my hand health, Janine probably snuck her little rat-ass in over the weekend because its fixed.” Ava says as she begins to pour her temple of sugar into the bitter beverage, taking her leave.

Before Melissa could focus too much on it, Y/N enters the lounge followed by Janine. The red heads attention is quickly placed onto the younger woman as she takes her place next to Janine in front of the vending machine. The camera zooms into Melissa’s face before panning over to Y/N’s and back again only to be caught by the Italian herself and met with a stare.

“Welcome back, Kid. Hope your fingertips are still intact.” Melissa levels at Janine who meets her with raised eyebrows.

“Why would my-” Janine begins before an elbow to the side takes her attention. She turns her head towards Y/N and furrows her brows “did I miss something important again?” Both women stare at each other for a moment too long before Janine’s eyes widen.

“Y-yeah, of course my fingertips are fine, y’know because I didn’t burn them off while I was fussing with the coffee machine. That’s not to say I didn’t burn myself, I did of course because of the heat that was coming off the machine when I was fixing it, like I do. I love to fix things, hence why I, of course, fixed the over-heating coffee machine. We, teachers, love coffee, couldn’t imagine what the day-” Janine’s rambling is cut off again by an elbow to the side. She cringes a bit at herself when she sees Melissa frown and furrowed brows. Thankfully, Barbara enters the room and takes the attention off of the two younger women. And by some god sent miracle, the situation is not brought up again. After a, slightly concerned, ‘thank you’ nod from Melissa on her way out of the lounge.

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The next incident happens not many days later, when Melissa’s car pops a tire. As Jacob tries to defend his switch to green bubbles, Janine still taken aback there is a groupchat she is not privy to, Melissa angrily huffs before tossing Jacobs phone on the floor. The phone hits the floor and Y/N enters the lounge.

“Whoa, what’s that about?’ She hesitantly asks scanning the faces in the room. Melissa huffs again before turning toward Y/N.

“Thanks to Jacob’s stupid green bubbles, I hit a pothole on the way to work. Now my tires blown.” She glares at Jacob as she finishes her sentence. Jacob raises his hands, ready to defend himself and his new phone now securely in his pocket and safely away from Melissa. Thankfully time grants Jacob some mercy as the clock warns them its nearly time for school to start.

“Got to go, we’ll talk later-” Jacob chooses peace, rushing out of the room to his classroom.

A slight silence follows his departure before Y/N turns to face Melissa, “What was that about your car?” Y/n questions as she starts to follow Melissa as she grabs her things and starts heading out the door.

“My tires blown. Lucky it didn’t send me off the road.” Melissa huffs and as the woman walk in pace to her classroom.

“With peace and love, why were you even on your phone?” Y/n chuckles and can’t help but furrow her brows. Melissa lightly their shoulders with a sarcastic ‘haha’.

“Right, the lesson we SHOULD be taking from this is the cities poor budgeting.” Y/n jokes, shaking her head before waving Melissa goodbye to get to work herself. Besides who knows how to change a tire? Triple A or some shit was needed.

As Melissa entered her room smirking slightly at the conversation, the cameras pan down the hall just in time to see Y/n rush out the doors of the school

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Since Y/n couldn’t do much about the tire, she had to go with plan B. Thus, when Melissa walked out of school the following afternoon, she was surprised when she found a gift card to her favorite coffee shop taped to her doorhandle with a sticky note attached saying ‘ sorry :( - Jacob’. She shook her head lightly before getting in.

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A/N: hope you enjoyed!

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #Melissa schemmenti fanfic

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cigarettessmokeandberries · 2 days ago

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Has To Be Enough (Audrey Tindall x reader)

It had been nasty. Audrey came back from Roanoke different, and you couldn’t understand why. Until you saw the news. Audrey’s suffering had now been broadcasted across the country, and even some places outside of it, and the nightmare she lived through etched deeper into her.

Trigger Warning: Anxiety, slight panic attack, depressive themes

A/N: enjoy!!

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Guilt and trauma made her into a new person almost. She was still the same Audrey you knew and loved, but she wouldn’t let you in. She wouldn’t allow you to help. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise - she dealt with all her disappointment by shutting the world out, but that never included you. You should have known something would jolt the perfect fantasy you had built around yourselves. But, you wouldn’t give up on her.

She had been ignoring your calls for days until you settled for sending her supportive messages every morning and night, having the thought that maybe you were overwhelming her. She wasn’t strong enough yet to reach over and grab her phone to call you. She wasn’t only afraid you would ask too many questions, but also afraid you wouldn’t want to give her the time of day after her ignoring you. Audrey wanted desperately for you to come knocking at her door, wanting nothing more than drown her sorrows and have you tuck her in at night. She wanted to be intoxicated enough to talk, to let it out without reliving it, to confess what’s been eating at her for the last week and a half. But she couldn’t. You weren’t going to come knocking and she wasn’t drunk enough to let you in. She was only drunk enough to fall back down into a self-depreciating spiral, only deepened by her head hidden in the toilet.

Her phone beeped again from beside her, bringing her back to the current moment. Audrey groaned and the cool tile pressed into her knees enough to bruise. At least she was grounded. She had had her phone on her everyday, not being able to help herself from scrolling through every article she was in. She was still Audrey Tindal, after all. She just couldn’t separate herself from the sad stories plastered all over the news. She couldn’t let anyone see her so desperate again, not even you. She only scanned your messages when they came in, too focused on calming herself most of the time. You couldn’t blame her for not replying or reaching out- you had seen the stories and the found footage released. It was horrifying just to watch and you couldn’t imagine the pain and suffering the mere memory would bring Audrey. All you can hope is that she would accept your reaching hand, seeing it as a calming gesture rather than a pitied one. But, Audrey wasn’t worried about pity, she didn’t care for once. She was too busy stuck in those moments that only paused with a fleeting thought of calling you for comfort that was quickly followed by more violent thoughts.

Audrey groaned over the toilet bowl again lifting her head and reaching for her phone. She was close to smashing it if one more ignorant article got posted. It wasn’t an article. On her phone screen flashed your nightly message to her, expressing your concern and blah blah blah. She didn’t mean to ignore what you were saying, her head was just too full with the moment she was tied up and the ache of her gums was still present. Almost as if she wasn’t meant to forgot any of it, not a second. For a moment, she felt like a fern growing towards the sunlight. She was yearning for a moment but it quickly faded as the message dinged again on her home screen , feeling like a screech inside her skull. She dropped her phone back on the floor next to her and leaned her head onto the toilet, too busy trying not to throw up to care about germs.

You had never felt such fear when another week passed and no word for Audrey. All thoughts of support left your mind as you begin to send more worried texts, all but begging her to answer. When no word came the next night, you grew all caution to the wind and started for Audrey house. It felt invasive to show up unannounced and you were about to warn her of your plans , worried she wasn’t even checking her phone. As you picked up your phone to text, her name flashed across your screen. You had never moved as fast as you answered her call.

“Hello? Audrey?” You questioned when she didn’t speak, only her soft breathing coming through the phone. A few more seconds of silence passed before she spoke. Your patience paying off.

“Can you come over?” Was all she said, her voice rough and watery. You had never been more happy to hear her voice, disregarding any nagging questions in turn for your unquestionable support. Quiet rustling following her ask.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You barely heard her quiet reply before she hung up the phone.

Arriving at her door, you foregone knocking and entered her house - having known where the spare key hide. You didn’t feel much guilt over it as she knew you were coming. And you were almost certain she hadn’t left her bed.

Grabbing a glass of water you made your way to her room, this time knocking softly against the door paneling. She turned her head over her shoulder, locking eyes with you before turning back over. You remained quiet and set the glass for later, sitting on the bed rubbing ear arms lightly. For a moment she tensed, The touch almost burning, before she relaxed and let out a deep sigh. You took that as a sign that she was alright for a moment. That was before she turned to face you, tears making rivers down her flushed cheeks. She was trying hard enough not to cry that her cracked lips curled downward with the effort. You spook you head with furrowed brows and she nodded , a silent prayer for a moment. There was no rain outside but the sound of your own heartbeat matched it in your ears.

“You don’t need to talk,” you promised. The moon shone through the window laughing, the gray light entering the room through the gray curtains, nearly appearing blue. Or maybe that was just your mind. The sheets had ridden up at the edges and left the bed a crumbled mess. You stopped you ministrations, knowing the overwhelming feeling of suffocation she must be feeling suddenly surrounded by another person. The tension in your body rising as you refused to let your arms reach back out. She wasn’t reaching any more, but you’d be there when she could.

“I’m afraid.” She spoke a few moments later, her voice raspy from not using it. What for? She didn’t know. Maybe afraid she’d never get rid of the suffocation she felt when she thought back to Roanoke. Maybe afraid that everything would change too much, or maybe that it already had and she didn’t want this routine to keep up. Or maybe she was afraid she’d a mistake inviting you over. She didn’t know how to deal with this and maybe she knew you didn’t either, and that was all she desperately hoped for when she called you. Something to change or something to stay the same. Can’t she have both? Does she have to choose? The thought makes her clench her teeth as anger flooded her veins, red hot. She didn’t want you here and she didn’t need you here. She could suffer alone just as well as she could with you around. And the thought of your being the same only angered her more. Nothing had changed but everything had for her. It wasn’t fair and she wanted to make sure you knew that.

“”No one else has to feel this and I hate you . I hate you so much right now and i don’t know how to explain it. Just- hate.” Her words only slightly surprised you, you hated yourself a little too for not being understanding enough to help.

“You don’t mean that.” You clarified for her and that’s all it took for the dam to break. loud sobs wrecked the already distressed room. You knew now not to touch her and you respected that. She needed something to believe

“I hate you, I hate-“ she choked through sobs, her fist hitting the bed. It wasn’t about you anymore. It wasn’t about her anymore. She didn’t know what it was about anymore. She was angry and she was sad and she was being smothered by the blanket on top of her. She was breathing and it was too much at the moment, it felt freezing cold against the back of her throat- pins and needles. She was panicking but she didn’t know it anymore. Her back hurt, from lying so long or the short breathes she didn’t know. She didnt know anything anymore.

“Hey, hey. Audrey, look at me.” You commanded, knowing the harsh tone you’d taken would be the only way she would listen. She shook her head and kicked the covers off with her feet, sitting up and curling into a ball on the bed.

“Audrey, look. At. Me.” The image of you almost hurt her raw eyes, the light of the moon shining too bright behind you.

“You are here, in your room, right now. That’s it.” Your voice took on a softer note no that you had her attention.

“No worry here, no expectations, just your room” she needed space and you were going to build it for her, brick by brick if you had to. You started to list the things inside her room, her eyes following after each item as she looked around her room.

“Your sheets are coming up,” you finally said as she calmed a bit, her breathe still heavy. She looked at her sheets and shrugged. Your request for her to stand was obeyed d you searched her closet for new ones as she stood in the door, watching. You finally found some in a drawer and undressed her bed before putting them on, smoothing the creases with your hands before a making the bed and inviting her to lay onto the it before turning the fan on. She was hot with anger or choking up on her sadness. She didn’t know anymore. But she knew her room and she knew you. And that would have to be enough. Her chest still felt heavy, yet her heart was missing. It would have to be enough.

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A/N: hope you enjoyed!

#audrey tindall x reader #audrey tindall #ahs fandom #ahs roanoke #american horror story

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Rainy Mornings and Kisses (Miranda Hilmarson)

Summary: Uh, oh! The window is open and rain is trickling in! Miranda is sound asleep and the sound jolts you awake. Morning fluff ensues.

A/N: never posted here

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The pounding of the rain outside wakes you as it hits the open windowsill, something you forgot to close last night before dozing off. For a moment, confusion muffles your brain before you sit up suddenly at the realization. Your feet hit the cold floor and a quiet hiss leaves your lips at the temperature. You walk on tiptoes to the window, groaning at the puddle that had formed under it before shutting it.

“Goddaamit,” you mutter before turning to head to the bathroom for a towel. Your plan is paused as soon as you turn, spotting the other body on your bed and memories of the night before play through your head: Miranda had stayed over for the first time last night and this was the first morning you spent together as a couple without the company of anyone else.

You bite the inside of your lips to block the small smile from your face. The puddle wasn’t so bad now as you think about how you two were too hot last night to sleep without the window open. Miranda continues to snore softly as you make your way to the bathroom, retrieving a towel and quickly making your way back to the window to dry the puddle.

After tossing the towel in the hamper to wash later, you crawl back into bed hoping Miranda doesn’t stir. You get comfortable quickly before slowly place your arm around Miranda and pulling her closer. Miranda mumbles something in her sleep before relaxing into you as you bury your face into her nape. The rain continues to beat outside, almost lulling you back to sleep before Miranda pops up suddenly, jerking you alert.

“Miranda?” You mumble urgently, worried something was the matter. Miranda turns to you still buried in the covers and now looking up at her from the pillows.

“The window-“ she cuts herself off after looking towards the window expecting it to be open still. She rubs her face, trying to get the sleep out of her eyes as you sit up to answer.

“I woke up earlier and closed it. Only a slight puddle,” Your voice is still hoarse from sleep as you place your hand onto Miranda’s back. Her eyes had only left yours for a second to glance at the window and now were fully locked onto you.

“Oh, my mistake,” She finished her sentence by reaching behind her to grab your hand so she can lay back down. She keeps your hand and holds it in hers on top of her stomach. She apologizes quietly and you reach your other hand down the hair off her forehead: running your fingers through it slightly to avoid any tangles from the night.

“I hadn’t got back to sleep yet anyway,” you reply before laying back down facing her, hands still held together.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to sleep,” She speaks over the rain and shifts her head to look at you. You move to prop onto your elbow after switching the hand she was holding.

“Me neither” silence stretches on as your gaze travels over her face, taking in the relaxed features. Her eyes shine slightly still with sleep. You smile softly before leaning forward to place a soft kiss onto her forehead, watching a her cheeks start to color.

“I hate when you do that” she comments but the slight sparkling in her eyes tells you otherwise.

“Sue me.” You smile as she turns over to face you, leaning up as she presses a slow kiss to your lips in retaliation, grinning victoriously when your own cheeks brighten.

“When it rains I always think of you, y’know?” Before she can reply you continue “i think, ‘where is Miranda and is she drier than me?’. Maybe I’m just jealous that you always pack an umbrella or maybe i just hope when we get to yours or mine or wherever we end up that night that you’ll cuddle up to me, and we can listen to the rain together: warm and cozy. Stupid, right? But, you’re cozy.” You chuckle at how stupid that sounds, and yet meaning every word. You lie back down, running your hand through Miranda’s hair before she wraps her arms around you. The warmth of the morning with Miranda beside you leaving you flushed.

“Stop that.” The command in her voice is baseless, the rasp still present, more so to express her feeling the same. “I like when it rains but i prefer the sun. You might be alone in that,” she jests, understanding already that your head is too big to understand that sometimes the stupid things you say are not just words. They mean what you’re feeling. Maybe feeling isn’t so bad- around Miranda that is. You can already tell that sleep comes way too soon and mornings will pass too quickly when you’re around her.

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Hope you enjoyed!

#miranda hilmarson #top of the lake #top of the lake: China girl #Miranda Hilmarson x reader

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