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abbyandersxnswife · 1 month ago

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Look for the Light ── ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

Canon Abby! x reader; apocalypse au!

Synopsis: You and Abby used to be best friends back in the Fireflies, but after her trip to Jackson, she makes it clear she no longer wants to be friends. If anything, she doesn't seem to even like you anymore. However, her actions keep stating otherwise...

Warnings for; Smut, switch Abby! Follows timeline of TLOU2

Word count: 3.9k

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You didn't know Abby Anderson.

At least, not anymore.

Now she was just Issac's top Scar killer, another soldier in the WLF, another person like any other.

You arrived at Soundview Stadium a few months ago with a few other WLF soldiers, your patrol unit finally moving in after guarding a post near the Seraphites Island.

You still remembered the day you first ran into Abby again, surprised to see her returning from the lodge up in Jackson.

You didn't know how high she had climbed in the ranks with Issac then, all you knew then was that your old best friend was standing in front of you, walking with Owen and Mel- and you nearly knocked her over when you ran to give her a hug, burying your face in the crook of her neck, never so glad to smell the familiar scent of pine and vanilla. Abby had been strangely stiff, patting you awkwardly on the back like you hadn't spent nearly two years with her in the Fireflies.

Seeing her gave you hope, hope that you two could talk and make up for lost time, finally have some companionship- but that hope was quickly dashed when Abby made it clear to you that she didn't want that at all.

She had said it later on when you two were alone, your things finally unpacked in the tiny room. You had tried to ask her how she was doing, how Jackson went, if she was alright, but it all fell on deaf ears.

"Listen y/n..."

Abby had said, pausing for a moment, rubbing the back of her neck. It was as if she knew this wasn't a good idea, that the next words were words she couldn't take back.

"I don't think we should be friends, I know we used to be but that was a long time ago- I'm just not the person you used to know."

You had been hurt then, hoping she'd give you more of a reason, but Abby was silent, her once bright blue eyes cold and dim.

If Abby Anderson no longer wanted to be friends, if she wanted to pass by you in the hall like you didn't once know every detail about each other - fine.

Fine by you.

"Y/n?"

You opened your eyes groggily and opened the door to see Nora standing in the threshold.

"Hey, Issac wants you to report to him- says he's got the details for your latest mission"

You smiled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"Thanks, Nora, I'll be there in a sec"

You threw on some clothes before heading out, making your way up to Issac's office.

"Hey-"

You pushed open the door and saw Abby, Manny, and Issac already waiting for you, and felt your heart drop into your stomach at the sight of her.

"Ahhh, y/n there you are, now we can get started. A rogue group of Seraphites attacked a patrol yesterday down by the Eastbrook area- I want you guys to go in and sweep to make sure they're all gone. Bring any supplies you find back." Issac pointed to the map on the table for emphasis.

"Y/n, I know you haven't been on a mission with these two before but trust me, they're good. I can get your old crew for a different mission another time"

"No problem Issac, I can work with anyone"

"Great," Issac said before continuing, "When you return, we'll start drafting our plans to invade the Seraphites' Island, we can take the boats and see if we can defeat them on home territory."

Your gaze immediately darted to Abby, wondering what she thought of the news, but she only stared stubbornly ahead.

"Grab something to eat and then head out, take the truck, Manny."

"Alright, let's go guys"

Manny left, and you watched Abby leave as well, trailing behind them, sighing inwardly at the day ahead of you. Today's mission was gonna be a long one.

"The Seraphites have been growing bold lately"

Manny broke the silence, seemingly oblivious to the tension that lay between you and Abby.

The back of the truck was snug, Manny and Abby on one side, you on the other. Abby was looking anywhere but your face it seemed, and you sat there quietly, pretending like you weren't sneaking glances whenever you got the chance. After all, this was the closest you had been to her in years.

To be fair, you both equally avoided each other at base- she didn't want anything to do with you, so why would you bother with her?

"Yeah well they broke the treaty, if any of them are at Eastbrook we wipe the site and leave"

The air is chilly when you step out, you adjust your jacket and flip the safety off your gun.

"School looks deserted, but best if we just do a patrol of the site just to be sure. Abby, go with her, patrol the inside, I'll do a grounds check first"

Manny walks off, gun in hand, already entering an old school bus parked in front of the school.

"Come on" Abby says, and you follow her as she prys open the front door.

The interior of the school is a mess, the wallpaper of the walls peeling, desks pushed half hazardly into the hall. Sad shreds of streamers hang from the ceiling, every window smashed, the shards glistening on the floor.

You enter a classroom, pushing the door open with your gun.

Your eyes light up at the greenery inside, the schooldesks covered in a bed of moss, ivy hanging from holes in the ceiling.

"It's beautiful-" You say to yourself, bending down to pick up the remainders of the kids' drawings on the ground. You examine one, it's a picture of a house with what looks to be a horse-

"Can you stay focused? We're supposed to be looking for supplies"

Abby's voice cuts sharply through the silence, the only sound the rifling she's causing by searching through the desks.

You sigh and help her, retrieving a roll of bandages and a few packs of old batteries before moving onto the next room.

Abby finds the cafeteria at the end of the hall, and the old shelves of the cafeteria pantry prove to be quite sparse, with nothing but some old bean cans that Abby takes anyway. She's still acting like you don't exist, so you've got a whole lot of time to examine your surroundings.

You hear a creak while searching through the cupboards and pause, listening for footsteps.

"Do you mind moving a little quicker? Maybe your old patrol did things slower, but I'd like to get back to base sometime soo-"

"Shut up!" You whisper harshly, cutting her off.

Abby looks offended, finally training her gaze on yours, but your eyes dart away to the doors of the cafeteria.

"What?"

Abby asks, watching you.

You hear it again, a second creak. You push Abby up against the wall by the lapels of her jacket, her blue eyes wide with surprise. Her gaze darts down to your lips for a second before her arms come up to pull yours off.

"Woah y/n- what are you-"

A loud bang interrupts Abby's next words, the double wooden doors of the cafeteria slamming open as five Seraphites rush in.

"Seraphites!" You yell, dragging Abby down with you to avoid the gunfire.

Abby breaks out of your hold, punching the nearest Seraphite in the face as you shoot the second. The third Seraphite comes running at you, tackling you to the ground, slamming your wrist against the concrete floor. A sharp pain runs through your arm, and you watch as he kicks your gun out of reach. You grapple on the floor together, kicking as he attempts to strangle you, worried about Abby- before a loud gunshot rings out and the Seraphite's body slumps over you.

Abby stands over you, one hand extended. You take it.

The other two Seraphites lay dead on the ground, bodies riddled with bullets. You brush yourself off, but the ache in your arm is making itself more evident.

"Thanks"

Abby hands you your gun but her brows furrow at the way you cradle your left arm gingerly.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

You feign nonchalance as best you can.

"Yeah.. but my arm might not be"

Abby hesitates for a moment, but reaches out and examines your arm. Her touch is soft, a strange contrast to the stoic way she's been acting this whole mission.

"I think medical should check you out" Abby says, clearing her throat. "Come on we should head back to the truck."

Abby steps back and pushes open the doors. You follow her out.

Medical let you go with a brace for the minor fraction on your left arm. You felt miserable, first mission back in the field and injured- you wouldn't be cleared to go on another for at least another few weeks.

You sat slumped against a bookshelf in the library, half hazardly reading "City of Thieves" by David Benioff, ignoring the dull ache in your arm. You'd been doing this for at least a week now, hiding out from prying eyes.

"Y/n?"

Your eyebrows raised at the sound of Abby's voice, and even further when she came over, standing awkwardly in front of you.

"How's your arm?"

Abby asked, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"It's fine, I guess," You replied. "Just reading to pass the time. Medical ordered I "take it easy" for the next two weeks." You rolled your eyes at the last part. The corners of Abby's mouth twitched, as if she was holding back a smile, but you were sure it was a trick of the light.

"That sucks.. what are you reading?"

Much to your surprise, Abby sat down next to you, one muscular arm reaching over your lap to grab your book.

"Hey, City of the Thieves? I'm reading this one right now- no spoilers"

She held up a finger in warning, and you smiled at her attempt to joke.

"Yeah, yeah" You waved her away.

A beat of silence stretches between you, and you work up the courage to break it.

"So.. what did you come here for? We both know it wasn't just to talk about books"

"I.." Abby looked at the floor, picking at the fabric below. "I wanted to apologize for what I said a few months ago.. and how I've been treating you ever since. I'm sorry"

Abby stops to look up at you, and you take the opportunity to study her. Her cheekbones are a little sharper. There's a healing cut across her cheek that hadn't been there before. Her rosy cheeks, full lips, and clear blue eyes- they're the same.

She's still your Abby, somewhere.

But the hurt you felt then, the lack of company you've had, the loneliness you've felt? It's also there, somewhere.

"Why'd you do it then?"

You ask, and Abby's eyes drop back to the floor. She's silent for so long you're sure she's going to just leave, but she answers.

"I thought I'd feel better after I found the guy who killed my dad in Jackson... but, I don't."

You inhale at her admission, eyes searching for hers as she meets your gaze. The softness she finds in yours prompt her to press on,

"I feel like nothing makes me happy anymore, I still wake up every night from reoccuring nightmares about him- and I've pushed a lot of people away because of how angry I feel. Angry that he's left me, angry that killing the one guy I trained for 4 years to fight to avenge him didn't make me feel better, angry that I've fucked up in every relationship with anyone I care about because of it-"

Abby runs her hands through her hair, smoothing down the stray strands of hair in her braid.

"Y/n, I pushed you away because I care about you. I was being fucking stupid back then- and every time after. I wanted to be near you so much but I felt like I didn't deserve it. I'm not a good person. You deserve someone better than me"

Abby hung her head and stood up, ready to accept whatever you had to say.

"That's up to me to decide Abs."

You said softly, and Abby looked up in surprise. She felt both shock and happiness when you hugged her, and for a second she stood still. Was she allowed to have this? To have you, even for a moment?

Abby hesitated for a moment, before burying her face in your hair, pressing you closer to her.

She never wanted to lose you again.

The next few weeks passed by in a blur, your arm healing up just fine. You and Abby spent a lot of time together- eating together in mess hall, going for walks around the crop fields- she helped keep your mind off the itch you felt to get back out.

Lately though, Abby had been acting a little strange, spending more time in the gym, off walking Alice or talking to Manny more than she usually did. You assumed it was nothing though, after all, what else could it be?

"Did you hear? Issac's gonna do a large-scale attack on the Seraphites Island, Manny and Abby got instructed to lead the assault with their chosen squads."

You overhear Nora talking to Mel on your way to mess hall, and your eyebrows furrow. You remember Issac talking about invading the Seraphites back when, but Abby hasn't mentioned it to you at all. Before you have more time to think about it further, Abby arrives and hands you a still warm burrito.

"Hey y/n, brought you breakfast"

Abby smiles at you, and you smile back despite the worry at the back of your mind. She would tell you, wouldn't she?

"Wanna go for a walk?" Abby asks, but you shake your head. You're due for a visit to Medical- you hadn't been needing your arm brace and was sure that with a medical note Issac would dispatch you to assignments again.

The Medical Bay turned out to be quite empty, so you're out with the note clutched in your hand in no time.

You head up to Issac's, past the cells holding Seraphites, and knocked politely on the interrogation door. Issac emerged a dew seconds later.

"Y/n? Oh, a medical note"

While Issac read, you inquired about the rumor you'd heard at breakfast, trying your best to seem casual.

"Abby and Manny are leading the squads in the assault on Seraphites Island right? Would I be able to join them?"

Issac looked surprised,

"You'd have to ask them, they get first pick of who they'd like, then I'll form the rest of the squadrons. Why don't you talk to Abby? I'm surprised she didn't ask you already, I told her about it weeks ago."

Issac's words ring in your ears as you make your way down to Abby's room. You knock on her door for a second before you burst in.

Abby's shirt is off, her dark grey tank laid out on the bed. She's in the middle of drying her wet hair when she sees you come in. You can't help but stare- at her abs, at her white bra, at her unbuttoned dark green cargo pants- and ignore the flutter in your stomach.

You wrench your gaze away.

"Y/n?! What's wrong?"

Abby moves towards you, but you put a hand out. Her cheeks flush when she realizes what she's wearing, or the lack thereof, and bends down to grab her shirt.

"I got cleared from Medical! And uh.. Issac told me you and Manny are leading squads for the invasion against the Seraphites?"

You say, addressing the ceiling.

"Oh.." Abby says, trailing off. She slips on her tank top, stalling.

"I.. I only just found out," Abby lies, "I haven't decided who I want for the squadron yet-"

"You just found out?" You say, angry at her blatant lie. "Don't lie, I know Issac asked you weeks ago"

Abby's tone is defensive,

"Did you ask him behind my back?"

"When were you planning to tell me?" You shoot back, "Were you planning to tell me?"

Abby backtracks at your words, rambling. Her hands raise, like she's guilty of a crime.

"I was- I swear I was, I would have asked you to be on the squadron but your arm was still healing and-"

"Why didn't you just tell me? Forget picking me to be on your squadron, I don't care about that- were you just gonna leave and not tell me? Let me wonder if you fucking died or not?"

Abby's eyebrows raise in alarm, realizing her misstep at identifying what was making you so upset. She sits down, wiping her sweaty hands on her cargos.

"No- y/n, I promise I would have told you, I just didn't want to ruin the peace we were building- and honestly I'm sure I'll be fine, I've done tons of patrols-"

You shake your head-

"Be honest. This is just another way of pushing me away, isn't it? Have you been having nightmares again? Why can't you just be honest with me, what's going on?"

Abby's face breaks, the flicker of conflicting emotions clear to you for a moment. She warrs against touching you, but loses the internal battle. She pulls you closer to her position sitting on the edge of the bed, hands caressing the back of your thighs, unsure of if it's reassuring you or her.

"The nightmares... they never stopped." Abby takes a breath before continuing, "And.. Owen's missing, his patrol partner Danny was found dead," Abby explains, "I keep pushing you away because it hurts that I might lose you. What if Owen's dead? What if that was you next? I don't want to lose you."

Your eyes soften at her words,

"Abs, I'm sure Issac's got people out looking for Owen... and you won't lose me. I may not be as seasoned as you are, but I held my own just fine at the Seraphite outpost for months. Besides, if I go with you, you'll be there to watch my back."

You reach out and cradle her face, stepping a little closer, now stood directly between her legs.

Abby hugged you around the waist, hiding her face in your sweater, voice a little muffled.

"Issac said Owen is a traitor- that he killed Danny to protect.. a Seraphite. I told him it wasn't true, that there was no way he'd do that, that if I could just look for him I'd bring him back- but Issac refused. He wouldn't let me look for him."

Abby looks up at you, a mixture of grief and worry plain on her face. A stray tear rolls down her cheek and you brush it away.

"You're all I have left y/n." Abby whispers.

You crumble like putty in her hands, biting your plush lip as you look at her. Abby felt like she was going to explode.

This whole time, Abby's thought the way she felt about you was one-sided. Even when she was busy pretending to no longer care about you, even when she was staring straight head walking past you in the halls, even that damn school during your first mission together- a bit of her always longed for you.

She had tried to chalk it up to the fact she missed her best friend over the years, that she had a stupid girl crush in her teens, but these past few weeks only served to prove her wrong.

So, when you lean into her, Abby can't resist. She feels like she's lost everything- her dad, Owen- and you're all she has left. Can anyone blame her for acting on what she wants, just once?

Abby pulls you into her lap just as your lips crash into hers, both of you reaching for the other.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you kiss Abby, her large hands gently pressing you closer at the small of your back, and your hands tangle in her hair.

You can't get enough of her, hands pulling up her shirt, running your fingertips over her midriff as she shivers at your touch.

"Y/n? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to-"

You cut Abby off with a firm kiss as you push her over.

"Abs, I want to. I want you"

Abby grins at your words, and pulls you down into her for another kiss. Her hands guide your hips as you grind down on her, moaning into her mouth.

Abby thinks this is the closest she'll get to heaven, and flips you both over, her body pressed up against yours.

"I'm glad- I've wanted you for so long" Abby says, kissing down your neck, moving your shirt aside for easier access. You moan as she leaves hickies on your chest, her hands already undoing your pants, fingers dipping down into you.

"Oh baby, you're so wet for me"

Abby's voice is huskier than you've ever heard it, and you feel yourself get even wetter at her words. She rubs your clit with her thumb as she slips two fingers in, fucking you at a quick pace.

"Abs-" You choke out, hands reaching for her.

Abby smiles, love clear on her face.

"You sound so pretty y/n"

You pull at Abby's hair and she sucks at your nipples as she fucks you. You're sure there will be hickies all your neck come tomorrow.

"Fuck, Abs I'm gonna-"

"Come for me"

You come, shaking in her arms. Abby sucks her fingers clean, grinning at the brilliant shade of red you turn in response. You pull her in for another kiss before murmuring,

"Your turn"

Abby sheds her cargos, climbing back onto the bed. You slide your fingers through her wet folds, eliciting a sigh from her as you sink two fingers in, curling them to hit her gspot. You're maintaining a regular pace when Abby speaks up,

"That feels so good- but can you add another?"

You blink, but smirk as you obey her request. You speed up your pace, three fingers disappearing in her dripping cunt quickly, Abby's whimpers growing louder with every thrust.

"Fuck- y/n, I'm gonna come-"

Abby whimpers as she comes, growing tight around your fingers as she grips the headboard above your head.

You smile at her, sucking your fingers as payback for her earlier stunt, and she just laughs, rich and warm.

"I'm glad we both feel the same way about each other" Abby says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I think we always have" You admit, hands cradling her face before drawing her in for another kiss. Abby's eyes are relaxed, her grin wide. You continue, smiling softly-

"You won't lose me, Abs. You never have, and you never will."

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thewistlingbadger · 11 days ago

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I really like Mel and Jayce's relationship because I think they're a great source of comfort for each other, but they're not endgame for me. They can't be due to the foundation of the relationship. I don't think Mel Merdarda loves Jayce Talis fully and unconditionally and that's completely acceptable. She doesn't have to. Jayce Talis is not there to be her husband. He's there to be her pawn. It just so happens that he was a pawn that she got too close to emotionally, a pawn she just so happened to have some level of care for. So yes, I like them, they're cute, but they're not everything. JayVik is everything. JayVik is coming home to your bed after a long trip that was pleasant but filled with hotel mattresses. JayVik is realizing that you had what you wanted the entire time. JayVik is being too late to save the day but still charging in like a hero.

#i love jayvik #arcane #mel Merdarda #meljay #arcane Viktor #viktor arcane #jayce Talis #jayvik

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megalony · 22 days ago

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Is He Sleeping?

This is a new Tommy Kinard imagine, based on the same idea as my other Tommy imagine Sleep No More. I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Sleep No More

Summary: Things are going great for (Y/n) and Tommy, until Tommy starts dealing with insomnia. And (Y/n) doesn't know what to do when he starts to sleepwalk too.

Enjoy.

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A sigh tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips as she shuffled the covers, kicking them down towards the end of the bed. Her knees curled up and she shuffled towards the other side of the bed, but a discontent sound left her lips when she stretched her arm out in front of her.

She groggily opened her eyes, squinting through the darkness to look at the bed. It took a moment or two for her eyes to adjust to the darkness but she felt a shiver crawl down to her toes when she noticed the other side of the bed was empty.

Why was she alone in bed?

She tried to squint at Tommy's bedside table, barely working out that it said 2:10am. Tommy's alarm wouldn't go off until half past six. What was he doing out of bed already? He barely got up during the night at all, (Y/n) could count the times on one hand when he got up for the toilet during the night because it was something he rarely did.

Her fingers brushed over the bedsheet, smoothing out the creases and wrinkled while she waited. She didn't like going to sleep alone, it was one of the reasons she hated when Tommy had to work nights. She wouldn't be able to get back to sleep until Tommy was beside her again.

When a minute ticked by and turned into two, (Y/n) huffed and pressed her hand down so she could push herself up. Her head spun and white spots danced through the darkness as her body swayed from left to right until she gained her balance back. One hand stayed on the mattress to push herself up and the other pressed against her lower back where the baby was weighing heavy on her spine.

Her feet shuffled against the carpet as she slowly padded out of the bedroom and into the dark hallway she could barely see.

"Babe, everything okay?" Her voice was gruff and quiet, laced with sleep as she peeked over the bannister. No lights were on downstairs and she knew Tommy; he wouldn't be sat watching tv or making a drink or having a midnight snack at two in the morning. Especially not in the dark.

But she couldn't help the gnawing feeling of unease that clawed at the back of her throat and sent her stomach pooling with adrenaline.

Was Tommy having trouble sleeping again?

He had been having a bit of trouble lately when it came to sleeping. No matter what he tried, Tommy couldn't get a full nights sleep. He got a few broken hours here and there, but even after a twenty four hour shift he still couldn't sleep through the night. Working nights only made it worse. Night shifts meant short bursts of sleep, a ten minute power nap in the bunker room if necessary. And when Tommy was struggling to sleep during the night, sleeping during the day was impossible.

It was a good job Tommy didn't do many nights, he was one of the better pilots so he was reserved for day shifts when they had the most accidents needing air support.

Some nights (Y/n) had woken up to find Tommy reading early into the morning. He was an avid reader but this last month (Y/n) had found him going through a book almost every night. She had given him the books she had been saving for his birthday to give him something to do and try to make him feel a little better. He didn't feel as bad losing sleep if he was engrossing himself in a novel.

(Y/n) nudged the door to the nursery which had previously been the spare room, but the lights were out and the room was basked in darkness, save from a slither of white creeping in from the street light outside.

She pulled the door shut again but suddenly froze in her tracks when her ears zoned in on a certain noise she hadn't noticed a few seconds ago.

Running water. The shower.

Why on Earth was Tommy getting a shower at two in the morning? That was only a normality if he had been on a night shift and didn't get chance to wash at the station before he came home. And Tommy hadn't been on shift today or tonight. He had been in the shower earlier this evening before they watched a movie; he didn't have a reason to be getting another one right now.

What was he doing? Had he had some kind of accident or spilled something? Was he that irritated by insomnia that he decided getting a shower was the only thing he could do? Was he that fed up that he needed to start his morning routine right now?

"Babe?" Her voice was still groggy with sleep and came out a bit too quiet as she headed to the bathroom.

Panic flooded her chest and a shiver tore down from the base of her neck right down to the tip of her toes when she opened the door. She could feel a bolt of adrenaline coursing through her stomach, livening up the baby.

The light wasn't on.

The bathroom was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by a faint light seeping through the frosted glass window, presumably from a neighbour's house or porch light. Why was Tommy getting a shower in the dark? He'd never done that before, not even when he had a horrid migraine.

"Baby, what're you doing?" Unease flooded her voice as she quickly fumbled for the cord and switched the light on.

The pastel cream light blinded her and had her squinting and groaning, taking at least five seconds to get her eyes adjusted to the light so she could actually see what on Earth her husband was doing. Confusion, terror and the baby wriggling were the only things (Y/n) could feel when she looked towards the bath.

Tommy was stood in the bath, the left side of his body slumped against the wall and he had one hand cupping the back of his neck. That wouldn't have been such a worrying sight for (Y/n), if it wasn't for the fact that he was still in his clothes.

He had his boxers and his thin black pyjama shorts on. They were sodden through and clinging to his body like a second skin and it looked terribly uncomfortable, like being out in a torrential downpour and coming home sticky and wrinkled and itchy. And when (Y/n) looked down, she realised Tommy was still wearing his socks too. He had never done this before. He had never gotten a shower in the middle of the night, much less while he was still dressed.

(Y/n)'s hand absentmindedly moved to cradle her stomach that was churning along with the baby waking up and wriggling around with panic. She managed to find the will to move and she stumbled forward towards the bath, hands outstretched towards Tommy.

Was he having some kind of emotional turmoil or a panic attack? Had he suffered a nightmare? It had been a few months since Tommy suffered a nightmare either to do with his time in the army or from some of the horrors he'd seen on the job. And usually if he had a nightmare, he would seek comfort in (Y/n), not do something like this.

"Baby?"

When she looked up at him, (Y/n) almost didn't recognise him.

The vacant look in his very constricted eyes was bewildering. His lips were parted just a little, enough to let shallow breaths slide silently into the air, but he wasn't moving or reacting to her at all.

"Baby? Baby, are you okay?" Her hands clamped down on his bulging biceps as she leaned over the tub to try and get within Tommy's eyeline. But her body jolted and a hiss passed her lips when she felt the water beat down on her skin.

The shower was cold.

How long had he been stood here like that? He was going to make himself sick taking a cold shower like this.

(Y/n) kept her nails pierced into Tommy's right arm while she twisted and leaned forward to turn off the shower before Tommy went hypothermic.

Water trickled down her shoulder and arm and she could feel droplets tickling her cheek before she turned to stare up at her husband. He was drenched from head to toe and he was cold, almost as cold as a block of ice.

(Y/n)'s fingertips trembled as she trailed them over his drenched, frozen skin until she had her hands on his neck and her thumbs stroking the razor sharp edge of his jaw. She gave a little shake and tried to tilt his head down in her direction, trying to give some sort of stimulation to get Tommy to answer or just to react to her. But when a thought dawned on her, (Y/n) froze and her breath caught in her lungs.

Could Tommy be sleepwalking?

That was the only explanation she could come up with, other than Tommy having some kind of complete mental breakdown.

He wasn't responding to her, he wasn't looking at her or moving his eyes at all. He didn't seem to register her touch and his pupils didn't seem to have constricted or changed to adjust to the light when she turned it on. It was as if Tommy was completely void of any reaction or any response. If he were having a breakdown, there would have been signs before now, before tonight. Something would have tipped (Y/n) off. This had to be some sort of sleep walking episode.

"Tommy… baby, come on, please. Please, wake up."

What was she supposed to do? Did she try and get him to sit in the tub until he eventually woke up? Did she try and help him get out of the tub? She couldn't leave him stood in sopping wet clothes, she had to get him dried and changed before he went into shock or made himself sick.

But Tommy was a lot taller and broader and heavier than (Y/n). She wasn't sure she'd be able to take his weight if he leaned on her and if he fell, she wouldn't be able to catch him without both of them sustaining an injury or two.

"Oh, baby…" (Y/n) swept her eyes around the bathroom as her lips curled in distaste. She didn't know what to do.

She couldn't very well climb into the tub with Tommy. She wanted to, she wanted to stand in front of him and help him sit down or try and get him out the bath. But if she stood in the bath and she slipped, or Tommy crashed down on her, the baby was going to be at risk. And (Y/n) had no idea how to safely wake someone from sleep walking without causing or doing any damage.

With her hands clenched around Tommy's biceps, (Y/n) pressed her knees into the edge of the bath tub and tried to lean in front of him. His lips were still parted and the faraway look in his eyes was haunting and now etched into (Y/n)'s memory.

She wasn't quite sure what she was trying to do, but a scream tore from her lips when Tommy suddenly slammed backwards.

"Tommy!"

She thought he had slipped. She thought he was about to fall back and crash into the bath or whack his head and knock himself out, but he reacted quicker. His left hand plastered against the wall and his right hand deadlocked around (Y/n)'s upper arm, cutting off her circulation and causing blinding pains shooting through her nerves.

His body tilted backwards until he leaned to the left and his back and shoulders glued up against the tiled wall, sticking to the wall to prevent himself from falling down.

(Y/n) hated the shooting pains coursing through her knees that barged into the bath frame and she tried to keep hold of Tommy, although he was holding himself up just fine now.

It was as if he were a wax work that had come to life.

His body began to tremble and his chest heaved as he gasped for every inch of air that he could get. Droplets of water trickled down his nose and fell from his plump lips while he tried to look around and regulate his system again.

His eyes looked rabid and dangerous as they finally began to dilate and he clicked his jaw into place as he looked around the bathroom.

"W- wh… what?"

Where was he? What on Earth was he doing in the bathroom?

He was freezing cold. His body was wracked with trembles and spasms knocking him back into the wall as his muscles contracted and tightened in waves. He was soaking wet, but when he glanced his eyes down, his nose crinkled and his lips parted.

He was in the shower with his shorts and socks on. His clothes were stuck to his torso and legs and he could feel his woollen socks sticking uncomfortably to his frozen feet. Why was he so cold? Why was he in the shower? What had he been doing before he got in here?

The blood was pumping so harshly in his arteries that he was sure he was close to having a heart attack. It felt like Tommy's skin was coming alive, beating out the uneven rhythm his heart was setting. And his heart, the organ was throbbing and thundering against his ribs like it was trying to claw its way free of his chest.

Tommy tilted his pointed chin down and looked down at his wife who was clinging to his arms with her chest practically glued against his torso. It made for an odd angle when she lifted her head to look at him with eyes full of panic and exasperated, ragged breaths thundering past her lips.

"Can… can you climb out?" (Y/n) could see her words momentairely confused Tommy until she leaned back and gingerly pulled on his arms. Indicating her head down to signal for him to get out of the bath. They couldn't talk or do very much when they were both stood leaning over the bath like this.

Tommy moved his hands to grip (Y/n)'s arms when she didn't seem to dare let go of his biceps. His fingers trembled and tapped against her arms and he continued to gasp for air, but once (Y/n) straightened up and stepped back, Tommy tried to move with her. He clambered over the side of the bath and onto the bath mat and when (Y/n) knelt down, he followed her lead and crashed down to his knees beside her.

"Are you okay? Baby, are you alright?" (Y/n) allowed herself to let go of Tommy's arms in favour of cupping his face so she could turn his head in her direction. He was still breathing like he had run a marathon, but at least he was back with her.

"What… why were we in the shower? What time is it?" Ragged breaths slipped through each word causing him to stutter and caused his voice to come out croaky and quiet.

They didn't usually take showers during the night, at least, Tommy guessed it was still night considering how dim the bathroom looked and the blackness outside the frosted glass window.

Why were they in the bathroom? Why had they- or at least he, been in the shower? What time was it, the window was cast in darkness outside and Tommy wasn't sure he had even gone to sleep. He didn't remember falling asleep. He remembered lying in bed, a book in one hand and his arm draped around (Y/n) who had been curled up inside his side. He didn't remember lying down to try and sleep, but then again, he couldn't even remember which book he had been reading either.

He didn't remember waking up or coming into the bathroom, or leaving the bedroom at all.

"I think you were sleepwalking. Baby you- you were taking a shower in the dark." (Y/n) cupped Tommy's face in her hands, smoothing her thumbs across his cheekbones while she tried to gauge his reaction and see if he remembered anything at all.

"I don't… I didn't…"

All the thoughts running through Tommy's head must have been clear and the panic had to be written on his face, because (Y/n) leaned across and smothered her lips against his. The feeling of Tommy's frozen lips against hers made (Y/n) gasp into his mouth and she could feel how cold he was when she moved her hands to loop around his neck instead. He was like a block of ice.

She hoped that her body heat might just thaw him out a little and calm him down at the same time.

She felt Tommy's frozen cold hands move down to hold her waist and his thumbs glided up and down her hips while he leaned into her. Unintentionally making her as cold as him and soaking the droplets of water into her clothes instead.

It took him a few moments to dare to open his eyes again and look down at his wife. He hadn't meant to scare her. He hadn't realised what he was doing or knew that he had even left the bedroom, but Tommy could see that he had frightened her and it broke him. His job was worrying enough without giving (Y/n) even more frights like this.

"It's alright, baby." (Y/n)'s lips were upon his again, sealing her words with a promising kiss while her hands trailed down his tense, frozen biceps. "We need to get you dry."

Tommy took a second to look down at his sodden clothes again, but he didn't seem to have the will to move.

He tried to loosen his muscles and ride out the tension in his body while (Y/n) held his elbows and coaxed him to stand up. Part of him felt silly. He was a six foot man with more than one hundred pounds of muscle on him, and here he was letting his wife coach him and help him up like he a baby bird that needed taking care of.

He realised he was starting to slip off into his thoughts again while (Y/n) helped peel off his sodden clothes like she was helping a reptile shed its skin. She tossed all the soaked clothes into the bath, they could sort it out in the morning.

Tommy came back to his senses when a towel was suddenly wrapped around his torso and (Y/n)'s warm hands were gliding up and down his arms to get his attention. Her head was tilted to one side and she had a soft smile upon her face that made Tommy's insides turn to mush.

"It's okay." She murmured again and pushed up on her toes to kiss his neck. She was doing her best to calm him down and so far, it seemed to be working.

She gasped, taken by surprise when Tommy suddenly moved. His arms slipped beneath hers and deadlocked around her waist, pulling her flush against his damp, trembling skin. (Y/n) found herself smiling softly and she looped her arms around his neck while Tommy's face tucked up against her throat with his temple resting on her shoulder.

He didn't know why he had just experienced that for the first time, but now, Tommy didn't want to go back to sleep in case it happened again.

If he found his way into the shower during his sleep, what else would be find himself doing?

***

Tilting her head to the side, (Y/n) leaned her cheek on Tommy's shoulder and curled her hand around his arm. She smiled when she felt his lips pressing to the top of her head and allowed herself to wriggle up into his side a little more.

The sofa was inviting and comfy enough that (Y/n) felt like she could fall asleep at any moment, so she couldn't imagine how Tommy felt. Sitting here in her parents living room, both of them sinking into the sofa like this, it must be making Tommy as tired as it made (Y/n). But it didn't seem to matter how comfy, tired or snuggled down Tommy felt, sleep was still his enemy.

"Okay?" She heard him mutter into her hair and she nodded, keeping his arm bound against her chest while his hand stayed on her stomach, rhythmically stroking her bump.

She glided her hand up and down Tommy's arm while her attention shifted back to the tv. They had spent the majority of the afternoon here with Bobby and Athena and were staying for tea. Tommy seemed calm, calmer than he had been all week since his sleep walking episode.

"You good?"

Athena's voice snapped Tommy out of his thoughts and he managed a smile and nodded. He leaned forward a little, moving (Y/n) in the process so he could place his empty cup down on the coffee table.

He had switched to drinking decaf since he started having trouble sleeping, it didn't do much good but Tommy couldn't risk going back to caffeinated and not sleeping at all. He had to try and relax and get some sleep or he wasn't going to be fit for work at this rate.

"Just tired, as always." He was fighting to stay awake when all his body craved was to collapse into a dreamless state. He knew his in-laws knew the struggle he'd had recently.

Bobby had his fair share of sleepless nights so Tommy had tried talking to him to see if he had any tips and advice.

"Are you still having trouble sleeping?"

Tommy dragged his free hand up and down his face and let himself slouch down into the sofa a bit more. He wanted to stay as relaxed and calm as possible so when they went home tonight, he would still feel the same and might just be able to fall asleep for a little while. He just needed a few hours, that was all.

"Yeah, but I haven't wandered since that first time last week, which is good." It seemed to be a one-off incident with the sleepwalking. Tommy hadn't gone wandering again since that night and he had been very on edge every night since then.

He feared where he would wake up and what would happen, but every night when he managed an hour or two of sleep, he woke up right where he started. Right beside (Y/n). It was a relief for them both.

He had still talked to the doctor and got himself an appointment though. It had been the first time he had sleep-walked and he had to tell the doctor in case it happened again and so they would take him seriously about his insomnia.

He still couldn't quite get his head round what he had done. Getting a shower in the middle of the night was strange enough, without doing it in his sleep. And he wasn't one for cold showers either, so he must have been very confused in his sleep-induced state to turn on the wrong tap like that. But a cold shower while he was sleeping was preferable to a scolding one and getting burns on his skin. Although that might have woken him up faster.

"Maybe you should speak to the doctor. Some people sleepwalk when they're stressed."

"I'm booked in for next week, I'll make it until then." Tommy smiled and tilted his head back on the sofa while he moved his hand down from (Y/n)'s stomach to squeeze her thigh.

It was his silent way of ending the panic Athena might be having about him. With his relationship being fractured with his own mother and having no contact with his dad, when he married (Y/n), Athena and Bobby became his surrogate parents. But he didn't want them to worry about him.

He wondered if it was stress or something to do with panic. His job was stressful, but Tommy had always been good in a crisis and he was never overly panicked or came home worried. And he didn't have too much stress in his home life either.

The only thing he thought of that could be stressing him out was the baby. He worried about (Y/n), naturally, but even more so since she got pregnant. They'd tried for a baby two years ago and ended up having a miscarriage. Tommy didn't want that happening again. But surely that wasn't enough to stress him into sleep walking.

He was hoping the doctor would give him some medication, even if it was only temporary. Just something to settle his system and give him a reboot so he started to sleep properly again.

After waking up in the shower, Tommy couldn't help but panic about what he could do next. He might try to cook something. What if he started cutting vegetables and ended up slicing himself instead? Would he even wake up if he hurt himself while sleep walking, or would his mind not recognise or sense it? He had no idea if he would feel pain while in a sleep walking episode or not and the contemplation was frightening.

When the conversation shifted, (Y/n) felt Tommy kiss the top of her head while she nudged her cheek further into his shoulder and cuddled up into his side. She knew he was zoning in and out of the conversation and trying to focus on the movie on tv which was fine as she and Athena fell into a conversation together.

And she knew her dad was in the kitchen, already starting to prepare dinner like he normally did.

"What if we all went out for dinner next week?"

"I think-" (Y/n) cut herself off before she'd properly started when she suddenly felt Tommy's hand tighten around her thigh. Her brows pulled into a frown and she tilted her head back on his shoulder to look up at him.

Had she forgotten something? Did he have a lot of shifts next week? Did they have something planned out next week that she had forgotten about?

When she looked up at her husband, (Y/n) found herself frowning. Tommy's head was leaning to the right, away from (Y/n), but she could see a vacant look in his eyes and his expression looked like he was a stop-motion character that had been forgotten about.

He looked like someone had pressed pause on him.

His eyes were open, but his pupils were constricted and he was barely blinking properly while his lips hung slightly parted. And his hand was clenched around (Y/n)'s thigh, but he was frozen. His arm was tense on her thigh, his hand paused in grip on her leg and if she didn't have her head on his shoulder (Y/n) would have panicked that he had stopped breathing altogether.

"Babe…?" (Y/n) gently uncurled her hand from his bicep to rest her hand on his chest while she lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him properly, but the look on his face scared her.

"Is - is he sleeping?" Athena shuffled to the edge of the armchair she was perched on and set her drink down on the coffee table as she looked worriedly at her son in law.

She had heard of this, but she had never seen it before. Micro-sleeps. Where someone could fall asleep, or at least, their mind would partially shut them down into a state of REM sleep, while they were still up and previously moving about. Tommy's eyes were still open but his body was locked in place and he was taking soft breaths like he had indeed gone to sleep.

This was a way for the brain to catch a small ounce of rest, taking whatever form of sleep it could get when it was desperate. Was Tommy in such a critical need for sleep that his body was taking micro-naps? (Y/n) had never seen him do this before.

"Tommy, babe," (Y/n) gently patted her hand on his chest and started to run her hand up and down his sternum to stimulate him without giving him too much of a shock.

Unlike last week when he jolted awake in the shower, this time, Tommy simply blinked furiously and twisted his head from left to right, looking between them all.

His hand gave a tight squeeze around (Y/n)'s thigh before he stretched and wriggled in his seat. His pupils looked like they were going back to normal and his breaths were ever so slightly elevated.

"Sorry, what- what did you say?" Tommy shook his head to clear the fog that seemed to have rolled in. He had zoned out. He wasn't sure what conversation had occurred while he had drifted off but he didn't like the looks he was receiving.

He looked from Athena down to (Y/n) and his eyes narrowed when he noticed her furrowed brows and how she was biting her lower lip. She was looking at him with such concern in his eyes as if he had just admitted to some sort of murder. He moved his hand from her thigh to curl gently around her wrist that was resting on his chest, and he sighed when the touch seemed to make (Y/n) smile.

But there was still worry laced within her smile and when she looked over at her mum, she could see panic quickly being masked in Athena's eyes. She tried to keep the conversation going and talk to Tommy, both to check he was alright and to try and keep him awake so that little episode didn't happen again.

Tommy had never done that before. Maybe they needed that doctor's appointment sooner than they thought.

***

(Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open and her body jolted forward with a start. Her arm flopped across the bed with a thud and she groggily lifted her head up off the pillow, taking a second to look around.

Why was she awake? What time was it? What was happening?

Those three questions swirled around her head in a flurry while she tried to wake up and take in her surroundings.

The answer to the first question came easily. She was alone in bed, that was why she was awake. She had turned over towards Tommy's side of the bed, but her human radiator wasn't there to cuddle up to like she expected him to be.

The answer to the second question was 1:56am, the red letters on the digital clock flashed out at her like a horrible beacon.

And the answer to the third question was one (Y/n) wasn't sure she wanted to find out because a horrid thought dwelled in the back of her head. If it was this late into the night- or early into the morning- then that meant either Tommy couldn't sleep and was trying to keep himself busy. Or he was sleepwalking.

Panic flooded her system along with adrenaline and she could feel the baby wriggling to life within her when she thought about what Tommy was doing. Her hands pressed down into the bed and she managed to sit herself up, grimacing at how the baby shifted too and weighed heavy on her stomach.

It took her a while to get up and find her balance and when a cold shiver washed over her, she looked around the bedroom. Her hands snatched Tommy's hoodie that was laid on the chair next to the bedroom door and she dragged it over her frame, running her hands over her bump a few times to try and calm them both down.

"Baby?" Her voice carried into the empty hallway as she turned the light on and wrapped both arms around her middle, resting on top of her bump.

She made a beeline for the bathroom since that was where Tommy had been last time.

She wasn't sure what to expect. If he did it before, maybe he would be taking another shower in his sleep again. But then again, that had been a strange incident, Tommy might not do that again. Did sleep walkers always do the same thing when they acted out like this? Was it repetitive or was it random?

(Y/n) still didn't know what she was meant to do in this situation. She wasn't supposed to wake Tommy, so did that mean she just followed him around the house and kept an eye on him until he either woke up or went back to bed? Did she try and wake him gently or talk to him and hope her voice roused him from his state?

They hadn't gone to see the doctor yet, Tommy hadn't been assessed or had chance to talk to the doctor. (Y/n) hadn't had a professional tell her what was meant to happen in this situation.

She switched on the bathroom light and peered round, but she was pleasantly and horrifyingly surprised to see the bathroom vacant.

So he wasn't repeating the same action as last time.

She switched off the light and peeked into the nursery instead, but Tommy wasn't in there.

Perhaps he wasn't even sleepwalking. He could be making a drink. He could be reading a book downstairs, worried he might wake (Y/n) and therefore came downstairs instead. He might be watching tv. He didn't watch tv in bed after (Y/n) went to sleep because they were both light sleepers and the tv would wake (Y/n); something Tommy never wanted to do.

Her hand clung to the bannister as she slowly treaded downstairs, keeping her other arm safely over her stomach. (Y/n) didn't like walking about the house in the dark and she hated coming downstairs in the dead of night.

She was always afraid to find a burglar or see a face staring at her through the windows.

(Y/n) turned the downstairs light on, about to turn and head into the living room, but she stopped dead when she looked to the left.

The front door. It was open.

"Tommy? Baby, w-what are you doing?" Apprehension flooded (Y/n)'s voice as she crept towards the door. She didn't want to look.

What was he doing out there at two in the morning? (Y/n) didn't like where this was going. Tommy was a careful and methodical person, he wouldn't be outside late at night for no reason because they both knew what kind of people would hang around on street corners this late at night.

(Y/n) was always fearful of break-ins and burglars after their previous house had been broken into once before. Seeing the door open and knowing Tommy was around made (Y/n) worry that he had found a burglar or seen someone shady hanging around outside. It made her fear confrontation because she didn't want Tommy getting hurt.

Her hand trembled as she clung to the door and peered round. She didn't want to step outside unless she absolutely had to but she wanted to know what was going on and see if she had to make a phone call to her parents if something was wrong.

The soles of her feet ignited and caused her to gasp when she stepped onto the front step. It was freezing cold outside, and (Y/n) wasn't wearing any slippers or socks.

Maybe a pair of shoes might have been sensible, but (Y/n) was too nervous to think about wasting time and effort. She just wanted to find Tommy and get back inside to bed.

She didn't have to look far. She looked from left to right around the surroundings, dimly lit by street lights.

Her eyes immediately found her husband. He was stood just a few feet to the right of the front door. He was barefoot on the grass in front of the living room window, wearing his pyjama shorts and shirt.

"Tommy, what's the matter? What're you doing?"

(Y/n) found the nerve to pull away from where she was hiding beside the door and step onto the grass. She cringed at the feeling of the wet grass bubbling beneath her feet and how her soles sank into the soil that felt like sticky glue pulling her down.

She hoped no neighbours would be peering out of their windows this late at night and that any security cameras weren't looking this way. It did look rather odd, Tommy out on the front with (Y/n) huddling up at his side in a jumper and a thin pair of shorts that barely covered her inner thighs.

She knew both her legs were quaking and chattering together from the cold and her knees were threatening to give way. As her body started to dither from side to side from the low temperature.

She reached her hands out and clung to Tommy's arm while she looked up at him and took in his state.

He didn't have anything in his hands. He wasn't talking to or looking at anyone. He didn't seem to be doing anything at all except standing here in the dead of night like a statue.

"Oh no." (Y/n)'s voice broke and she pressed her forehead into Tommy's shoulder, clutching his arm tighter as she willed herself not to start crying.

He was sleepwalking.

Why had he gone downstairs and unlocked the front door? Why had he come out here in the middle of the night? What did his brain think was going on? This wasn't something Tommy would do even if he was awake, so why was he doing it now?

She had to get him back inside. (Y/n) couldn't let Tommy stay out here for the whole neighbourhood to watch. He looked like he was waiting for something or expecting some kind of fight to break out. The neighbours might think something was going on or Tommy was having some kind of breakdown.

Someone might think he was stalking the house and call the police.

(Y/n) was going to have to get him inside in his sleeping state or else she would have to call Athena and ask her step-mum to come down and help. She needed Tommy back in the privacy of their home so she could try and wait and see if he woke up as quickly as he had done last time.

Did other people who went sleepwalking normally venture outside? (Y/n) had heard of people driving while they were still technically asleep. She knew her dad said a woman had drove into the station- naked- whilst sleepwalking. At least Tommy wasn't stood out here in the nude.

"Baby, it's cold. Let's go back inside, hm?" (Y/n) pecked Tommy's shoulder and pushed up on her frozen toes to graze her lips along the side of his neck to try and stimulate him. Her fingers clutched at his arm tighter until she was sure he must have felt some sort of discomfort from her tight hold on him. And the way she was trembling was starting to make Tommy dither on the spot too.

She couldn't stand out here for long, it was too cold and too frightening to be out here where people might see them or try and cause some problems.

Would Tommy still be out here if (Y/n) didn't wake up? How long would he stay here if she hadn't come down? Would he have stayed out here all night, would he have continued to sleep standing up or would he have collapsed on the grass in a deep sleep? Someone could of hurt him if that happened or got inside the house if the front door was still unlocked.

The possibilities were endless and too frightening for (Y/n) to try and comprehend. She was just relieved she had found Tommy now, before anything too frightening happened.

She tried to be slow and gentle with her touch as her left hand stayed curled around his bicep and her right arm moved to wrap around his waist and her hand settled on his hip. She turned him to the left with a great deal of effort and ended up pressing her stomach into his side to try and get a better grip on him and turn him with her. He wasn't the easiest to move under any circumstance, especially when he was unresponsive like this.

"Come inside," She muttered into his arm and pulled until Tommy's feet finally moved and he slowly lolled towards the front door. His movements were slow and somewhat uncoordinated, but he was moving and that was more than enough for (Y/n).

Once she got him back inside, (Y/n) pressed herself right into his side, stitching them both together so he wouldn't wander off. She kept her right arm around him while she turned and shut the door hastily behind her, quickly turning the key to look the door. Although it didn't really matter when Tommy had clearly managed to unlock the door in his sleep, there was nothing to stop him from doing that again if he did this a second time.

She didn't know what to do now.

Did she try her luck getting Tommy up the stairs and back to bed? Did she usher him into the living room and wait for him to wake up? Did she wait and see what he tried to do next? Should she call someone?

This didn't feel like it classed as an emergency and (Y/n) would never want to burden the helpline and have them tell her she was being silly. The only person she could call was her dad. This wasn't a health issue that needed the paramedics, Tommy was breathing and moving and not in danger. If he had gone and disappeared or fallen or got hit by a car, then this would be a dire situation.

"Baby, let's go-" (Y/n) tried resting her hands on Tommy's arms as she stood behind him and leaned her cheek on his arm.

But her touch must have done something. She must have took him by surprise or shocked him because his entire frame jostled.

His arms coiled into his chest, his feet stumbled sending him two paces forwards and his head surged down like his neck had been broken. (Y/n) couldn't help the shriek she let out when a loud "Fuck!" spat past Tommy's lips as if someone had stabbed him.

"Tommy- baby, baby it's just me. I swear, i-it's me." The urgency in (Y/n)'s voice stopped her from bursting into tears as she took a step back and held her hands out in front of her.

She watched Tommy thunder as he turned around, eyes rabid and looking in every direction while his hands plastered on the wall and the bannister to stop himself from going down on his trembling knees. He was breathing like he had been submerged in water, gasping and spluttering like a fish while his chest rose and fell rapidly which made (Y/n) begin to worry all over again.

Tears began to well up in Tommy's eyes much the same as (Y/n) and he watched her with confusion pooling in his orbs as she reeled one hand to press down on her chest. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down but she could feel the baby twisting awfully in her stomach from the shock.

Tommy looked around as he pushed off the bannister and took a step closer to (Y/n).

Why were they downstairs? Why was she looking at him with such fright in her eyes? Why was his skin covered in goosebumps? Why were his feet sodden and itchy?

"What was I doing?" He almost dreaded to ask and the scratchy tone to his voice made it hard for him to speak clearly at all.

God, what had he done this time?

The last thing he remembered was lying in bed and actually managing to fall asleep. He remembered curling around (Y/n), praying that he could sleep through the night without any issues. He remembered that feeling in his legs where he felt like he was walking on water or running through the air and that strange thought process that happened when he was on the verge of sleep.

How long had he been asleep before he started wandering the house? Where exactly had he wandered?

"Baby…?" Tommy reached out for (Y/n), overwhelmed with relief when she surged forward and gripped his torso and stood in his embrace. He took a second to look her up and down. She was in her pyjamas and had one of his hoodies over the top, but she was shivering. She felt as cold as he did, but the house didn't feel altogether freezing cold.

"Tommy, you- God, you were outside, on the front." (Y/n) moved a trembling hand to point behind her before her hand reached up to cup the side of his neck. "You unlocked the door, I- I found you outside, just stood there."

A croaky sounded left Tommy's lips and one hand moved to tangle in his hair which he started to pull like he wanted to rip the strands from his scalp. He trembled on the spot even as (Y/n) pressed herself up against his chest and smothered her face into his chest. He tried to take deep breaths but all he managed were little wheezes that got somewhat better when he started to focus on the feeling of (Y/n)'s lips kissing his sternum through his shirt.

He could feel her thumb stroking along his jaw and over his pulse point and her other hand circled over his shoulder and moved to stroke his back.

Tommy tried not to grip (Y/n) too tightly, but he couldn't help but dig his fingertips into her hips and he pulled her off balance when he tugged her closer. He could feel the little hitch in her breath when she was fully glued up against his chest, her bump pressing into his abdomen and her face smothered in his chest. But she didn't seem to mind.

She let Tommy bind an arm tightly around her waist with his hand clutching her hip for dear life. She let his other hand cup the back of her neck and grip her like he thought she was a figment of his imagination that was about to disappear.

Why had he gone outside? What was his mind doing to him? Why did he wander out there in his sleep when he would never venture outside in the night when he was awake and alert? That wasn't part of his natural behaviour. Why was this happening to him?

"It's okay, it'll be okay." She muttered into his chest that she continued to kiss while Tommy grappled to hold her tighter. Until she was almost whimpering into his chest at their crushing embrace.

She didn't know what she could do, but she would do anything to try and make things okay. She could lock the bedroom door and hide the key from him. She would have to make sure he didn't see where she hid it, and it would be a risk in case he tried to break the door in his sleep to get out. But she couldn't lock the door every night, it wasn't a long-term resolution.

She would have to be more vigil at night and keep an eye on Tommy. Any movement, any change in position or dip in the bed would have to alert (Y/n) and she would have to keep an eye and watch him if he went wandering again.

"I'm- I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't… Jesus, I don't mean to-"

"Shh. I've got you, we'll sort this out, I promise."

Tilting her head back, (Y/n) pushed up on her toes and pressed a wet kiss to his lips while she cupped his face in her hands. She felt his hand tighten on her neck, keeping her head tilted up towards him while he pressed down into her like she was the oxygen he needed to keep himself alive. And his other hand left her hip to slide beneath her jumper and feel for the baby and any movements.

He had to make sure this wasn't some strange dream. He wanted to keep himself awake and focused and ground himself with something, and (Y/n) was doing the trick right now.

As long as she held him, he would be okay.

#imagine #911 imagine #tommy x reader #tommy kinard imagine #tommy kinard #tommy kinard 911 #tommy kinard x reader #pregnant! reader #bobby nash

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phantomwitch16 · 7 months ago

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Recently I've been thinking about Hypnos and his position in Hades Hades 2. I've been seeing a lot of posts about him lately so I really want to talk about him cause to be honest, other than Zagreus, Hypnos is my favourite character in both games.

From what I've seen from Nyx's family, Hypnos seems to be the odd one out and too be fair, he quite literally is. Most if not all of his siblings are reclusive, quiet and don't keep in contact, similar to how it was with Nyx and Chaos. But Hypnos is the opposite, being quite sociable, talkative and wants to be around his mother and brothers as much as possible. In fact, that's possibly why he works at the house, likely to be closer to Nyx and his brothers. Which really makes sense, since out of all of his family, he never sees any of his other siblings save for their Nyx, Than and Charon and that was largely due to their obligations to the house. But despite his easy going demeanor, Hypnos is probably one of the most powerful gods in the house, save for Nyx given that he was able to put everyone in the house to fall asleep.

Which I imagine it was quite isolating to be doing his duties, especially since most of his siblings, notably Than, were off doing something else. At least with Than, he had the opportunity to see Nyx and Charon whenever he had the time. Which makes sense since other than sleep and death being two sides of the same coin, there isn't much else that keeps Hypnos connected with his family and its likely what made him want to take a job as a receptionist, despite how bored he generally is at it.

It's sad looking back on first game when he's being talked down to by Than and Nyx for having a difficult time to get the hang of doing essentially two full time jobs. Thankfully by the end of the game, he's managed to become much more capable in managing both jobs and having a better relationship with his family.

But this has made me wonder if working as the receptionist had a drastic affect on him in the second game. He's practically in a comatose state and has been like that since before Chronos attacked, since Mel was a baby and it's one of the biggest questions of the community.

I have a few ideas what could've happened to him and the possibly larger role he many have within Hades.

I haven't watch the technical test and frankly i don't want to know too much until the game comes out on the switch, but i think Hecate was down at the house was partly due to Hypnos' condition and maybe to see Mel as well. Because frankly it would be a large part of concern for everyone to come across Hypnos and being unable to wake him up. So she comes to examine him and while there, Chronos escaped, leading her to escape with Hypnos, Melinoe and the portrait.

As for what could've put Hypnos into that sleep, it could've been possible that he was doing so well before the events of the Hades 2. There could've been a large influx of souls and some additional preparation for Melinoe's birth that caused a lot of tension in the house. Or else, he received a terrible vision. In Greek Mythology, Hypnos had a great connection with handling the visions and prophecies. Mainly delivering them from Apollo or other Gods to prophets such as the Oracle of Delphi, alongside his sons. It could be possible that Hypnos received a vision from someone that influenced him to go into a deep sleep.

With him being asleep since then, it's likely that he's only been sleeping. However, it could be possible that Hypnos could be aiding those who were left behind or helping Mel and the others in the Crossroads? Such preventing other enemies to spawn alongside Chronos or putting those left behind in a deep sleep so that they won't feel pain or be controlled by the Titan.

What i find most interesting is his connection with Melinoe. From the get-go, we're already well aware that Mel looks up to Hypnos and finds him fascinating which makes sense. In mythology, Melinoe was not only had a connection to Hecate and ghosts, but one with sleep, specifically bringing about nightmares and madness.

With this connection to him, Mel could possibly interact with Hypnos in her dreams or wake him from his slumber. Or if those who were in the house were under his control, Hypnos could lull them into a sleep and Mel could wake them up by inducing a terrible nightmare that could shake off whatever control Chronos has over them.

I don't know if Hypnos might still have his old job by the end of the second game but considering with Mel could intercept dreams, I think that he would get a promotion by overseeing her duties or training her in those aspects of her abilities, probably punishing those worthy of those nightmares or aiding him in handing out prophecies.

I highly doubt that all of this would be used in the game but its a nice idea.

#hades 2 #hades game #hades melinoe #hades the game #hades nyx #hades thanatos #hades hecate #hades hypnos

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fadingdaggerr · 7 months ago

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Hii!! I hope you've had a great day!!

So, I had this idea and I can't stop thinking about it, it's like rotating in my brain like a Rotisserie Chicken. IDK if you're still taking requests but I just had to send this.

Anyway, Melissa and reader are in someone else's house (R parents or idk some kind of sleepover with the teachers) and for some reason they can't sleep together in the same bed/room, like they're used to, which is concerning R because Melissa doesn't really sleep well alone.

But Mel tries to ease R saying she'll be just fine for one night, and very reluctantly R agrees.

Well, it turns out she can't. R and obviously a few others in the house wake up to Melissa's screaming in the middle of the night and R runs to her, shes is sobbing, shaking and clutching R for dearlife, just absolutely terrified and not even letting R move. R calm her down and take care of her, like with a lot of fluff and comfort.

I'm just obsessed with R taking care of Mel and being really sweet.

Yeah that's it. I love your stories, they are really really good. And I could only think of you when this thing came out of my brain.

+ I absolutely loved what you did in "Know I'm Alive", I was kicking my feet and internally screaming. (I sent that anon 👉👈) So thanks, I enjoyed it a lot, like a lot a lot, like, if I could I would eat that it.

You're really talented!! <3

by the sun, by the moon

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: request above! | 4.8k

includes: no pronoun use for r, fluff, hurt/comfort, family play fights/sibling banter, r’s family adores mel, probably ooc!mel oops

warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamic (short), attempted violence (short), mentions/insinuations of sex, one outdated traditional value, sleep difficulties/nightmares, anxiety/panic attack

note: please feel free to skip the section that discusses the unhealthy relationship dynamic/violence. it begins after the first section divide with the line “for her entire childhood…” those topics are only explicitly stated there and only referenced one other time. please do not feel as tho you need to read triggering material to understand the story, i tried to make it understandable without having to read potentially distressing content :)

Melissa’s head tips back when she hears you coming back downstairs, having been waiting for you since your mom called during The Real Housewives time. The way you’re watching your feet with furrowed brows makes her fully turn until she’s kneeling on the couch, leaning over the back to get closer to you.

“Something wrong?” Melissa asks, reaching to grab your hand to pull you closer.

You shake your head, “no, no.” Warm hands rise to cradle the redhead’s face, “how would you feel about spending the night at my parents place Saturday? They’re hosting Jonah’s birthday, wanted our help to set up the night before.”

Her eyes widen, “just Saturday night?”

“Just Saturday,” you reaffirm, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. She cautiously nods, barely moving. “We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it, I’m not going to make you.”

“I know, I know,” she says through her breath, “we’ll stay the night.” The kiss you press to her forehead feels heavier than just a silent thank you.

—☽—

For her entire childhood and through her marriage, Melissa slept like a rock. She slept through Kristen Marie’s and Joe’s snoring, her college girlfriend’s sleep talking, her parents having a screaming match so loud the cops got called. Before starting teaching, she even had to train herself to wake up at the sound of her alarm, knowing that being late to the school was ten times worse than being late to JC Penney.

Two years after she finally left Joe, Melissa met Eric.

Tall, charming, nice-smelling Eric with his salt-and-pepper beard always tidy, a covered up Marine tattoo on his forearm. He’d bought her drink after his friend accidentally knocked hers off the counter of the bar, and two hookups later, she was agreeing to a real date. Three months later, she was his girlfriend and allowed him into her apartment. He got to know where the spare key was hidden after a year.

Eric was everything Joe was not. During arguments, Joe would shut down and leave, only returning when he smells like cheap liquor and some other woman’s perfume. Eric always stayed, told her his point of view, listened to hers, calmly told her when she was overreacting. He was smooth, never raised a hand towards her or threw things at the walls. Melissa always knew when she was in the wrong, but he never made her feel bad about it.

Eric was particular. He liked his shirts folded a certain way, beer only from a glass, and silence when he worked. If she was excited about anything, he only ever allowed her to speak about it until he’d lost interest, almost always by the time she paused to take a breath. When he properly introduced her to his friends, his hand on her knee would tighten when she spoke. Quickly, she learned that the tighter the grip, the less she should speak. Four hours at some sports bar and Melissa had only been able to say a total of six sentences. Eric liked Melissa quiet. Melissa became quiet.

He started to prod about meeting her family, and she shut him down. Again and again. The fourth time, he banged his fist against the table, the end of his fork creating a small dent. Green eyes fixated on the dent as he began to calmly explain that he had introduced her to his family, it was her turn. Mumbling those were your buddies got her stuck on her own couch that night, clutching the blanket Nana made her before she started college.

Two months later, she began to slowly bring back Eric’s clothing to his apartment on the off-chance they went there for a night. Grading her student’s assignments began to take longer and she triple-checked the scores to waste more time, suddenly too tired to have sex or even talk before going to sleep. Otherwise, she listened to his rules, spoke when spoken to, cooked when asked.

The morning he narrowly avoided calling her a moron to her face when she made the eggs over-medium instead over-easy, she officially made her choice. That night, at the Italian restaurant he brought her to, she called it off.

“Why?” Eric asked, eyes stone, unwavering from hers.

She took a deep breath, “you treat me like a pet. Speak when spoken to, move when told, I’m sick of it.” Her grip on the table cloth tightened, “tomorrow, I will put your stuff outside. You’ll pick it up when I tell you to, and then you will leave.”

He sits back in his chair, tongue poking at his bottom lip, “and if I don’t want to break up?”

“Too bad,” she shrugs. Standing from the table, Melissa leaves him with the check and the sad excuse of Italian cuisine on the table.

At work the next day, it takes all morning, lunch, and prep to fully debrief Barbara on everything that had been going on. It made sense to the kindergarten teacher why she had yet to meet this Eric fella, but after hearing this, she knew Melissa wasn’t proud of getting herself in this situation. A promise of a wine weekend and greasy food makes Melissa truly smile. Barbara hadn’t realized how fake every little grin had been until now, she missed her best friend.

That afternoon, Melissa came home to the loose brick that hid her spare key ajar. The blood in her veins runs cold. Opening the unlocked door, glass scratches across the wooden floor, crunching under her heels. Every picture frame, the television, the radio, the coffee table, the stovetop, the tea set from her grandfather, all smashed to pieces. Holes were in nearly every wall, the stair railing broken. The entire first floor was destroyed, only upstairs was left pristine, as if nothing had happened at all. Bat in hand, she checks every closet, under her bed, in the bathtub, everywhere. He was gone.

Leaning against the wall, she slides down and sobs. Melissa is forced to make a choice she didn’t want to make. Opening her phone, she calls Joe.

Joe, despite everything he had done, was at Melissa’s house within the hour. In one hand he held a bag from the hardware store, containing new locks and keys, the other hand had his very own bat, nails pounded through the wood. Like he said when they signed the papers, just because he wasn’t in love with her, doesn’t mean he didn’t care.

Three weeks later, after things had settled and locks were changed, Melissa felt more secure. Still every night, she woke at every sound, wind and the smoke detector quickly became her mortal enemies. Bundled in her soft pajamas and thick comforter one night, she finally fell into a hard, deep sleep forced from pure exhaustion.

Paperclips, a screwdriver, and a small sheet of flexible metal are all someone needs to pick a lock and shift the deadbolt. Eric surely knew that, always the smart man, yet never the brightest. Slowly, he moved up the stairs, bourbon fueling his motions as well as his heavy steps.

A particularly loud thunk wakes Melissa, hand flying under her pillow to the bat Joe had made her promise to keep there. Another thump made her jump out of bed and to the side of her dresser with an iron grip around Edith Houghton. When her door opened, she stayed pressed into the corner, hoping she stayed hidden just long enough for him to leave so she could grab her phone.

Liquor breeds stupidity, worsens it when it is already present, and Eric had left to check the bathroom. Quickly, Melissa called the police, shakily texting Joe as she whispered to the operator. At that point, she didn’t care who got there first. She just wanted to be free of him.

She moved to a new apartment before the month even ended. Barbara insisted on cameras, which Gerald installed. Joe insisted on a nailed up bat, which he made himself. Not a night has gone by since then where she didn’t have it within arms reach of the bed.

It took six years for her to sleep again.

—☽—

The light tracing of nonsensical patterns on her abdomen is what wakes Melissa, eyes cracking open to the bright sun peeking through the curtains. She wishes now, more than ever, that she had agreed to the blackout curtains, groaning into her pillow. With the knowledge she’s now awake, several soft kisses press against her shoulder, traveling to her neck. With a sleepy grin on her face, Melissa turns to face you.

“Morning,'' you mumble against her lips, hand traveling up to her hair to separate the knots that you created. “Sleep good?”

The only response you get is a little huff that almost sounds like yeah, her face burying in your neck to hide from the light. You lay there with her, finishing your detangling mission as Melissa’s nails trace up and down your arm. A final, sound kiss lands on the crown of her head before you shuffle out from underneath her, reaching for your previous discarded university shirt and sweatpants. The redhead watches through droopy eyes, scanning over you before your pajamas cover everything she adores.

“Gotta get up, beautiful,” you say through a yawn as you walk out the room, “we need to be leaving for one.” A tiny groan escapes her lips as she rises from the bed, though a small smile crosses her lips when she sees your sweatshirt thrown over the chair in the corner, just waiting for her.

Not even halfway down the stairs, there’s a clatter from the kitchen and a quiet exclamation of fuck. “You’re not even awake and you want me up,” Melissa says as she walks to the coffee maker. She’s met with a small slap on her ass in return, not even caring to be embarrassed of the girlish giggle she lets out.

Whose fault it is that you’re late leaving, who could tell? Between the forgoing packing and wrapping your cousin’s present last night for a taste of Melissa and her lack of pants this morning, it’s hard to say. Nothing that going a gentle twenty over on the highway can’t mend.

Driving up the dirt road, the dense trees thinned and your parent’s yellow house came into view. Your father’s questionably functional truck sits in the front of the garage, your mom and brother’s cars parked close together on the lawn. Seeing the way your hands tighten on the steering wheel, Melissa slides her hand from your elbow to the free hand on your thigh, playing with your rings to calm you. Being at your parents house was always overwhelming, fun, but overwhelming.

Narrowly avoiding scraping the side, you pull in next to your brother’s car. Looking at each other, you and Melissa give each other a nod of we got this. She’d been over here before, she’d been to three family reunions and almost every birthday party, but never had you two stayed the night, always being some of first to leave to sleep in your own bed.

With a little grunt, you hop out of the car and jog to Melissa’s side to open her door. She gives you a half glare when you tap her hand away from helping carry the bags in, you never let her lift a finger, if you can help it.

“Well, look who decided to show up!”

Both you and Melissa jump at your mother’s yell from the porch, bangles clanking together as she widely waves to the both of you. Gravel crunches under her feet as she rushes over to the two of you, immediately pulling Melissa into a hug. Before you were banned from saying it, you used to joke that your parents preferred your girlfriend to their own child. The giant smile on Melissa’s face when she interacts with your family makes it worth it.

Tumbling upstairs, you bring your bags into your childhood bedroom with Melissa close behind. Even with every time she had been here, she loved being in your room. It was a time capsule of your life before college, all the posters of bands and movies still hanging on the walls, trinkets covering every space. She particularly loved the little collection of rocks on your bookshelf, clearly in order from favorite to least favorite.

The bed bobs as you both drop onto the mattress, groaning at the comfort after three hours in the car. You turn your face towards her, leaning to press a kiss to her shoulder, “I love you.”

Melissa leans in closer, “I love you, too.” She watches your eyes flick to her lips, beating you to the chase and pressing her lips to yours softly. It takes every ounce of effort to not moan at your tongue tracing her lip, her hand coming up to grip your shirt and keep you close. Stomping up the stairs makes you both jump apart, feeling like teenagers getting caught, not that the room was helping.

The door opens to show your dad, boots trekking in dirt that will inevitably get him in trouble with your mom. The hand not on the doorknob is over his eyes, “you two better be decent. Ma has lunch ready downstairs and clothing is probably mandatory.”

“Knock it off,” you mumble as you shuffle towards him so he can give your head a gentle noogie. Neither of you were big on hugs, only really being physically affectionate with your partners, but the love is always clear in every fistbump and hand on your shoulder.

You and Melissa trail behind your father as he goes to the kitchen, both fighting laughs after nearly getting caught by your dad. However, the second your mom peers over at the two of you, you both act like you had been silent the whole time, eyes flicking around in feigned innocence.

Lunch is a mismatch of all the foods your mom made for the birthday party the next day, making you all be her taste testers, even if she only really wants Melissa’s opinion as the other cook in the family. Pasta salad, potato salad, mac and cheese, shortcake, even some chicken with her new lemon pepper recipe. You and your brother fight over who gets first dibs on the pasta salad, ending with his wife taking the serving spoon from your hands and grabbing some for herself.

“Act your age,” Kennedy says to her husband, making you laugh, before she gives you a sharp glance, “that goes for you, too.” Melissa turns away to unsuccessfully hide her own laugh from you.

Lunch ends with your mom and your brother arguing over another serving of macaroni, “we need food for tomorrow! Fuck’s sake, Marcus.”

—☽—

Your father divides everyone into groups to set up the backyard. Your mother takes Melissa and Kennedy to help set up the tables and lights, forcing you and Marcus to help your father with the tent, bonfire pit, and yardgames.

Getting all the yardgames for the little cousins was the easy part, even if it took a while because the three of you had to play a game of cornhole before you could do anything else. None of you got a single one in after two turns, making you all set into defeat, the game was agreed between the three of you to be stupid now. With your father taking a break now, getting the tent together was a doomed venture with you and Marcus.

“If you don’t let me hold it up, it’s gonna keep falling.”

“Fuck off! No, it won’t,” Marcus says with confidence, trying to stand the tent all at once before securing it. Four had already fallen, and a job that should only take twenty minutes was taking nearly an hour.

“How is it gonna stay up if nothing’s holding it, huh? Thought you knew everything?” He flips you off and doesn’t answer, continuing putting the spike in the ground, though without the other end being held up, the weight pulls it down again. Giving up, you walk away and attempt to find your dad for something else to do. You stop in your tracks, just step from the patio.

Watching Melissa with your family always makes butterflies erupt in your chest. She used to be so nervous around them, uncharacteristically quiet and meek, but now she’s almost as carefree with them as she is with her own. The sunlight makes her hair shine, and it’s damn near impossible to look away. It seems you’re of similar mind, her head turning towards you, fighting a grin when she sees the dopey grin on your face.

You almost start to walk towards her, but a strong hand pulls you back. Your dad pushes the hatchet into your hands, “you’re on firewood duty.”

“Bu-”

“Nope, you’re not slinking off to your girl. Go chop the wood, Casanova,” he says as he walks back to help Marcus with the tent.

It’s hours before you even get a chance to see Melissa again, as if your parents were keeping you apart. Which they were, knowing that you’d ignore everything you had to do if it meant you got to just look at Melissa. By the time you got back inside, the button up you’d been wearing was abandoned on a lawn chair and you were out of breath. How much firewood does one bonfire even need?

Walking in the backdoor into the kitchen, Melissa is leaning against the counter, her eye on the mixer filled with what will be cheesecake going to your tanktop clad form as she chats with Kennedy. Creeping up beside her, you wrap an arm around her waist and press a lingering kiss to her cheek, mumbling a greeting into her skin before trudging upstairs to shower the sweat and dirt off.

—☽—

By the end of the night, everyone is half-awake and struggling to keep their eyes open as a TV movie drones on. Neither you or Melissa are paying attention, too wrapped up in one another in the arm chair. Legs dangling over the arm, Melissa is seated on your lap, head tucked into your shoulder as you mindlessly play with her hair. The hand on the back of your neck stops its soft ministrations, her breathing slowing as she fights falling asleep.

You speak quietly for only her to hear, “you ready for bed?” She just nods against you, and you tap her legs to prompt her to move. Her hands hold onto your arm to steady herself, wavering where she stands.

“Alright, we’re calling it. Night guys, we’ll see you in the morning,” you announce into the room as Melissa starts going towards the stairs, not trusting her ability to speak when she’s this tired. You get a quiet chorus of night before you walk to the stairs, but your mother’s voice stops your movements.

“Jellybean, could you do me a favor and take the trash out before you head upstairs?” she asks without taking her eyes off the TV.

You internally groan before nodding, turning to Melissa, “go up, baby. I’ll be right there.”

This catches your mother’s attention, immediately moving to face you, “you mean to say ‘goodnight,’ right?”

“What?”

Her eyebrows rise, “you’re saying goodnight, then going to your room. Right?” Melissa’s blood immediately runs cold, color draining from her face. If she was tired two minutes ago, she was wide awake now.

“No...” you say slowly, confused, “why would Mel not also be in there?” You peak over your shoulder to Melissa, giving her a look before your attention is back on your mother.

“So, you’re staying in the guest room? Or is Melissa?”

Your face screws up, “Neither of us? My room’s got a full, that’s fine for us.”

“No.”

“Hell you mean ‘no,’ Ma? Marcus and Kennedy are sharing a full, it’s not a huge deal,” you hear Melissa step down from the stairs, her shaky hand holding your elbow.

“Marcus and Kennedy are married, unlike you two. I know you live together, but my roof, my rules. You know that,” she says matter-of-factly. The other three people in the room pointedly avoid looking at you, not wanting to get on your mom’s bad side.

You argue back, “that’s fucking ridiculous, Ma. We are grown adults, in a relationship.” The arched brow on your mother’s face tells you that you shouldn’t be arguing, but she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know about the panic that is starting to eat away at Melissa’s veins at the sudden thought of sleeping without you, something she hasn’t done once in over three years now.

“No rings, two beds. Don’t think I won’t be checking.”

Not wanting to make more of a scene, Melissa tugs on your arm to gain your attention. Turning to her, you can see the silent plea in her eyes for you to give it up. Shoulders sagging, you let out a grumbled fine. Breaking away from her, you go to the kitchen and roughly pull the trash from the bin. It takes a great deal of effort to not slam the door as you stomp to the garage. When you come back in, you don’t bother saying anything to anyone, just wrapping an arm around Melissa to guide her upstairs.

When you get into your room, you shut the door and lean against it with a huff. The two of you silently change into your pajamas, moving slowly from exhaustion and an attempt to prolong your time together. Melissa turns away to fold her clothes on the bed, and you move to wrap your arms around her waist, propping your chin on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you say, “I’ll stay in here tonight. Not like she can’t ground me anymore.”

Melissa turns in your arms, loosely wrapping her own around your shoulders, “it’s alright, I’ll be fine. I don’t want her mad at you for my sake.”

“Baby-”

“Don’t do that,” she says, though the sigh in her voice gives away her uncertainty, “I’ll be okay, amore.”

Your eyes scan over her face before you nod. Her arms pull you closer, noses brushing before she presses a sound kiss to your lips. Melissa’s arms shift and her hands cup your face, moving your head to press kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and chin, until the sour look on your face disappears.

Tugging her into you, you bury your head into her neck, pressing a long kiss there. From her neck you mumble, “I’ll be in the room right next door.”

“I’ll survive in the guest room, this is your bedroom,” she says, though she doesn’t fully mean it.

“What’s mine is yours. Plus, this one’s more comfortable, you’ll thank me later,” you hug her tighter, “so... I will be next door.”

“I told you, I’ll be fine,” she says. It’s more for her than you this time. Three years. Three years of falling asleep with you still awake beside her and waking up with you already looking at her.

You walk her back towards the bed, getting in with her, though not under the covers. With everyone, especially your mother, you don’t think it’ll hurt to stay until Melissa falls asleep. Her back presses to your front, hand holding yours to her chest, fast beating heart beneath. In a hushed voice, you speak about little things that don’t matter in hopes that it will calm her enough. Slowly her breath evens out, face burying into the pillow as it always does when you hold her like this.

Carefully, you detangle yourself from her and press a kiss to her hair, “I love you.” Stepping out of the room slowly, you leave the door cracked just a little and eye Melissa before turning. At the top of the stairs is your mother, brows raised.

“You better be going to your own bed,” she says quietly, though her tone is hard.

Rolling your eyes, you respond, “I am. Just had to make sure Melissa was asleep first.” You try to go into the room next door, but your mom’s face is silently asking for context, “she doesn’t sleep well. Different place, different sleeping arrangement, it’s difficult.”

You don’t particularly appreciate the dismissive way your mom just nods before walking towards the master bedroom, clearly thinking it was just an excuse, but it’s too late to fight about it. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you can wake up and crawl into bed with Melissa before she wakes. You watch the crack in the door and listen for Melissa until sleep comes over you.

—☽—

Something wakes you just past three in the morning, an ear splitting scream coming from next door. At first, you think it’s just your own anxiety, closing your eyes slowly. A second scream, this time of your name, and you’re springing out of bed, throwing the door open hard enough to bounce off the wall and slam shut. Four steps bring you to your childhood bedroom, rapidly swinging the door open to run in, not noticing the others joining you in the hall.

When you get into the room, moonlight illuminates Melissa where she’s sitting up with a hand gripping her shirt as she breathes in quick, panicked pants, eyes flying around the room until they land on you. Before she can even reach for you, you’re practically pouncing on the bed to get in front of her. Your hands go to her shoulders, her own gripping your forearms, her watery eyes darting around your face. Taking in deep breaths and letting them out slowly, you motion for Melissa to mimic you, trying to slow her rapid breath and heart.

Short gasps become slow, shaky breaths as panic begins to fade and tears form. A whimper of your name makes you pull her into you, her arms gripping your shirt and she cries into your neck. Between broken sobs, only the words window, knife, and everywhere and mention of a him come through, but you understood. This wasn’t the first time Eric’s actions haunted her at night, though it had been nearly two years since she’d woken up in a sweat.

Peeking over your shoulder, you see your parents and brother in the doorway. The look you give your mother is filled with anger and a raised brow that says I told you to listen. The clear fury makes your father pull her back towards their own room, pushing your brother to his. Some level of courtesy hits your mom, closing the door fully before she gets tugged away.

Attention back on Melissa, you alternate between playing with the ends of her hair and lightly dragging your nails over her back under her shirt. You tuck her hair behind her ear, tacky from tears, “you’re safe, Mel. Nothing and no one’s going to hurt you, I promise. I wouldn’t let them.”

Rocking side to side gently, you feel her breathing return to normal, body no longer shaking from tears. Trying not to jostle her, you turn your body to lay down with her, keeping her tucked into your neck with your arms around her. Pressing a kiss to her head, you slide an arm down to grab her hand, lacing your fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, just below your ear.

You squeeze her hand, “you never have to apologize for this. If anything, I’m the one that should be sorry. I should have stayed.”

She sniffled, “I’m a grown woman, I should be able to sleep alone.”

“And I should be able to stand up to my mother about sleeping in the same bed as my girlfriend, yet here we are,” you say jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Thankfully, she chuckles, the vibration on your skin making you smile, “so it’s all your fault.”

“I’ll gladly take the blame,” you mumble as you settle into the bed more, relaxing as you feel the redhead relax against you.

In a sudden move, Melissa props herself up over you, hair dangling in your face. Leaning down, she kisses your forehead, then each cheek, and finally your lips, long and loving. It’s a quiet thanks that she will never owe you.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you more,” you whisper back.

It takes half an hour for sleep to creep back in, Melissa’s breathing growing slow where she rests on your chest, your heart beating under her ear. When she eventually falls back asleep against your chest, you stay awake and trace lines on her back. You’ll gladly stand guard if it means she sleeps peacefully, stay awake if it means she’s safe.

note: solaris write a fic under 3k like u planned challenge good lord man. also thank you thank you for the compliment, it’s an honor to be the first person u thought of to write this. i hope i did ur vision justice <3

as always, feedback appreciated <3

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary #lgbtq fanfiction #lesbian #lgbtq

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 8 months ago

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hi hi hi!! I love your fics so much and i don't know if you're still taking requests but if you are could you write a Melissa x reader where the reader is madly in love with Melissa and everyone kind of knows except for Mel. And when Mel starts flirting with Gary reader starts going on random dates to try and get over Mel, but Mel gets jealous and hates every person that reader tries to date. And their friendship gets all angsty but they of course end up happily together and everyone at Abbott is like "finally took you two long enough"

I feel like saying this has taken forever isn't actually an exaggeration - but better late than never! I hope after all this time that this is at least close to what you were looking for. I admit though, I got a bit indecisive with the ending, so there are actually two and you can pick which you prefer.!

Melissa and Gary are a thing, and you hate it. Worse, you hate that you hate it. You want to be happy for her, you really do, but you can’t help the way your heart clenches painfully every time you hear her talk about what she and Gary are doing together, or apparently the nausea that comes with seeing them together.

Still, you weren’t raised without manners and in love with your friend though you may be, you are Melissa’s friend first and foremost. So you slap on a smile and endure the looks of sympathy from your colleagues.

When you start to distance yourself it’s not because you don’t want to spend time with the redhead, but as an act of self-preservation. Your little Abbott family, who were annoyingly quick to pick up on the fact you were in love with the red head, are also quick to pick up on the shift.

Barb is the first to say something out loud, offering to set you up with a nice girl she knows. It’s unexpected and takes you by surprise. “Thanks, Barb. It’s really sweet of you but I’m not looking for anything serious just now.”

You miss the daggers being aimed at the kindergarten teacher behind your head and in making a break for the coffee machine you also miss the older woman’s raised eyebrow in response to a certain red head.

“So, how many matches did we get?” asks Jacob like it’s some kind of team game, as he comes into the break room to find you on your phone.

It had been games night the night before, but the board game had ended up set aside and Jacob and Janine got you set up on Tinder. Melissa suddenly becomes very interested in your phone screen over your shoulder.

“You really think you need an app to get a date?”

“Well we can’t all have our other halves roll in with our favourite drinks, can we?” you quip, ignoring her jibe. You keep your eyes on your phone, all too aware of the silence that has fallen over the breakroom at your comment.

You jump as Melissa suddenly leans over your shoulder, swiping at your screen.

“She’s too old for you.”

You turn to look at the red head with a raised eyebrow. “Actually, I set the age range myself, so she’d have been just the right age.”

She huffs and you turn back to your phone, and if you swipe with a little more vigour than before, well, it’s certainly not to prove a point.

You manage to set up a couple of dates via the app, but they’re terrible. What you hoped could be a chance to blow of a little steam ends of being up being a few awkward drinks with people who are more interested in their image and talking about themselves than anything else.

Not that you tell that to Melissa. No, as far as she’s aware the string of dates you’ve on have been great.

“Yeah, that’s why you keep going on new ones,” she quips one day.

“I didn’t say I planned on marrying these people,” you huff. “But it’s not illegal to want a little fun!”

Melissa snorts. “You’re not that shallow,” she smirks as she passes you on her way out of the room.

You lay your head on the table, groaning.

“Those dates that bad, huh?”

Your head flies up at the words, eyes wide as you take in Ava pouring a liberal amount of sugar into her coffee. Had she been there the whole time? “They’ve not been great,” you admit. “I don’t tend to well on dates when I’ve never really met the person, never mind barely messaged them,” you admit.

Ava cocks her head to the side. “You let Tweedledumb and Tweedleditzy set up that account, didn’t you?”

You nod, not quite sure where she’s going with this.

“Yeah, you ain’t gonna get dates who just want to do the dirty and not expect breakfast in the morning with something they set up.” She slides into the seat opposite you and holds out her hand. “I can fix that. Gimme your phone.”

She rolls her eyes as you flinch back. “You know what? Forget that stupid app. I’ll get you a date. You’ll love this one. Trust me.”

You’re not entirely convinced you do as she waggles her eyebrows playfully at you, but surely anything has to be better than the dates you’ve recently been on?

You walk in to the bar and for a moment you think that Ava has somehow set you up with Melissa. The red hair catches you attention first, the feminine curves a quick second, but then you realise the hair is not quite the right colour, the curves less pronounced. The description of the outfit matches though so after taking a moment to compose yourself, you make your way over and say hi.

Blue eyes meet yours as she stands and the woman takes a moment to look you up and down as you squirm under the attention. How people can do anything other than blush and stutter under the scrutiny of a beautiful woman you’re not sure. One thing you do know though, is that this woman is indeed beautiful.

“Ava said you might be a little nervous, so got you a drink.”

You thank her, taking a sip only to realise that Ava must have also told the woman what you drank. Your second sip turns more into a gulp as you proceed to down the drink. “Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “Could at least have asked your name before I downed the drink you bought me.”

She smiles at your embarrassment, extending a hand. “Joanne,” she offers. “Jo, if I decide I like you.”

“Here’s hoping,” you smile back, shaking the offered hand.

It’s going well, you realise. The conversation is flowing between you and can’t deny she’s attractive. She seems to like what she sees too if her flirting and casual touches are anything to go by. There’s just one problem. There’s another red head on your mind and you can’t help but compare the two.

Joanne seems to feel your hesitancy. “It’s fine,” she says, her smile turning gentle as she places a hand on your arm. “Ava suggested you might be a little emotionally unavailable, but it’s been a while since I had a date with a cute girl, so I figured what’s the harm?”

“Sorry,” you say, ducking your head.

“Don’t be,” smiles the red head. “Look, we’re here, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“You don’t deserve that,” you say, shaking your head.

Joanne merely smirks. “You’re buying the drinks.”

There’s something about her easy manner that puts you at ease. You look up at her, waiting patiently for you to speak. Ava had clearly told her more than your favourite tipple.

“What’s her name?” she asks.

You feel your cheeks heat up. Here you are, sitting on a date with a beautiful, interesting, apparently endlessly patient woman, and she’s asking about her. “Melissa,” you say in all but a whisper.

“Let me guess,” smirks the other woman. “Red head, my kinda age?”

Your blush only deepens.

Joanne chuckles. “Ava ain’t subtle, honey. But you know you gotta move on before your little heart breaks even more.”

The hand that had been resting on your arm moves to cup your cheek as she leans in to kiss you. It’s nice. It’s really nice. And for a moment, you find you’re not thinking about Melissa.

“Well fuck,” sighs Melissa, halting in her steps. She stands, unable to look away as she sees you in the bar, clearly on a date. For a moment, she’s not sure what to do. She had been on her way to your apartment, but she can hardly interrupt your night now. “What a shitty end to a shitty night,” she breathes, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets as she turns on her heel and heads home, her steps much less determined than they had been.

When Monday rolls around you’re in a better mood than you’ve been in a while. To your surprise, you actually enjoyed Ava’s date. She was good company, and after you were honest with her, it turned out she was also rather good at giving advice. The advice being that you should be the friend you’ve always been to Melissa, after all, it’s not the red head’s fault you fell in love with her. The kissing and light making out was just a bonus, really. A little fun never hurt, after all.

Melissa, however, isn’t quite so bright come Monday. She’s quiet, distracted and when you finally ask what’s wrong at lunch, she just shakes her head and leaves the room. You look to Barb, hoping she’ll take pity and at least cast a little light on the situation.

“She and Gary broke up,” she tells you quietly, her voice low to keep the other’s from hearing.

“Oh,” you breathe. You’re not quite sure what to say to that.

At the end of the day, you look up from your tidying to find Melissa loitering in your doorway. “Hey,” you say by way of greeting. “Barb told me,” you tell her, offering a sad smile. “Sorry to hear.”

She shrugs. “I think I knew it was coming…just, didn’t expect it to happen the way it did.”

You watch as she comes to sit on the edge of your desk. “Saw you out on your date on Saturday. Was actually on my way to yours.”

“Oh,” you say, your cheeks heating up. “Yeah, Ava set me up. She was great but we’re not taking it any further. Or at least, it’s nothing serious.”

“But you looked like you were having a good time, and she…”

You shake your head. “I was…it was…Gary’s an ass by the way, for leaving you,” is what finally comes out.

“Actually, Gary isn’t an ass” she sighs. “Gary called it quits because he asked me if I’d ever say yes if he asked me the question…and I told him I couldn’t.” She drops her gaze, hanging her head. “He knew it wasn’t just my past that meant I couldn’t say yes. He knew my heart wasn’t in it…”

You start putting two and two together and getting dangerously close to four. Gary broke up with Melissa because she wouldn’t say yes to that question. Because her heart wasn’t in it.

“Why did Ava set you up with that woman?” asks Melissa, still not looking up.

Unable to properly see her face, hidden as it is by her hair, you can’t read her expression as you’d like to. Your next words feel important thought. “Ava knows my type.”

Melissa nods, her eyes still on the floor. “Why ain’t you gonna see that woman again?” This time she does look up. “You looked like you were actually enjoying yourself.”

“I was,” you admit. There’s no point lying. She saw you, probably smiling and laughing. “Ava set me up with her because she knew I’d find her attractive. But she also told her I might be a bit hung up on someone else, so that night, when you saw me with her, I was probably talking about you.”

“You were talking about me, with her, while she was kissing you?”

That comment lets you place when Melissa would have walked by. You nod. “When you saw me, that was probably right around the time she told me I should think about moving on if I didn’t want to break my own heart even more.”

Melissa stands and is in front of you before either of you can think. She looks at you for what feels like forever, green eyes searching your face, for what you don’t know. She reaches up to touch your face and you close your eyes on instinct, gasping at the featherlight touch of her lips against yours. Covering the hand on your face with your own, you open your eyes as she pulls back. “I can’t do this if your heart’s not in it.”

“What if it is?”

* Ava

“Well I was gonna ask how you enjoyed my date but I guess I got my answer.”

The pair of you jump at the sound of Ava’s voice.

“About damn time you two got your shit together. If I’d knows all it would take to get you with this spicy white was to put another firecracker in front of you I’d have done it months ago!” She claps her hands excitedly. “Oh this is too good to keep!” She disappears from the doorway, only for her head to pop back around a moment later. “Just no funny business in front of the kids. But what happens in the supply closet stays in the supply closet,” she grins, waggling her eyebrows at the pair of you. With that, she leaves you, the sound of her heels echoing along the hallway.

“Ava!” scolds Melissa, thinking she’s going to have to take disinfectant wipes the next time she ventures into the supply closet. With Ava, there’s no guessing what level of depravity the room has been subjected to.

You know your cheeks are beet red, and you hide your face against Melissa’s shoulder.

“This isn’t exactly how I saw this going,” admits the red head.

Raising your head, you look up at her with hopeful eyes. “But you saw it going somewhere?”

She shrugs. “You seem keen on going on all these dates, how about one with me?”

Biting your lip, you take a moment to just look at her; the slightly shy expression, the twinkle in her eye. Nodding, you lean in to kiss her once more.

“You know I almost didn’t believe her.”

You pull apart to see Barb in the doorway.

Melissa rolls her eyes. “Anyone else wanna come and watch?”

A moment later Janine’s head appears around the doorframe, Jacob close behind.

“Seriously?” snaps the red head, hands on her hips.

Ava returns, a wide grin plastered on her face. “They wanted to come and confirm before I collected my winnings.”

“Winnings?” asks Melissa, eyebrow raised and tone bordering on dangerous.

“Hand it over people,” smirks Ava, hand extended.

“Oh hell no!” The red head snaps into action, heading for the group. “You did not bet on me!” She snatches the notes from Ava’s outstretched hand. “You bet on my happiness I’m sure you won’t mind if this goes towards it! Y/N? Let’s go!”

You look at the hand being held out towards you and are quick to hoist your bag onto your shoulder and follow her. You duck your head and blush under everyone’s gaze but can’t help but grin as your hand settles in her own.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” calls Ava.

The group watches you both go, Melissa rolling her eyes at the hollering they let out as she puts a possessive arm around your waist.

* Barb *

If Barb notices that Melissa is unusually reserved as they order their drinks she says nothing of it. Truth be told, she had only suggested the meal to make sure Melissa wasn’t left sitting in the house on her own on a Friday night, or worse, going out to the bars on her own in search of some company for the night.

“There’s something I gotta tell you,” says the red head, setting down the menu wasn’t even reading.

“You’re not getting back together with him, are you?” asks the Kindergarten teacher.

“What? No! No, I…that’s over and it’s for the best,” replies Melissa. “No, the night Gary broke up with me, I ended up going for a walk to clear my head and ended up heading to Y/N’s apartment, except I didn’t quite make it there,” she admits. “I saw her out on that date Ava set her up on.” She sighs, wishing she had waited for their drinks to have arrived. “And it made me feel…”

“Jealous?” Barb ventures.

Melissa looks up, meeting her friend’s eyes. “I guess that covers it, yeah.” Taking a deep breath, she pushes on. “Anyway, I spoke to her on Monday about it…and I might have kissed her.” Admission made, she looks away, pleased to see the waiter arriving with their drinks. She doesn’t even let him put it on the table before she takes it and raises it to her lips. It’s only when she finally sets her cocktail glass down, half empty, that she dares to look at her friend once more.

What she sees is a gentle smile.

“Took you long enough.”

“What?” she asks, a frown creasing her features.

“You have liked that girl since before Gary was even on the scene,” says Barb.

Melisa’s frown only deepens. “Then why did you push me, literally may I add, in his direction?”

At this, Barb’s smile falters. “I hoped it might make you realise how you felt about her.”

The red head lets out a huff, reaching for her glass once more. “Well that went well, didn’t it?”

“It wasn’t my finest moment”, admits the older woman. “But maybe it’s all finally working out in the end?”

Melissa fidgets with her straw. “So you don’t think she’s too young? Too…”

Reaching out, Barb places a gentle hand on her friend’s arm. “I think she’s in love with you, and I think you like her, a lot.”

Cheeks pinking, Melissa puts down her glass. “I do. A lot. A helluva lot.”

Knowing it says something in itself the fact the red head isn’t making a joke, but rather admitting how she feels, Barb knows this is the real deal. She knows if this goes South that hearts will be well and truly broken, but she’s seen the two of you together. You work well together. There’s a quiet in you that balances out the boisterousness of Melissa. A steadiness that although she won’t admit it, the red head craves.

“I think you could be good for each other,” she says softly. “And no, I don’t think she’s too anything.”

#melissa x reader #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader

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operationandre · 4 months ago

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fav andre hcs?

This is going to be a long list. I’m apologizing for that now. The first headcanons are random, but the later ones are more sad and upsetting. They are separated so no one gets jumpscared by sad Andre.

If you want me to elaborate on any of these or make a post dedicated only to one of them, just let me know! I’ll do it.

REGULAR

- Andre’s love languages are acts of service and gift giving. Quality time is next after those, but it’s not one of his main ones.

- Andre falls asleep early. He falls asleep sometime between 10pm-11pm. Whenever Cal tries to make him stay up later, he either sleeps so late the next day or is pissy the entire time.

- Andre CANNOT tolerate spice.

- Andre doesn’t really like smoking. He only smokes every once in a while with Cal. He hates how he feels after.

- Andre full body laughs. He almost keels over when he laughs too hard.

- Andre has to trust people enough to like physical touch. He likes it from Cal and his mom; he’s a bit hesitant with his dad.

- His grey camo shirt is covered in cat hair, just like most of his dark clothes.

- Andre tells dad jokes constantly which makes everyone around him cringe.

- Andre sucks at lying. He won’t look at you or keep a straight face if he tries to.

- He fiddles with his watch all the time.

- Andre’s very book smart but has absolutely no street smarts.

- Andre is very bad with social cues.

- Andre bites his nails constantly. His fingertips are constantly red and sore, but he can’t stop himself.

- Andre wears chapstick. He will never use flavored ones, though. It makes him feel sickly and the texture is terrible.

- Andre loves being alone. Even when he’s with Cal, he makes sure he’s able to get at least 30 minutes to an hour of quiet time.

- Andre’s road rage is horrible. He is not afraid to use his horn and yell at people when he’s stuck next to them at red lights.

- If Andre is dared to do something, he WILL do it. He won’t back down from it or ask for a different dare.

- When Andre gets really tired, he has a slight German accent that slips out.

SAD

- Andre wanted to live after Zero Day because he’s always been told what a great life he could have. He has always gotten good grades, been involved in school, and got into college. Even if the police shot him, he was fighting for that future.

- He has pictures of Mel and Cal in his car’s console. When they leave the car to walk into the school for Zero Day, he puts them in his pocket.

- Andre loves spending time with Cal’s younger siblings because it fills the hole left by his older brother. Him and his brother were never close so being able to make sure no one else goes through that makes him happy.

- Andre would protect anyone he loves. If someone he’s close to gets in trouble, he gets angry and aggressive to get the attention off of his loved ones.

- Andre cleans his messes up around Cal’s house constantly. Not just things like throwing away wrappers after him or making the bed, but things like washing sheets and the dishes. He feels like he takes up too much space and needs to make up for it.

- Andre always has random facts and thoughts on the tip of his tongue, but rarely anyone wants to listen.

- Andre doesn’t know how to say no, especially to Cal. This gets him into trouble so many times and ultimately ends his life.

- The more Cal mentioned ending it instead of running away during Zero Day, Andre would practice it. He would take an empty gun and place the tip on his throat or chin, finding out the best angle so he wouldn’t have to struggle when the moment came.

#i wrote these quickly so if they’re worded badly i’m sorry #if you don’t agree it’s okay!#long as hell #my work #my writing #zero day #andre kriegman #zero day 2003 #cal gabriel #zeroday #caldre #calvin gabriel #ben coccio #zero day movie #andre keuck #cal robertson

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double-xero · 10 months ago

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ZD Headcanons Part 2

TW Its ZD, yk what to expect.

Cal’s favorite horror movies are Black Christmas and Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Andre has awful acne on his back.

If Bluetooth existed back the. cal would be playing annoying songs in Andre’s car to embarrass him.

They have sleepovers like every other week.

Cal’s smartass mouth gets them in trouble.

When Cal got arrested for having weed Andre probably laughed when he called him from the jail.

“Imagine getting caught.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Their favorite place to go out and eat is either Wendy’s or Burger King. Maybe some local shop or diner.

Cal gets genuinely mad when anyone else rides in the front seat of Andre’s car.

Imagine that one audio where it’s like “AND WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE JAPANESE CHERRY BLOSSOM-“

Andre doesn’t have a close/good relationship with his parents.

Cal tends to show the more violent side of depression. He doesn’t think of hurting himself too often, but he does have a desire to hurt others.

This emotion eventually bottles up and results in Cal biting or cutting himself.

The main reason he even started smoking was the feel happier.

Andre is more prone to isolating himself, which is why his relationship with his parents isn’t great.

He also shows a more aggressive attitude, but chooses to act on hurting others wether it be physically or emotionally.

Andre loves two things: Mel and Cal.

Most of their quality time together is spent driving around at night.

Occasionally they park in an empty dirt lot and fall asleep.

Some of Cal’s shirts were Andre’s. He just won’t give them back.

Andre is a heavy sleeper, he snores too.

Mel is so mean to everyone besides Andre and Cal.

If Andre doesn’t let Mel in his room she’ll paw and meow at the door until he opens it.

Even after Andre and Cal followed through with ZD, Mel still paws at the door and sleeps on Andre’s bed.

Cal doesn’t like his siblings. Once his younger siblings were born he was pushed into the background.

Andre holds Cal’s hand while he’s driving sometimes. Mostly when it’s late.

They usually wind up snuggled together at sleepovers.

Cal sleeps in the funniest positions. The man lays like he’s in his coffin. (Foreshadowing 💀)

If things had been different they would’ve ran away together after graduation.

#zero day #zero day 2003 #andre kriegman #cal gabriel

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fallstaticexit · 4 months ago

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The Landgraab Foundation is known for being the jack of all trades when it comes down to the all mighty simoleon. Perhaps this is the opportunity for Benji to find his place with the rest of the Briar's.

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AN: Annnd we're back! with mods updated, I'm back to updating my stories. Still working on COTF but I have another MM update that I will post tonight! :)

Ami: I never thought I’d say it, but I’m dying to wean Saroi. She must think my nips are made of rubber.

Benji: Looks like everyone had fun at Batuu. The whole family was there.. wow. The kids got so big.

Ami: You do know we were invited, right?

Benji: No, I know... I guess it’s easier to avoid family functions when I’m busy with work.

Ami: And why’s that?

Benji: It’s the dynamic. I was too young to hang out with Mel, Lyric and Sonny and too old to relate to the twins, Amir and Olive..doesn’t help I’m an only child either-

Ami: You want to know what your biggest selling point was for me when we met?

Benji: My good looks? My great work ethics?

Ami: Your big family. I’ve always wanted siblings and cousins, and knowing you had all that and seeing how crazy they were about you made me realize how loved you are.

Ami: Look, I love the dedication you put into your business but I wouldn’t mind seeing you enjoy life outside your office more. Why do you think I stepped down? I can do things like take Saori to her appointments or visit Finn’s class. So our kids wouldn’t be raised by a-

Benji: Servo?

Ami: [laughs] Yes. No offense.

Benji: Speaking of, the Landgraab Foundation called again looking to meet about the merger.

Ami: Are you considering it?

Benji: It’ll expand our customer base to the states, not to mention it’ll save cost by outsourcing material. And.. it’ll take a lot more off my plate. I can spend more time with our family. The kids can meet everyone sooner. I can spend more time with you.

Ami: Then I think you’re making a great call.

Benji: Then it’s settled.

Ami: Should I check on Finn? I have a feeling he’s been sneaking down into the kitchen.

Benji: [yawns] Nah. He’s probably passed out by now.

Ami: [sighs] I love you, Ben.

Benji: I love you too.

Finn’s Inner Monologue: Did you know the best way to get away with a late night snack is to hide the cookie jar in your baby sister’s crib? Works every time!

#missing moments #the briar legacy #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 stories #sims 4 legacy #ts4 simblr #sims 4 community #ah yes good old fashion communication #Orion and Noa should take some notes #to be fair - they're still young #I'll give them that!

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alphajocklover · 8 months ago

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Stereotypical

**hey there! been a while! Hope you don't mind that I take some time between stories. I tend to work when inspiration strikes me so there are going to be some hiatuses. Hope you like this next one. never written anything like this before, so I hope it's sexy and not offensive**

Peter Lee fucking hated stereotypes. He hated how people expected him to be great at math just because he was asian. He hated how everyone saw him as a nerd, and acted like because he was Asian he wasn’t a man. He hated how everyone automatically thought he was into nerdy stuff like comic books and video games. He hated every awful stereotype he was constantly reminded of. What he hated most, however, was the fact that he was exactly what those stereotypes said he would be.

Peter Lee was, in fact, a nerd. He was great at math, and everything else he put his mind to. He loved comics, video games, and practically everything nerdy. Worst of all, he was barely a man. He was 5’8, weighed less than 150 pounds, and according to his one and only ex-girlfriend Mel, had a pathetic micro-cock. Peter Lee was every Asian stereotype in the book. He was even a shitty driver. Peter didn’t love that he was a walking stereotype. He hated how small he was, how nerdy he was, how diminutive and nervous he always acted. What he hated most though was the fact that everyone had to make it a race thing! Yes he was a geek, yes he was asian, but why did he have to be an asian geek? As Peter left the library of his college after another all night study session, he saw a particularly bright star and, without thinking, he wished. He wished, with all his heart, that things were different. Not that he was different. Peter didn’t like himself but he didn’t hate himself enough to change. He just wished the stupid stereotypes were different, so that his own insecurities and shortcomings weren’t a race thing. And, in a flash, everything was different..

Peter woke up with a groan, lifting his head up from his pillow and wiping away his drool. How late had he been out last night? He lifted himself out of the bed, his body heavy with sleep, and made his way over to a mirror. He checked himself out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and inspecting himself in the mirror

Pete gave himself a slight smirk and a cocky flex as he looked over his body. He felt sort of… strange… but he looked the same. Same bouncing pecs, same incredible abs, same handsome face and sexy biceps. Maybe his cock had grown a bit? It was pretty big and always bulging through his sweatpants but it was hard to tell. After looking over himself in the mirror for some time, Pete came to a conclusion: that nothing had changed. He was who he had always been, a stereotypical asian college student. Like all asians he was tall, almost 6’4, incredibly beefy and had a cock that woman and gays just went crazy for. It wasn’t all great being a stereotypical asian stud though. Just like the stereotype he fucking sucked at math, or anything school related. Not that anyone cared when he and his bros went cruising in his sports car, showing off their muscles and picking up some chicks. Who needs brains when you have the ultimate awesome asian brawn? Pete gave an entitled, cocky grin to himself as he strutted out of his latest hookup apartment, a black twink named Trent. Black guys always made for the hottest twinks, at least according to the stereotypes. Peter made his way to the college gym where his 3 best friends and fellow asian meatheads were waiting for him. Pete probably would have been a little embarrassed about how much he and his friends fulfilled the asian jock stereotype… if he knew what the word stereotype meant.

High in the sky, invisible in the daylight, a supernova blazed, another wish having been granted.

#jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #muscle growth tf #nerd to jock #reality change #retcon #asian jock #supernova tf

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brooooswriting · 1 year ago

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Can you write something about Melissa Barrera with a reader who’s shorter than her? :)

Yo shorty

Melissa Barrera x reader

You Met Melissa on the set of scream 6, you were her makeup artist and it was great. She was always very nice and polite, she was on time, didn’t stress you, wasn’t mad if something didn’t work out the first time and was always easy to talk to. You and her were a dream team all of the people you work with always told you which made both of you blush, but truth be told you were a great team. 90% of the time you were the first that were done, there was always laughter filling your trailer and you barely needed a second try on anything by now.

At some point your relationship with Melissa turned into more of a friendship, while everybody else had conversations about the set you were talking about your love life, her family and friends, just everything to the point where your colleagues started shipping you two.

Funny thing though, you have never been with Melissa when she was standing, she already sat in your Trailer when you came back with the makeup you needed and you often left the trailer before her. And due to her full schedule you had never met outside of set, even though that was planned.

The first time was when your co worker had a doctors appointment later that day so you had to change shifts, she would do her make up in the morning and you’d stay on set for fixes during the scene.

It seemed like nobody notified Melissa as she was utterly confused why nobody came running in way too late and hugging her sitting figure as a ‘hello’ and a ‘sorry for the delay’. “where’s y/n?” She asked as she sat down, ready to get her make up done. “We had to switch shifts, but hello to you too” anna, your coworker, grinned as she started with the foundation. “Oh you know I didn’t mean it like that” the brunette joked, sad that she didn’t see you in the morning.

She first saw you that day when you were coming on set, running again because you were late, crushing into her as a hello, your normal greeting by now. Except that this time Melissa didn’t have to look up to you, no she had to crane her neck to look down at you. About 20 cm under her line of eye, were you standing hugging her waist. She knew that you’d be smaller than her but she never thought that you were that small. Her arms wrapped around your shoulder nonetheless, she was slightly giggling while the rest of the cast was awing. “What are you laughing about?” You asked when you finally parted, “nothing, just your lateness” she lied, she didn’t want to point out the obvious. “Very funny” you grumbled as you pulled out a brush with fake blood on it to fix her forehead, the only problem was that even when you stretched your arm you couldn’t quiet touch her forehead the right way to fix the makeup. Jasmin immediately laughed out loud, Mason awed again while Jenna looked at you like she could relate.

This time Melissa wasn’t just giggling she was full on laughing, “want me to bend down?” She grinned at you making you roll your eyes. “Well you can bend down or I can punch you in the stomach so you have to bend over in pain” you deadpanned, Jenna smiling proudly. “Uhh, you got a feisty one Mel” Jasmin laughed again, you turned your head and raised an eyebrow at her which made her shut up and take a step back. “Let’s do my makeup over there” she grabbed your hand and pulled you behind a wall, sitting down on a chair which gave you better access to her face. “It’s cute that you’re so small” she muttered out, it wasn’t uncommon for her to flirt with her but you still blushed and mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ to her. When you pulled the brush away her hands grabbed your small waist, pulling you closer to the point where you sat on her lap, this was new. “Let me take you on a date” she spoke out causing you to freeze, the fact that you didn’t answer made her keep talking, “come on, we’ve been flirting the whole time and I promise I’ll treat you right, I’ll spoil you, love you and I’ll defend you when somebody makes fun of your height” you couldn’t help but laugh out at the last part. “Wouldn’t that be unprofessional?” You asked scared that this might get you fired, “it’s fine, I’ll talk to the producers alright? So can I pick you up tonight?” Your faces was tomato red and you didn’t trust your voice so you only nodded causing her to smile. “I’ll be there at 8”

Your first date was great, you got something to eat and just talked. After that followed 5 dates in the next 5 days, you couldn’t stop seeing each other. Both of you had wanted this since you started filming, you still decided to keep it on the low and not tell anybody right away. At least until your 7th date.

You slept over at Melissa’s, you had drunken a bit and she didn’t want you to drive so you decided to stay, being the gentlewomen she is she wanted to sleep on the couch but after a short discussion you shared the bed. She was nervous, which was pretty cute to you, you had to grab her arm and wrap it around your waist to indicate that cuddling was fine. That night you spent in her arms as the little spoon, due to the cold weather her body heat warmed you perfectly, especially because her body engulfed yours nearly completely.

The only problem was that you forgot to set your own alarm, you woke up to the actress’s alarm. “Mhm, turn that off” she grumbled into your neck her arms pulling you closer by the waist, you stretched your arm out to stop the alarm until you saw the time. “Fuck” you yelled out and jumped out of bed, “what’s wrong?” She asked quickly sitting up too, “it’s 5 am, I have to be there in 30 minutes, we have a conference today” you explained doing the math in your head, there was no way that you would have time to get home and get dressed and you couldn’t wear the dress you wore yesterday for the date, it was way to revealing for work. “It will be fine, you can wear some of mine cloths” she said, standing up and opening her closet. “Everything will be way to big on me” you pouted but it was your last option any way.

So Melissa found a pair of boyfriend jeans that were too short for her and you put on a hoodie from her and your chucks. You looked okay, but you felt awesome as the cloths smelled like her. “I gotta go, I’ll see you at 6 am right?” She nodded as she gave you a to go cup with coffee in it. “Alright, see ya later” you said and stood in your tippy toes signaling her that you wanted a goodbye kiss. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips while her hand rested on your waist, squeezing lightly. After a couple more kisses you finally parted.

You ran towards the conference room at 5:32 am, you were late but at least it was only 5 minutes. “Sorry, lots of traffic” you said as you speed walked towards your seat. “Aren’t those cloths way to big for you?” Anna who sat next to you mumbled out. “No, I ordered oversized ones” you lied keeping your eyes on the producer. Your coworker decided to let it slide this time turning back towards the producer.

When you walked out of the meeting it was 5:55am, “well, I’m gonna go get Mel ready” you said and walked to the trailer where Jasmin and your date already sat. “Nice cloths y/n” Jasmin called after you making you blush, “thanks, they’re new” you lied taking some makeup out of the shelf’s. “Really? I didn’t know they sold hoodies with the writing ‘Barrera’ on it” she laughed causing you to blush and for the first time you looked down and saw her name written on it. “You guys are so cute, but chill I won’t tell a soul” she added and you thanked her before walking to Melissa who was trying to stop laughing.

“You ass! You gave me that hoodie! You knew that your name was on it!” You hit her shoulder making her laugh even more, “well it’s cute” she only said before kissing you softly. “Shut up and turn so I can do your hair” you grumbled out.

“I gotta ask you something” Melissa spoke up as you sat on her couch watching football, “shoot” you mumbled turning your head away from the TV in front of you. “Well, you know that the premier of my new movie is gonna be soon right?” She asked and you nodded, “yes, I can do your make up” you laughed and kissed her cheek but she only shook her head. “No, I want you to come with me… as my girlfriend” she said. You stopped in shock only starring at her. “Your…girlfriend?” You repeated and she nodded. A smile formed on your face, and you threw yourself onto her lap kissing her as a ‘yes’.

Two weeks later you stood on the red carpet with her, her arm mostly resting on your head as a armrest making the others laugh while you grumbled. When the pictures turned serious she hugged you from behind, her arms around your waist and your head tucked under hers. “I love you shorty” she mumbled into your hair. You turned around and kissed her with your hands on her neck, “I love you too you asshole” you mumbled before turning back.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #melissa barrera x reader #melissa barrera #Melissa Barrera x y/n #Melissa Barrera x fem!reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x you

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morgana-larkin · 7 months ago

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As promised, part 2 of ‘Mine’, and you might have noticed that I ended it perfectly for a possible part 3…

It’s a little late since I’ve been extremely busy past couple of days but I’m getting back to your requests. I got 9 to do and the 2 Chessy fics are out under Chessy x reader if you want to check them out. I’m still taking requests for both Melissa and Chessy but please be patient if you send one, it might take a few days to a week before I get to it. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Mine - Part 2

Warnings: LOTS of fluff

Words: 4.3k

You stayed home with little Mel (as you both like to call her) for 7 months until the new school year started. In those 4 months that Melissa had to go to work, you took care of little Mel during the day, Melissa would take care of her during the evening, and you both took turns at night.

One day both you and the baby got sick and Melissa stayed home to take care of both of you. She might have complained a little bit but she secretly liked taking care of you both.

In the evenings were her favourite moments of the day. Where she got home, got to be near you again and take care of little Mel. She particularly enjoyed holding Amelia and just looking at her as she slept in her arms. She always put her in her little rocking chair and on the counter next to the stove while she cooked and gave her a bottle at the same time. Amelia breastfed during the day when you took care of her but then had bottles when Melissa came home.

One day Melissa came home to you sleeping on the couch and Amelia in her rocking chair beside the couch on the coffee table. She decided not to wake you up and just took Amelia immediately. You woke up and got scared when she wasn’t where you left her until you heard giggling from the kitchen. You entered the kitchen and what you saw warmed your heart. Amelia was in Melissa’s arms, playing peek-a-boo with her and Amelia was giggling while Melissa had a huge smile. You knew she would be a great mom, especially with how great she is with her students. You put a hand over your heart and just watched them. After a minute Melissa noticed you and smiled at you. “Hey, Amore. Saw you asleep on the couch so I just took the little Tesoro and let you sleep.” She told you.

“Ya I realised when I woke up and she was gone.” You said and made your way beside her and gave her a side hug as Amelia was in her arms. You both looked at Amelia who was smiling at both of you. She was 5 months right now and starting to babble but hasn’t said any words yet, just sounds, until now.

“Ma” she said and you both looked at her with wide eyes and then at each other.

“Did she…just say her first word?” Melissa asked you and you nodded. Melissa let a tear slip down her face and you gave her another side hug. “I know she doesn’t know what she’s saying yet but it’s still heartwarming to hear.” Melissa said as she began to cry.

“I know, baby. You can cry. Do you want me to take Amelia for a minute?” You asked and she nodded and handed her to you. She then proceeded to wipe away her tears and then kissed you and Amelia on the forehead.

She kept crying and went to go find Kleenex and that’s when you decided to FaceTime Barb.

“Hey y/n, what’s up?” She asked as she picked up.

“I think Melissa is having a breakdown since Amelia said her first word and it was Ma.” You told her.

“She did? Oh that’s wonderful. I’m talking about Amelia not Melissa.” She told you and you laughed. “Why don’t you hand the phone over to Melissa and I’ll talk to her.”

“Alright, Melissa? Baby?” You called her and went out into the living room to find her sitting on the couch and trying to stop crying. “Melissa , here, talk to Barb.” You told her and she took the phone.

“Hi Barb.” She said and wiped a few tears away.

“Hi sweetheart, y/n told me that Amelia said her first word.” She said to Melissa and Melissa nodded.

“Ya, and it was Ma.” She told her and then you proceeded to give them some privacy and went into the kitchen to get a bottle for Amelia.

Melissa came into the kitchen a few minutes later and she had stopped crying.

“Hey Amore.” She said and gave you your phone back.

“Hey Melissa, feeling better?” You asked and she nodded as you grabbed your phone and put it in your pocket.

Melissa looks at Amelia with so much love and rubs her head and runs her fingers through her ginger hair. Melissa then proceeds to place kisses all over Amelia’s face and she giggles. Melissa then blows a raspberry on her stomach and Amelia giggles more and squirms a bit. Melissa touches hands with Amelia and Amelia grabs her finger and doesn’t let go.

“How about you go sit on the couch and I’ll watch over her and make supper?” She says and you nod.

“If you’re feeling up for it.” You tell her and she nods. You hand Amelia over to her and then you leave the kitchen after casting a glance at them.

The two of you spend all summer break together, and taking Amelia out to the park often to meet other babies her age. Amelia starts to crawl around at 6 months old and babbles more and more.

At 7 months old Amelia stood up with help from Melissa and she was shocked and spun Amelia around in the air. You walked in on this and wondered what made her so happy.

“Hey, what made you so happy?” You ask her with a smile.

“Little Mel here stood up, with assistance but she still did it!” Melissa said and you smiled.

“Aw, did she really?!?” You asked and she nodded.

3 days before school started Melissa was freaking out. Amelia was in her playpen, Melissa was pacing back and forth and you were trying to calm her down.

“I mean what if the other children don’t like her? What if they make fun of her or exclude her from the group?” She was saying.

“Melissa, relax, it’s daycare. They said that they always make sure everyone is included.” You told her.

Amelia was starting daycare while both of you go back to work for the new school year, and Melissa wasn’t dealing with it well.

“What if something goes wrong or what if she thinks we’re abandoning her?” Melissa says with a pout.

“Honestly, she’s 8 months old, she probably won’t notice we’re gone.” You told her.

“That doesn’t exactly make me feel better.” She says and you see her whole body deflate as she blows a big breath out.

“Look, I’m nervous too. I’ve never been away from her for 8 hours before.” You say. “But a lot of babies go to daycare and they turn out fine. I mean I went to daycare at 6 months old and look at me now.” You tell her.

“You did turn out great.” She says and grabs your waist and looks at your face with a smile.

“And I have a great relationship with my parents. I don’t feel abandoned at all by them.” You add and she places her forehead on yours. “Now come on, let’s spend these last few days with Amelia before school and daycare starts.” You tell her, and you guys do exactly just that.

On the first day, Melissa was freaking out again. You understand why, Melissa became a mom later in her life while you just started in your 30’s. Melissa doesn’t want anything to mess up or ruin the life she has now and she’s terrified of that happening.

You end up packing the rest of the stuff in the bag for Amelia while Melissa was holding and hugging her daughter and telling her that her mom’s still love her. You rolled your eyes with a smile at her actions but didn’t stop her. When you had to leave to drop her off at daycare you drove there, afraid that Melissa might turn the car around and drive back home.

At daycare, Melissa was basically inspecting the place that Amelia will be all day. The teacher looked at you weirdly but you waved it off.

“I would just let her, she’s freaking out and if this makes her feel better than I’d just let her, or else she’ll never leave.” You tell the teacher and she nods her head, probably used to first time parents freaking out.

You gave the bag to the teacher and started to list off a few things that would help them with Amelia.

“We’ll take great care of Amelia.” She tells you guys and you practically have to drag Melissa out of there to get to work.

Melissa fidgets with her fingers for most of the drive to Abbott from the daycare. You end up playing a song from your Spotify playlist and turn it up and start singing the song.

“Oh Mickey you’re so fine, you’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey mickey!” You sung and Melissa looks at you while singing and smiles. It was one of the songs that you danced with her at your wedding and sung it while dancing. She starts laughing at you when you keep singing and start being crazy with it and you start dancing a little. “You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand.”

The song ended when you pulled up to the school and the next song lollipop by Mika started, you let it keep playing while you two walked in and you started dancing when you were inside. You eventually took her hands and started to get her to dance with you in the front entrance. You know whatever song will play next, you’ll just wing it. You’re trying to keep Melissa distracted (and yourself) as much as possible. Barb walked in the front doors while the next song started and the song that started playing was Ride by Sir Mix-A-Lot.

“I might get banned but I still like butts.” You say and shake your butt a bit and she laughed. You dance with her all the way to the break room and Barb laughs a bit as she watches you. “I wanna ride, Ride, Ride, can I ride Baby.” You say as you enter the break room and everyone turns to you. Ava smiles and starts rapping the song while you keep dancing with Melissa and Janine and Jacob join in and have a little dance party in the break room. When the song ends, Melissa hugs you, breathing a bit faster from dancing. You pause the music and then you guys go to sit down. “Thx for joining in you guys, literally no questions needed.” You joke with them and they laugh.

“Girl, when you play a song like that, I don’t need to ask questions.” Ava says and you laugh.

“Y/n is trying to distract me because apparently I was a little nervous this morning since Amelia started daycare.” Melissa says and you give her ‘really’ look. “What?”

“A little? Mel, you were having a full on meltdown.” You say and she scoffs.

“I was not.”

“You were.”

“Was not.”

“Were too.” You counter and Melissa pouts, she knows that you’ll just win the little argument in the end so might as well just fold now.

You both sit down and Melissa sighs. “Mia Amore?” She says and you look at her.

“Ya Mel?” You reply.

“I miss her and I’m scared.” She admits and she looks defeated.

You get up and go to stand behind her and give her a hug and she leans into your touch. “I know my love.” And you give her a kiss on the top of her head. You keep her comforted as much as possible until you all have to go to the gym to begin development week. “Look, I’ll be right across the hall from you, so if you need me, then come by whenever you need too.” You tell her as you both walk to the gym, hand in hand. She nods to you and you take a small breath of relief, you’re trying to keep it together yourself while also comforting your wife but you hope you don’t reach a breaking point that you feel is fast approaching. During the welcome back assembly, Mel is laying her head on your shoulder and you rub her arm.

After the assembly you give Melissa a small kiss on the lips and then remind her she can visit your classroom whenever she needs you. And she does, 30 minutes later she comes by with a knock on your door.

“Hey Mel, what’s up?” You tell her as you’re writing a ‘welcome back’ message on your boards.

“What would you be doing with Amelia around this time?” She asks you.

“Well let’s see, it's 10 o’clock, so feeding her. Then putting her down for her afternoon nap.” You tell her and you become upset at that. She would be in your arms or in her high chair, sipping on a bottle. During the summer, you switched her to bottle feeding and some liquid food except for right before bed when you’d breastfeed her. As upset as Melissa is, as soon as she sees the tears in your eyes, she’s immediately at your side, comforting you. “I’ve been trying so hard all morning to not break down and to comfort you but I miss her too.” You tell her and start crying in her arms.

“Amore, you don’t have to be strong for both of us. We could cry together.” She says and you laugh a bit at that.

“One of us has to be strong though or else we would have never brought her to daycare. I would have just taken another year off to stay at home with her.” You tell her.

“I guess you’re right there.” She tells you. “We danced to music this morning together, maybe we should do that again.” She offers and you look up at her at that. You give her your phone and she opens your Spotify, she’s scrolling through your songs until she sees the one she wants and clicks on it. You immediately recognize it, 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton. “Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen.” She begins and leads you out to the front of the classroom near your desk. “The folks like me on the job from 9 to 5. Ready?” She asks and you nod. “Workin’ 9 to 5! What a way to make livin’! Barely gettin’ by, it’s all takin’ and no givin’!” She sings the chorus while dancing with you.

You sing the next chorus with her with a smile on your face. She spins you around a few times during the chorus and you do the same to her. When the next song comes on she immediately snaps twice after the first word. “Jitterbug” snaps twice and repeats two more times.

“You put the boom boom into my heart.” She starts singing and spins you. “Left me sleeping in my bed, I was dreaming but it should have been with you instead!”

“WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO-GO! DON’T LEAVE ME HANGING ON LIKE A YO-YO!!” You both sing and dance. And little by little you both feel better.

After the song ends, you bring her in for a hug. You stay like for a minute before she parts back to her class, but not before she says to you, “You know if you need me, I’m right across the hall.” She tells you with a smile, remembering what you said to her earlier and you nod.

At lunchtime you head to the break room and see Melissa and Barb at their usual table. Difference is Melissa has her head on her arms that are on the table, and she keeps banging her head on her arms gently. You walk up and grab her forehead when she goes to bang it again and force her to look up.

“Hey Amore.” She says with puppy dog eyes and the best innocent smile she can do.

“Rough morning?” You ask and let go of her forehead and sit down. Melissa always used to bring your lunch out and it seems she resumed doing that.

“You already know the answer to that.” She says with a pout.

“It’s the first day, I’m sure it gets better.” You tell her and look at Barb for confirmation since she has a daughter.

“It does get better. I know why you’re upset Melissa. I know you’ve always wanted a child and you gave up on that when you thought it was too late and now that it’s real, you’re scared of losing her. But daycare is safe, the teachers there do it every year like we do. And y/n, I know you spent 8 months at home with her and now you’re separated from her. But after a little bit, you guys will begin to appreciate the time to yourselves.” Barb says to both of you.

“Barb is right Melissa.” You tell her and she looks at you. You both go to eat your lunches and then carry on the rest of the day.

After you guys can leave, Melissa pretty much drags you out and to the car. Again, you drive, afraid Melissa might take the street rules as suggestions. You get to the daycare and Melissa bolts out of the car before you even turn the car off. You have to run to catch up to her after turning the car off and getting out and locking the car.

You get inside and as soon as Melissa sees Amelia, she runs to her, picks her up and hugs her. “Hi my little Tesoro.” She tells her and pulls away to look at her face. Amelia looks at her and brings her right hand up and touches Melissa’s face and Melissa smiles at her daughter. You walk up to them after taking a picture of the moment and take Amelia from Melissa and hug her as well.

Melissa carries Amelia to the car with a big smile on her face while Amelia is babbling. Melissa is listening and pretending to understand every word she’s saying. They’re your two Mel’s and you love them both so much.

Melissa feeds her some puréed baby food for dinner and you two play with her the rest of the evening. While you breastfeed her before going to bed, you feel something in her mouth and it pokes you and hurts. “Ow!” You say and Melissa immediately comes to your side and asks you what’s wrong and you pull Amelia off your breast.

“I don’t know.” You say and you take a look in Amelia’s mouth and that’s when you see it. “Oh I see, look at that! She’s got her first tooth!” You exclaim and Melissa looks and has a big smile.

“OMG! Yes! I can start making her little portions of pasta and meatballs and-”

“Woah Melissa, slow down, it’s just one tooth and it’s not fully in yet. We can’t feed her solids yet until she has at least 2 bottoms and 2 top. And even then we still have to give her liquid food more than solids.” You tell her and she pouts. “When she gets more teeth then I can tell you when you can start introducing her to Italian foods.” You say to her and she nods.

“Ok, sorry, I got really excited.” She says to you.

“I know, I can tell. It’s alright, I know how you are with cooking for people you love.”

“Are you going to finish breastfeeding her tonight or are you going to give her a bottle?” She asks you.

“Well considering she’s halfway through, I’ll finish breastfeeding her tonight, especially if it might be the last. I knew she was teething a month ago but it still surprised me.” You tell her.

You both end up finishing the rest of the week with less anxiety than the first day.

A few months pass and it’s thanksgiving day and you have it at your place and Melissa’s and your family comes over. Melissa is holding Amelia while talking to a couple people before you all sit at the dinner table. Amelia puts a hand on Melissa’s mouth and Melissa looks at her daughter and gently bites her hand playfully and her daughter squeals and puts her hand back.

“Ah! Momma.” She says and Melissa freezes and looks at her. She’s already said it before but only saying randomly and not knowing what she’s saying. This is the first time she’s looking at one of you and saying it. Melissa let’s a tear fall and hugs her daughter before running to you.

“Y/N! Y/N!” She yells before finding you across the room.

You turn to look at her frantically running to you with Amelia. “What?” You ask.

“She just called me Momma!” She says and you give her a confused look. “Like she said it while looking at me! Not just randomly!” She says and you smile.

“Oh my god! Really?!?” You say and boop your daughter’s nose and she giggles.

“Mommy!” She says through giggles and you freeze and look at her.

“Did she just call me mommy?” You say and Melissa is frozen as well.

“Omg she knows who is who!” Melissa says.

6 weeks pass and before you know it, you’re celebrating her first birthday on January 5 and Melissa goes all out as it falls on a Saturday. She invites her family and yours and the Abbott crew over to the house. She also invites a few of the families that you got to know at the park to have a few babies that Amelia can play with.

Everyone shows up at noon as you’re trying to finish feeding Amelia some apple sauce, which is her favourite. You dressed Amelia up in a pretty pink dress (Melissa picked it out at the store) and put a little pink bow in her ginger curly hair.

Amelia got a lot of gifts from everyone and while you and Melissa were cleaning up all the wrapping paper, you both glance over at Amelia and see her do a few steps by herself before falling down and you gasp and put a hand over your mouth.

“Omg Amelia, you walked by yourself!” You shout and go and pick her up. “Oh my little baby is starting to walk by herself!” You say and Melissa ran over too since she saw it as well.

You have cake and Amelia manages to get half of it in her mouth and half on herself. After you finish cleaning her up, Melissa picks her up and goes to bring her to the living room when Amelia speaks.

“Momma love.” She says and Melissa looks at her and smiles.

“Yes I do love you Tesoro.” She says to her.

“No. Momma love.” She says again and you look at the interaction and see that Melissa is confused by what her daughter is telling her.

“I think she’s telling you that she loves you.” You tell her and Melissa looks at you then looks at her daughter shocked.

“Oohh Amelia! I love you too!” She tells her and plants kisses all over her little face and Amelia giggles.

After a couple more months, Amelia is beginning to walk more on her own, and speak more words. Not very many words though, she’s only able to speak a small amount of words and no more than 2-3 at a time.

It’s gotten easier for you guys to bring her to daycare and leave her there while you go to work. You both already know that you’re going to enroll her at Abbott in a few years for kindergarten.

Until then, you’re all happy right now with where you’re at and sometimes you pick Amelia up a little later while you and Melissa have a little alone time together before picking her up as you have until 5.

In middle of May, you’re in the bathroom and staring at the white stick in your hand with a positive sign on it. You look at the other two as they say the same thing. You’re pregnant. You walk out of the bathroom and go to where you’re almost 18 month old daughter and your wife is playing blocks together.

“Hey Melissa.” You tell her and she looks up at you. “Do you mind going into the bathroom to go get something on top of the cupboard for me?”

“Sure what do you need?” She tells you and gets up. You totally forgot what’s there, oh right bandaids.

“Just a bandaid, got a paper cut earlier.” You tell her and she goes into the bathroom where you conveniently left the 3 pregnancy tests out on the counter.

You see her go in and 3 seconds later you hear her scream and then her running out holding them.

“OMG! You’re pregnant?!?” She asks you and you nod with watery eyes as she hugs you tightly. She then goes and hugs your stomach and then kisses it. “Hey little one, I’m gonna be your momma.” She says to your stomach and you giggle. She then runs over to Amelia and picks her up and hugs her, before bringing her over to you and you do a hug with Amelia in the middle. “I’m so glad I got a 3 bedroom house.” Melissa says and you laugh.

“What if it’s twins?” You tell her and she freezes before looking at you and narrows her eyebrows at you in question and you just shrug.

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