#Melissa Schemmenti x reader

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I was finally able to finish my first Mel fic🥹 it was inspired by this song

Masterpiece

Melissa Schemmenti x artist!fem!reader

Summary: After a long day of renovations in Abbot, your creative ego was offended, and Melissa decided to show you exactly how much she loves and supports you.

Warnings: Smut 👀😏

"Ava?! Are you serious?!" The teachers exclaimed.

It all started just a week before the start of the school year. Principal Coleman started the staff meeting with tales about her summer vacation, but then suddenly hit the teachers with the news about classroom renovation. No one expected those news...

"Absolutely. The district won't give us any money to hire the workers. We don't have enough budget for that, and you all keep complaining about how shitty your classrooms look. So we only have two options. You can all continue to teach without any renovation, or you can paint the walls by yourself." Ava shrugged. "I will purchase the cheap supplies, and you have the whole week to do it. It's like a hella amount of time."

"Ava, that's ridiculous!" Janine exclaimed. "This week is for the preparations, not for painting the walls! Are you telling every one teacher to paint their classroom by themselves?"

"You can share if you want extra work, dummy..." Ava rolled her eyes. "Or you can ask your imaginary friends to come and help you for free. You decide what you want to do, I don't care. The meeting is over."

With that, principal Coleman left the gym. But the problem stayed. The classrooms needed to be painted, and the teachers had to decide what they're gonna do next.

"I can't believe Ava did that to us..." Janine sadly told the group of coworkers.

"Did you expect somethin' else from Miss 'I spent the month drunk in the five-star hitel's pool'? Or did you want some actual decisions from Miss 'I lost my Gucci sunglasses in the hookah bar in Vegas'? Both of them are our irresponsible boss, don't forget that." Melissa chuckled, scrolling her phone.

"Well, Ava did actually offer a solution. I definitely would not paint my walls alone... I'll ask Gerald for help." Barbara shook her head.

"That's brilliant, I'll ask my girlfriend. I think she's free for this week." Melissa said, putting her glasses away.

"Well, you're lucky. You have partners! I gotta do it all by myself..." Jacob threw his hands in the air.

"Oh my God! I have a boyfriend too!" Janine almost jumped in excitement.

"Um...I'm sorry to ruin your expectations, but I also have a classroom to paint..." Gregory said softly. "B-but I can help you when I'm done!" He tried to cheer Janine up.

"Okay, I'm tired of this whole thing, I'm goin' home. See yous tomorrow when all this execution will start. Barb, do you need a lift?" Melissa stood up, gathering her bag and jacket.

"Thank you, dear!" Barbara followed her friend. "Goodbye, everyone!"

The next day, the teachers gathered in the school. They were moving chairs and desks, putting boxes with books and materials away from the classrooms to prepare everything for the renovation. Ava asked Mr. Johnson to deliver buckets of paint, brushes, and paint rollers to the teachers so everyone could start working. Janine looked out from her classroom to see Melissa standing in front of the opened doors of her classroom, typing something on her phone.

"Hey, Melissa! Why aren't you painting?"

"I'm waitin' for my girlfriend. I ain't climbin' the ladder, pipsqueak." Melissa answered without looking up from her phone. Right in time, the front doors opened, and you came in. Melissa waved, waiting for you. "She's with me!" She yelled across the hall to the security.

When you came to her, redhead hugged your waist, kissing your cheek. "Hi, baby."

"Hi, Mel." You smiled back at her.

"Oh, Melissa, is that your girlfriend?" Janine looked you up and down surprised.

"No, I'm her uncle." You rolled your eyes, grinning at the redhead.

"Hah! That's a good one, babe." Melissa grinned back at you. "Yes, shorty, that's Y/N, she's my girlfriend. But I ain't explainin' anything else, go mind your own business."

And with that, Melissa pulled you into her classroom, leaving Janine alone with the newfound fact. When she explained everything you needed to know about the renovation, you took off your jacket and rolled the sleeves of your old shirt that was already covered in paint stains from the artistic activities of yours. Melissa was moving small boxes and chairs while watching you towering on the ladder with a paint roller in your hands. She had to admit that you looked incredibly sexy standing on top of the ladder, focused on painting carefully, hands covered in paint splashes, brows frowned. She liked watching you paint your artworks at home. You used to dive deep into the process, so she wasn't afraid to be caught watching you. She was impressed when you first showed her the paintings. She's already told you millions of times how incredibly talented you were to create characters and worlds from scratch and to imprint different complex emotions on the canvas. But you never listened to her. You didn't think highly about your artwork, as you always thought about it as a hobby. Your family used to tell you that you need to find a real job and do real things instead of wasting paint and money. Melissa was the first person to really support your hobby. It all started from silly sketches on the napkins that you would put in her bag during the coffee shop dates, and now she lets you settle your painting studio in her garage and model for your studies.

Suddenly, Melissa was pulled out of her thoughts by two inseparable, annoying coworkers.

"Oh, wow, Melissa, your ceiling looks much cleaner than mine! I got it all stained with the paint." Jacob said, peeking in the doorframe.

"Yeah, and how you don't have any splashes on the floor? When I'm painting, all the paint drips down on the floor..." Janine looked surprised, examining the classroom.

"Well, because my classroom is getting painted by a very careful girl." Melissa winked at you, spotting how you blushed.

"Oh, hi dear! Y/N, how lovely to see you here!" Barbara suddenly appeared in the doorframe, waving at you.

"Hello, Barbara!" You waved back, going down the ladder.

"I shall tell you, the portrait you drew was incredible. My sister loved it very much! Thank you again."

"No problem, I'm happy she liked the present." You simply smiled, not being used to public praise in front of strangers.

"Wait, what portrait?" Janine asked.

"Y/N is an artist. A couple of weeks ago, I asked her if she could draw a portrait of my sister for her birthday. The painting was incredible!"

"You are an artist? No doubts why the walls are so accurately painted!" Janine joked.

"Wait, what?" You turned to face the second-grade teacher.

"Well, you're skilled, that's why you paint the walls so accurately..." Janine tried to explain.

"Janine, stop..." Melissa interrupted her coworker.

"Are you saying that I'm painting the walls accurately just because I'm an artist and I've got skills of moving a brush with paint across some surface?"

"Well, yes... It comes naturally for you. No?"

"Well, I'm sorry to destroy your theories, but painting walls has nothing to do with what I draw. The walls texture and canvas have nothing in common. The tools I'm using aren't the same you use for painting walls. Why do I even need to explain it to you?"

"Babe, calm down, don't listen to her." Melissa tried to calm you down by putting her hand on your lower back. "Janine, go mind your own business. You, Jacob, too."

You threw the last stern look at the woman before she went away.

"Babe, I'm sorry for what she said. She doesn't know what she's talking about." Melissa hugged you, drawing circles with her hand on your lower back. "Forget what she said."

"Okay..." You muttered quietly in the crook of her neck.

At the same time, in Janine's classroom, the second-grade teacher was pacing around the ladder, waiting for Gregory to come and help her paint the borderline between the walls and the ceiling.

"Janine, what happened? I heard some noise from Melissa's classroom." Gregory asked, walking in.

"Yeah...um...there's Melissa's girlfriend, Y/N, in there. And she kinda helps Melissa paint the walls. And...so...appeared she's the artist. And I just praised her work, that's all."

"What exactly did you say?"

"Well... something like that's the reason why she painted the walls so good, because she's a professional, its natural for her. That's what I said. I didn't say anything offensive, but she was so defensive..."

"Well, you basically said that drawing artworks is the same as painting walls... Did you know that people actually study before they can paint walls professionally and work with a renovation team? And it's not the same as drawing portraits. You need different skills for both activities." Gregory shrugged.

"How did you know she draws portraits?"

"A week ago, Barbara might have told me about that birthday present she purchased from Melissa's mysterious girlfriend... I didn't ask. She was just too excited not to share."

"Okay.. but I still don't understand why she got so offended?"

"Alright. Let's say... someone you don't know came to you and asked you to explain them trigonometry and chemistry of the 9th grade. Would you do it?"

"No, because I'm a second grade teacher. I can teach them about the solar system."

"Yes, and then they tell you that you should know that, because you're a teacher, it shall be natural for you to know everything. What a teacher are you, if you can't teach someone? Even if you don't specialize in that... You can't know exactly why Y/N got so defensive, but the thing you said offended her."

"Okay, I got it... I shall apologize to Y/N." Janine said and left the room. She immediately saw you walking towards Melissa's classroom as you've just washed your hands in the bathroom after finishing painting.

"Hey, Y/N!" Janine exclaimed, drawing your attention. "I'm sorry for what I said."

"Okay..." You still wasn't impressed by the apology. "You shall know that my skill of painting walls has nothing to do with my drawing skills. My parents used to do renovations all on their own. And they would make me participate since I was a little girl, saying that i shall put my artistic interest to some good use. They would say, 'Hey, we've got a task for a real artist!' And then they would make me paint walls and doorframes. So I simply had to learn a thing or two from them, I had no choice. That's why I do it so well." You said and disappeared into Melissa's classroom.

By the end of the day, you helped Melissa clean all the dust and move the furniture back to its place. You were waiting next to the car for her to say goodbye to Barbara. You still were a little sad because of what redhead's coworker told you. Even after all Melissa's support, you still felt insecure about your paintings, and Janine's words cut you deep, revealing all the doubts you got from years of making fun of. The thoughts were spiraling in your head. You had all the fights with your parents about your interest on loop, so you simply didn't notice as redhead came to you, fidgeting the car keys in her hand.

"Are you hanging here all alone, beautiful?" Melissa joked. "Hey, are you alright? Is it because I asked you to help?"

"Huh? No, no, it's not. I was glad to help. There was no way I would let you climb the ladder, woman." You tried to joke back. "I think I'm just a little tired."

"Oh. Does my girl want to have a little romantic evening as a payback for her help?" Melissa stroked your hand, intertwining your fingers. You simply nodded, squeezing her hand in yours. "Okay, baby, let's go home and have some nice dinner."

The ride was quiet. You enjoyed the sound of Melissa humming some familiar tunes. When you came back home, the redhead cooked you an amazing dinner. All her cooking was incredible. She was an amazing cook. After dinner was finished and dishes were washed, you enjoyed the company of each other while sipping on wine. You curled in her side. She had her arm draped over your shoulders. Melissa's steady breathing and warmth of her chest calmed you, but still thoughts were spiraling in your head. You were pulled out of your head by soft kisses to the top of your head.

"Hon, you're so distant tonight. What's going on in this creative mind of yours?" Melissa asked, hugging you.

"I dunno, I just feel a little bit down tonight." You shrugged.

"Y/N, is it 'cause of that Janine incident?" She looked dead in your eyes.

"Yeah... I know I should forget about it, but her words somehow got deep in my mind, and now I'm rotting from inside..." You looked down where her fingers intertwined yours. "I just keep remembering my parents' words and how they've talked about my art and everything. No one ever took my art seriously. For everyone, it was just a funny hobby. So now, every time I look at my paintings, I simply don't see anything good, always see the mistakes. For some reason, people think that if you're an artist, then you should be good at any creative activities. And it's so frustrating for me. It's like I'm back at my parents' house and being told that the only thing my artistic skills are good for is painting walls..." You looked down as the single tear dropped down your cheek.

"Hon..." Melissa hurried to wipe the wet road off of your cheek, cupping it. "You don't have to listen to anyone. You've put so much effort into that. You've been working so hard to improve your skills. I've seen your artworks and they're incredible! It's okay to see mistakes in your paintings, 'cause you have the whole image in you head, you know a lot so you can spot the mistakes, but it doesn't make your art bad. It gives you the opportunity to improve your techniques in the next piece. People only see the result, they don't know the idea, so they can only judge the final art. And I know that your art is amazing. And people also don't know a shit. Anyone who's ever made fun of you were just jealous, that all. They were trying to make you feel miserable so you would quit your thing. Because they feel that they can not do the same. But you can. You need to be stronger, bolder, to show people that you really love what you're doing and nothing can change your mind!" To put an end to her thought, she kissed your forehead and smiled at you.

And you were ready to drown in her soft green eyes that were looking at you with unimaginable love and support. You've never felt like this in your life. No one ever fought for you like Melissa did. The way she was so passionate about supporting you felt so warm and safe for you. It's like you were finally seen and heard. An, what's more important, you were loved. Every bit of your existence was loved by the redhead woman in front of you.

"Thank you, Mel. I love you." You smiled at her, wrapping your arms around her neck.

"I love you too, Y/N." She smiled back and kissed you.

The kiss was soft and slow at first. Both of you were pouring every ounce of love you had for each other into this dance of lips. But then you felt Melissa getting bolder and hungrier. The kissing got faster, messier. Melissa brought you closer, holding your waist. Her full, soft lips were capturing yours with force. You got drunk on her smell and taste. You buried your fingers in her auburn hair, scratching the scalp, bringing her closer than it was possible. Once her hand got under your shirt, she stopped the kiss and looked in your eyes. Her pupils were blown, eyes got almost black.

"I'm gonna tell the dumbest thing..." She put her hand on your thigh. "You've got an artist inside you. Tonight, let the artist inside me be you... Baby, paint me like a canvas. I want to see you dripping colors on the bedsheets." She was whispering in your ear. Her hot breath tickled the sensitive skin.

"Melissa..." You almost whined under her.

"I want you to dip your brush into my pallet and make a mess tonight."

"Jesus Christ..." You gripped her thighs, closing eyes."That's the hottest thing someone's ever told me."

"And you know what? You never let the paint run dry..." She looked seductively in your eyes and licked her kiss-swollen lips.

"Bed. Now."

Melissa took your hand, jumped off the couch, and almost ran up the stairs to the bedroom. When the door closed behind you, she pulled you on top of her, falling on the bed. The kiss never stopped. The clothes dropped down on the floor. You both were craving bare skin contact, gripping, touching, caressing, and scratching. You wanted to feel every inch of soft skin. You remembered what she said. "Paint me like a canvas..." And paint you did. You left the road of open-mothed kisses, red hikeys and light bites from her lips to her breasts, kneaded the supple flesh of her full breasts, traced small patterns around her nipples taking each one in your mouth. You sucked them, kissed them, bit them, pulling more and more whines and moans from Melissa. She was holding you by the back of your head, never letting go. When you gave one of her nipples a harder suck she arched her back, moaning out a high "Baby, please..."

"Mel, come sit on my face." You told her getting up from her chest.

She quickly changed places with you, leaving you laying on the bed and cradling up to your face. When she put both of her thighs around your head, you hugged hot, soft flesh and gave her inner thighs quick kisses. You looked up, spotting the most gorgeous sight. Melissa was looking down at you with eyes full of lust and adoration. Her hair was a mess, cascading down her shoulders and chest. Perky nipples were almost red from your manipulations. Soft pale skin was covered in slightly visible marks. "Beauty," you thought. You let her lower herself on your tongue and heard the most beautiful moan ever. She quickly started grinding on your tongue, burying your nose in her slightly trimmed bush. You could smell her sweat and arousal, could taste her sweet lust and craving. You couldn't stop yourself from lowering your hand to your core. You could feel your own wetness covering your fingers and inner thighs. You sinked one finger in, feeling how easy it went and moaning into Melissa's pussy. All the vibrations were driving her crazy and she fastened her movements, while you started slowly fucking yourself. First with one finger, but then you let the second one slide in. You were desperately fucking your own hole while eating the redhead out. Her grinding got faster, she gripped the headboard and shot her eyes closed, reaching her orgasm. You could sense her release, so you curled your fingers and thrusted a couple more times, while sucking hard on her clit. It pulled Melissa and you into the burning flame of you shared culmination. She moaned loudly, grinding a little more, and then stilled catching her breath.

Your pussy was clenching around your own fingers, crying for more pleasure. You kissed the woman's sensitive clit, feeling how it twitched, and tapped her thigh. She layed down next to you, kissing and feeling her own taste on your lips.

"Are you ready for the next round?" You asked her, sitting up.

"I sure am." She smiled at you, caressing your thigh.

You pecked her lips, feeling her grinning, and hurried to open the nightstand and pick out a double-sided dildo. When you dipped one end inside your tight hole, you crawled on top of Melissa, peppering her breasts and shoulders in kisses and making her giggle. You ended up pinning her wrists and making out.

"Please, hon', you gotta finish what you started... Oh God!" Melissa moaned when one of your hands lowered to her core and stroked her clit.

"Your wish is my command." You grinned at her, sitting up and lining the tip of the lubed dildo with her entrance.

With one slow thrust you entered her with the full length, pulling the most pornographic moan out of her. One end was buried deep inside you and the other was deliciously hitting redhead's G-spot with every thrust. She was moaning and squirming under you, locking her legs around your thighs. The room got filled with wet sounds of flesh meeting, her loud moans and your muffled whimpering. The dildo was bent, so with every thrust it was massaging your clit, sending electric shots through your whole body. You've found the steady rhythm that was driving Melissa crazy. She kneaded her breasts, twisting and tugging her perky nipples, moaning your name and muffled curses. You grabbed her thigh with one hand and started circling her clit with the other, making Melissa arch her back and cry out in pleasure. Her hips were meeting you halfway, silently asking for your wet thrusts to fasten. You were able to look down at her through the white heat of your own approaching orgasm and your mind went blank. The view was breathtaking. Her covered in stretch marks thick milky thighs were hugging you. Swolen clit was twitching under your touch. Her soft lower belly was slightly moving with every thrust of a long dildo inside her. Her covered in hot sweat body was squirming, waiting for the wave of pleasure to wash over. Huge heavy tits were bouncing, while she groped them and played with her nipples. Her beautiful face was showing all the pleasure she was experiencing. Brows frowned, eyes closed shut, mouth opened, while filthy high pitched moans were spilling out.

"Hon'...p-please..." Mel suddenly moaned.

This view and the sound of her pleading almost made you cum immediately. You fastened your thrusting, angling her legs so you'd go deeper. Your movements were fast and short, the dildo inside never exited her. You were so close to her you could feel the heat radiating from her. The smell of sex, her sweat, and juices were hitting your nose, making you absolutely feral. Her loud moans and the sound of wet sloping filled your head, erasing all the thoughts except for the thought of how wonderful it would be if you could fill her hot hole up. Fill her with the blazing slick love you had for her. You could breed her again and again until you both would go numb. And then watch her tight pussy contract in aftershocks and your mixed juices would spill out of her, covering her lips and ass. Just the thought of it made you cum harder than ever. With the lust sloppy thrust, you arched your back, screaming her name, feeling your own walls tighten around the end inside you. On the other end, Melissa has also fallen apart. With a lound "FUCK!!" she bent in half, her forehead meeting your chest. Her body was shaking, and warm liquid gushed on your stomach. Your belly and thighs were covered in her wetness, while she was a panting mess. You caressed her thighs, making sure to comfort her before you would pull the toy out. When you did so, she whimpered at the sudden emptiness and opened her eyes slightly, watching you taking the other end out of you and dropping it on the floor. You picked up your shirt, that was on the floor the whole time, and cleaned her juices on your body.

"Sorry for that.." She mumbled.

"No worries, it was hella hot, babe. Wait a sec, I'll go get a...." You started but was cut off by her.

"No, fuck it, the washcloth can wait. I need you, come here." She said, opening her arms and stretching on the bed.

You happily climbed back and hugged her, letting her nuzzle face in the crook of your neck. You smelled her ginger locks amd kissed the top of her head, while caressing her shoulders and back. You felt her squeeze your waist and kiss your collarbone.

"Do you know, I love you?" She asked muffled.

"Yeah, sweetheart, I know. I love you too. Thank you for everything you said and for all your support, Mel."

"You are the most amazing person in the world, and the most talented artist ever, hon'. I guess we made the shades of you and me a masterpiece..." She wiggled her eyebrows at you and you both laughed.

You held her tight, knowing that she would always be by your side, making sure you know you deserve to shine.

[morgana-larkin]

Here's the next part of Just Tired! And before anyone asks, am I going to write a fic based on Melissa's "mostly straight" comment? The answer is yes. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Summary: Melissa takes you out on a date after your check up at the hospital.

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Just Tired - Part 33

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship (Mentioned), Smut, Swearing

Words: 2.6k

You wake up on Saturday morning to a yelp and a bang and you look around and don’t see Melissa anywhere. 

“Melissa?” You call out and she comes out from the kitchen a few seconds later.

“Sorry to wake you, hon. I accidentally dropped a pot when I was gonna make a frittata.” She tells you.

“It’s alright, since you’re here can you help me up? I need to go to the bathroom.” You ask her and she walks over to you and picks you up bridal style. 

“Ah!” You say as it was unexpected. She brings you to the bathroom and sets you down near the toilet and you hop over to it as she leaves the bathroom. “You’re stronger than you look, you know.” You tell her and she smiles at you before she goes to get your crutch.

After breakfast she helps get you ready and then takes you to the hospital for your check up appointment. 

“So it seems like everything is healing as it should. We’ll take the sling off your arm, not the cast but the sling as your upper arm is healed.” The doctor tells you and you nod before they take the sling off. “There, now you can move your arm, which we recommend to get your arm used to moving as it should be.” He says.

“Thank you. Do you have an approximate date for when the arm and leg cast are gonna come off?” You ask him.

“For your arm, we want you to come back in 2 weeks. And we’ll check your leg again at that point but it should be about 4-6 weeks for your leg.” He tells you and you nod. 

“Thank you doctor.” You say and he nods before he books your next appointment in 2 weeks. 

“So how does it feel to not have to have your arm close to your chest?” Melissa asks you as she wheels you out of the hospital.

“Freeing, in a way.” You tell her as she crosses the parking lot to her car.

“Well I guess it’s good we’re going to the art museum then. It’s a celebration for how fast you’re healing.” She tells you as she reaches her car.

“Just wish the accident never happened in the first place.” You say and she sighs as she opens the passenger door for you.

“I know, hon. But you have to look at the positives. You’re healing and you get to stay with me as you heal.” She says as you get in the passenger seat.

“I do like staying with you.” You say before you close the door. Melissa puts the wheelchair in the trunk before she gets in the driver's seat. 

“You know I just remembered something about the museum.” She says after she puts her seatbelt on. “Museum has a shit ton of steps just to get in the entrance.” She tells you and you sigh. “About 100 steps.” 

“I can barely do the 10 steps to the second floor in your house.” You say.

“I know. We can do something else. There’s lots to do.” She tells you. “How about the aquarium?” She suggests and you think about it before nodding.

“Sounds good.” You tell her and she pulls out of the parking lot and drives to the aquarium. You both arrive at the aquarium and she wheels you in and you see a bunch of fish right away. Melissa stands right beside you and holds your hand as you both point out all the fish and see how many you can name.

“Really? A princess parrotfish?” She asks you, not believing you.

“Ya, it’s an actual fish and that one right there is one.” You tell her and she gets her phone out and lets go of your hand.

“We’ll see about that.” She says.

“You’d think as a teacher you’d know everything.” You tell her.

“Are you sassing me right now?” She asks, not even looking away from her phone.

“It’s a possibility.” You say and then you see her looking at the fish and then looking at her phone again before she puts her glasses on the top of her head and looks at you. 

“I can’t believe that’s an actual name for a fish.” She mutters and you giggle. “How do you know that type of fish?” She asks you. 

“Because the name is amazing.” 

“It is a good name.” She tells you. “Let’s go look at the shark.” She says and then wheels you to where they’re keeping the shark. You look at the shark moving around and you glance at Melissa looking at it as well.

“You know there’s times where you can be like a shark.” You randomly say and she looks at you and quirks her eyebrows.

“Oh ya? How?” She asks you. 

“Well you can be scary, you’re protective of what you have, you go after what you want and if someone tries to hurt you or take something from you then things get bloody.” You explain and she hums.

“You have a point there. What about the other times?” She asks and you look at her in confusion. “You said there’s times where I’m like a shark, what about the other times?” She clarifies.

“A dolphin.” You say with a smile and she laughs. “No seriously. I mean you have an amazing smile, you’re friendly, caring and fierce. Just like a dolphin.” You explain.

“How about we go see the dolphins then?” She suggests and you nod. 

She wheels you to where the dolphins are and you watch as they swim around. You get Melissa to take you right to the glass and a dolphin comes up to where you are. You put your hand on the glass and the dolphin taps it with their nose and you giggle. Melissa watches the interaction with a smile and she takes a video of it. The dolphin shows you all their tricks before swimming up to the glass again. After a few more minutes the dolphin swims off and Melissa stands beside you. 

“Made a new friend?” She asks with a smile and you nod. “Maybe you’re right about me being like a dolphin, I got lots of tricks that I like to show you.” She tells you and you hum. You then grab her hand and get her to bend down so you can whisper in her ear.

“Any tricks you want to show me when we get home?” You whisper seductively and she pulls back.

“There might be one.” She says softly and with a lower voice. 

“Hm, like what?” You ask her and she thinks about it for a second before she leans in closer. 

“How about taking all of your clothes off and fucking you with a strap?” She asks and she hears your breath hitch. “Did you forget how to breathe for a second, hon?” She asks with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Do you actually want me to answer that?” You ask her.

“You can if you want, but we both already know the answer.” She says. “So how about we finish looking at all the fish, we stop and get some fast food for lunch and then we go home and I show you my trick?” She suggests and you nod with a smile. You both make your way around the aquarium and you leave after an hour. 

“So why did you suggest fast food?” You ask her as she’s going through a drive thru.

“Fastest way to get food before I fuck you senseless.” She says casually, like she didn’t just shut your entire brain down. “What do you want, hon?” She asks a couple seconds after and your brain still isn’t functioning properly.

“I-um, the same thing as you.” You end up saying and she gives you an amused look before she rolls her window down and orders.  

“I’ve been thinking about something and I want to make sure you’re ok with it.” She suddenly says and you look at her. “Well remember when Barb asks us if we’re together?” She asks.

“Ya.” 

“Well I told her that we’re not labeling it. Which is what I want right now. I want to be with you but not label it as a relationship.” She tells you.

“I get it, and I’m ok with it. So I guess we’re in a non-relationship relationship.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes before she’s handed the food she ordered for you both.

“Thank you.” She tells the worker before she begins to drive away. “I don’t understand your generation. Youse go around saying you don’t like labels and then go and make labels for everything.” She complains and you giggle. 

“We don’t like making sense either.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Just eat your food.” She says and you look to see what you got.

“There’s two different meals in here, I thought you got me the same thing that you ordered.” You say and she shakes her head.

“I ordered something different for you that you’d actually like.” She tells you and you look at her softly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you already know what I like and don’t like. You must really like me.” You say with a teasing tone.

“I thought that was already obvious.” 

“It was, but seeing it and knowing it are too different things.” You tell her before eating a fry.

“I hope that’s one of your fries.” She says.

“They’re not labelled, we can share.” You tell her before feeding her one.

“We can share but only eat half of them.”

“Am I supposed to count all of them before we continue eating them?” You ask her with an amused tone and she gives you a side glance.

“Why do I put up with you again?” She asks.

“Because I’m adorable?” You tell her and she chuckles.

“Ya, you are.” She says and then you feed her another fry.

The both of you get to Melissa’s place and she helps you to the couch before you both continue eating. You listen as she tells you a story about what a couple of her students did when you were in the hospital. 

“Will you stop eating all the fries?” She asks and snatches the fries away from you.

“But they’re really good.” You complain as you try to get another but she moves them out of your reach.

“I know they’re good, but you already ate over half of them. Take another and I won’t fuck you with the strap.” She says and you gasp.

“You’re playing dirty.” You say with a pout and she giggles.

“Yes I am.” She tells you proudly before she puts the food on the coffee table and kisses you. “And now, I want to be dirty.” She says and then picks you up and brings you to the bed as you giggle. “Stay there while I get the strap.” She tells you and you nod. She returns a couple minutes later with her pants and underwear off and she’s wearing the strap. She walks over to the bed quickly while removing her shirt and bra. She hops on the bed and straddles your hips as she removes your shirt.

“You’re so impatient right now. You’re acting like we didn’t have sex for 2 weeks.” You say with a smile as she removes your bra.

“You were in the hospital for a month, we got some catching up to do.” She tells you as she goes and kisses your neck. “As cute as you look in this long skirt, I much prefer what’s underneath.” She says as she takes your skirt and underwear off. “Hmm, I seem to have forgotten the lube upstairs.” She tells you as she looks around for it and you sit up and pull on her hair so you bring her face closer to you.

“Guess you’ll have to get me very wet first.” You tell her with a low seductive voice and she smirks before she kisses you. She starts trailing down your body, she leaves a couple hickeys on your neck before she trails down to your chest and wraps her lips around one of your nipples. You gasp at the sensation and then she pushes you down so you’re on your back.

“Stay down or I won’t hesitate to tie your hands to the bed frame.” She says and you quirk an eyebrow.

“What if I want you to tie me up for being a brat?” You ask and she tilts her head.

“If I tie you up then you can’t run your hand through my hair as I eat you out. Your choice.” She says as she settles in between your legs. “Are you gonna be good?” She asks as her mouth is just centimetres away from where you need her. 

You nod as you get comfortable on the pillow and she smiles before she closes the gap and licks your centre. You bring your hand to her hair and run your fingers through her ginger locks before you grab her hair as she sticks her tongue in your entrance and starts tongue fucking you. You moan loudly as you feel her move her hot tongue inside of you. She brings her left hand to your clit and starts rubbing it as she brings her right one to your left breast and plays with the nipple. You wrap your right leg around her as you begin breathing hard and you hear her moan as you yank her hair. 

“Oh my god, Mel!” You scream as you feel your orgasm approaching already, she really knows your body so well already. You moan out her name as you come and you feel her immediately remove her tongue so you stay wet. She sits up and gathers up some of your juices with her hand and applies it to the dildo. 

“Ready?” She asks and you nod. She aligns the dildo with your entrance and slowly slides it in. She slides in all the way and gives you a second before she starts pumping in and out of you. She grabs onto your hips and goes faster and harder into you, just like she knows you like. She realises you start to wrap tighter around as she has to push with more force and she goes down so that she can kiss you on your lips. “I wish at this moment that I had a real dick so I can feel you squeeze around me, and how hot and wet you are.” She says as she continues pumping in and out of you. 

You feel her on you and inside of you and you suddenly feel like you can’t get enough of her, that you want to continue feeling her your entire life. You want to feel her lips all over your body, and nobody else’s, for your entire life. The sudden realisation that Melissa is the one you want to spend your life with is enough to let go and fall over the edge as your second orgasm rushes through your body. Seconds later you hear Melissa gasp out as she just came as the strap was rubbing her clit. You look up at her and look into her perfect green eyes and you bring your hand up to cup her cheek and she leans into your touch. Melissa looks at you and sees something different in your eyes but she can’t tell what it is until you say your next words.

“I will always love you.”

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[schemmentisimpasours]

Getting Control Back- Chapter 2

Another great gif by @babytakeittothehead

Summary: Melissa finally opens up to you about her relationship with Barbara.

TW: Mentions of emotional abusive relationship in vague details

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Melissa told you the code to her garage, allowing you to pull into a spot that would typically be reserved for her car. You opened the door for her and held out your hand patiently.

“You don’t have to walk me to the door hun,” She said her eyes still bloodshot from all the crying that had happened throughout the day.

“I know boo but I want to help,” You smirked as she rolled her eyes, “So I am guessing that boo is off the list?”

“Oh, you weren’t kidding about making the list,” She laughed unlocking all five of her front door locks.

“You should know by now I don’t joke about lists,” You responded, placing both of your teacher bags onto the counter and pulling out a notebook covered in numerous doodles

Across the top of the first clean page, you scrawled Melissa’s Favorite Nicknames. You looked up at the older woman who was grabbing out a wine bottle from the fridge. She sat it down and you immediately grabbed it sliding it out of sight.

“Hey! What is that for?” She asked, reaching for the bottle before you pulled it out of her grasp.

“A very drunk Melissa told me on New Years Eve at Janine’s party… and I quote,” You said flipping to a page inside the notebook ‘When that woman, Barbara, breaks my heart. Don’t let me drink. I will crawl into the bottle and die there.”

Melissa glared, having no memory of this. You pulled out your phone, pressing a couple of buttons until you pulled up a video of Melissa hanging off you at the party in question. You were lounging on the couch, and a very drunk redhead was leaning her head on your shoulder.

“Mel, what did you just tell me?” You asked just loud enough to be heard over the background music.

“When that woman, Barbara,” Melissa said, pointing off camera, “Breaks my heart. Don’t let me drink. I will crawl into the bottle and die there.”

“Why did you have to remember that shit,” the older woman groaned turning back to her fridge and grabbing a soda for both of you instead.

“I don’t remember a lot,” You admitted, “But I make a point to remember everything about you Missy.”

Melissa shook her head as she went to gather ingredients to hide the blush that came across her cheeks from your words “Absolutely not that one.”

You laughed writing it down just to cross it off the list. You quickly went through the ones you had already used on Melissa getting her opinion on them. Missy- NO. Boo- NO. Mel- Eh. Buttercup- Yes. Sweetheart- Yes.

As you finished the list for the moment, Melissa looked down at the notebook, “How you have that conversation written down?”

You blushed sliding the notebook to her, “When I first started in your classroom I was very overwhelmed because I wanted to make a good impression and not fuck up my baby eagles that I started to write down things to remember. Once I got the hang of the classroom it kind of spiraled to things that you just would tell me randomly. I hope that isn’t weird.”

Melissa flipped through the pages of your sloppy handwriting and little notes about her crowding every page. Most of them were about how she liked to teach. Tricks she had to loosen locks for storage closets. How she wanted the Peter Rabbit project done. But then it turned to more personal notes. Her favorite coffee. Her favorite pizza and bakery.

“How do I take my coffee?” She asked staring at you intently.

“A dash of vanilla creamer and a handful of sugar unless it is after a sports game then you drink it black because you were up so late the night before,” You replied automatically.

“Where was I born?”

“South Philly where your family had a large hand in the unions that spread across there and north Philly,” You said a blush starting to form across your face.

“When I start smokin?”

“Fourteen because it was the only way that you felt you could release all the anxiety you had, having to help raise all your siblings. It was your way to take control of one thing in your life,” You explained looking down at your lap now, “You stopped right before you married Joe because he didn’t like the smell. But whenever you smell cigarettes, you are reminded of your childhood. All the times your siblings looked up to you like a mom. You have always wanted to be a mom.”

“You know Barbara and I have been friends for about twenty years,” Melissa said running her fingers over your writing, “She couldn’t even tell you how I take my coffee let alone why I stopped smokin.”

“Mel,” You said as you heard her swallow back tears.

“You remember so many things about me not because you want something from me but just to know me,” Melissa continued, “I haven’t had someone to actually want to know the real me in so long that I don’t even know if I remember who I am.”

“Then let’s find out who you are together,” You said walking around the island to take Melissa into a hug.

She buried herself into you hugging you close to her. Moments passed in silence before she finally whispered, “I am gonna burn my sauce.”

You kissed the top of her head, “Go finish the sauce, I will get the table set.”

Once you were both settled down at the table you finally asked the redhead the question you had been dying to know all day even if it came out more of a statement than anything else.

“You slept with Barbara.”

Melissa nodded her head twirling her pasta with her fork, “I slept with Barbara. After years of falling for a woman who I knew couldn’t give me all of her I gave in. Told myself that even a small piece of her was better than nothin ya know.”

You listened along all to aware of the fact that you were also scrounging for whatever pieces you could get. Melissa wiped a tear from her face as she continued.

“I became her call girl. She wanted sex, and I was supposed to give it to her. Regardless of the time or if I had something I needed to do. I wasn’t allowed to use pet names with her. Wasn’t allowed to tell her I love you after the first time it slipped out. Finally I realized I was being used. After Joe I promised I would never bow to anyone ever again. With Barb I didn’t bow she snapped me until I stayed.”

“She told me to cancel again today and I said I wouldn’t,” Melissa shrugged, “I missed ya. Sure we spend time in class together but this… this is our time to relax. Watch shitty movies. Eat some good food and talk about our hall pass celebrities.”

“Sherri Shepard,” You supplied for Melissa as she said yours, “Mariska Hargitay”

Laughter spilled from the red head’s lips before more tears accompanied her story, “She said she could find any slut off the street to give her what I was.”

At this you jumped from your chair with a loud, “What the fuck?”

You had made it all the way to the front door reaching for Edith when Melissa’s hand clamped around yours. She gave you a small smile, “While I appreciate you defending my honor I don’t even think I have ever seen you hold a bat before.”

“I played softball in college,” You stated simply but pulled your hand away, “Sorry about that though. Was probably not the most appropriate reaction.”

“The reaction I should have had,” Melissa admitted, “Come on let’s go read that book. It has been the only thing to help keep my mind distracted.”

You relented, allowing Melissa to pull you to the couch. She read till the sun had fully disappeared from the windows and the little light from the kitchen was no longer enough to see by. You had laid on the opposite side of the couch curled into a pillow drifting off to sleep when the older woman gently shook you.

“Hun, it’s time to get to bed. I’ll get you some clothes and you can sleep in the guest room,” She said helping you sit up.

You rubbed your eyes but followed her up the stairs sitting on the bed till she returned with a large t-shirt and shorts. She left you alone to change and promised she would be back to say goodnight. You nodded tiredly ripping your clothes off and throwing them into a pile on the floor. The smell of Melissa consumed you as you put on the shirt. It did nothing to push aside your anger for Barbara who clearly had stripped away the badass woman that you had gained feelings for over the school year.

You attempted to push away these feelings to be there for your friend but you were finding it extremely hard when you were wrapped in her intoxicating smell. It became even hard when she came in with a large green t-shirt over baggy boxers. Makeup removed from her face you could see how much the day had drained from her. You wanted to wrap her in your arms and never let her ago. Protect her from the world outside for as long as you could.

“You gonna be okay darlin?” She asked and you swore your heart stopped for a moment.

“Yeah, thank you for letting me stay the night,” You smiled opening your arms for a hug.

She hugged you back tightly kissing the top of your head, “Thank you for being here with me today. I really needed the help.”

“Anytime Sunshine,” You said as she went to leave.

Melissa laughed louder than she had all day making you smile, “That one is a no. We both know I am far from sunshine.”

You made the mental note even though you knew that Melissa had the capability to be sunshine. She was sunshine to her students when they came in every day. She was your sunlight every time she looked at you. Even on her darkest days she shone through, you just wished she could see that.

Shortly after Melissa had turned off the light, you were fast asleep enjoying the comfort that you found in the older woman’s smell. You had only been nestled among the pillows for about an hour before a hand was lightly shaking you.

“Angel what is it?” You asked groggily looking up at the redhead towering over you.

Melissa her face growing two shades redder asked barely above a whisper, “Can I come sleep with you? I can’t… I don’t… I need help.”

You threw back the covers patting the empty spot next to you, “Get it here.”

Melissa crawled in immediately feeling calmer as her senses mingled with the smell of your lavender shampoo. She froze momentarily as you wrapped your arm around her hips pulling her into you. She couldn’t remember the last time that someone had wanted to cuddle her. Not just to run their hands up her body to use her for their pleasure. But just to hold so that she could be in their presence. Melissa relaxed into you as you nestled into her back letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight Angel,” You said sleep already threatening to overtake you.

“Say it again,” Melissa whispered placing a gentle hand over yours.

“Goodnight Angel, I will see you in the morning,” You repeated and within moments you were asleep.

Melissa laid awake in your arms, still decompressing from the whirlwind of the day. She was still heartbroken that Barbara, a woman she had loved, had treated her so poorly. But she also had you. There holding her hand every step of the way with no expectations. No demands. Just there to help her when she needed it. Trying not to overthink it, Melissa curled further into you and let herself be held.

“Angel might be my favorite,” She whispered into the air and then fell asleep

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[sapphicandgraphic]

Breathe — Chapter 1

Summary: Got my first Melissa fic request from a reader! Prompt: Reader has an asthma attack and Melissa comforts them.

Series Warnings: Detailed descriptions of asthma attack, medical drama, hurt/comfort

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It was a crisp, early fall day at Abbott Elementary and hundreds of excited students were making their way to the gymnasium for a school-wide assembly.

You stood in the hallway, silver whistle perched idly between your lips, staring at a wrinkled piece of paper with some hastily scribbled bullet points.

A few of the younger kids said hello as they passed you, smiling shyly and waving.You were the newest faculty member at Abbott, but your friendly, easygoing nature had quickly endeared you to the students.

A trio of older girls rushed up, giggling as they each hugged you.

“Okayyyy,” one of them said, immediately clocking your more formal outfit. “She upgraded from coach to first class, fam.”

“Purr!” The others agreed, clapping their long acrylic nails in applause as you played along, posing and popping the collar of your black wool blazer.

You had indeed dressed up today, knowing that Ava was planning to drag you on stage at some point and introduce you to the whole school.

As Abbott’s first official athletic director, you were in charge of the entire fitness program. That included everything from after-school sports to health and gym classes. You loved your job and all the responsibility that came with it, but public speaking always made you a bit queasy.

You finally managed to shoo the girls away and went back to studying your remarks. You lifted the whistle to your mouth again, absently holding it between your teeth.

A familiar, raspy voice interrupted your nervous pacing.

“You warmin’ up, coach?”

Melissa was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, smiling crookedly. Her class was marching through the gym doors single file. Not for the first time, you admired how this woman managed to exude such a steady aura of control, to corral her kids so effortlessly.

You crumpled up the piece of paper and shoved it in your pocket, trying not to look as nervous as you felt.

“Ms. Schemmenti,” you said, speaking over the heads of the passing second graders. “Good morning.”

“So, are the rumors true?” She asked. “Are you going to star in today’s assembly?”

“The principal is insisting, for some reason,” you said, swiping a hand through your hair.

“She wants to show ya off,” Melissa said, her bright green gaze lingering long enough to make you blush.

“Why?” You asked, tone veering toward whiny.

The other woman rolled here eyes and did her best to ignore the surge of affection she felt in that moment.

When you first got hired, Melissa had expected you to be egotistical, arrogant, peacocking around for attention. You were a jock, after all, with a long list of awards and medals attached to your name. Instead you were disciplined, thoughtful, funny, great with the kids. And you had done nothing but consistently surprise her since the start of term.

She pushed off the wall, stalking toward you.

“Because you’re a catch,” she purred. “All them fancy private schools dying to snap ya up, and yet here you are, slumming with us at Abbott.”

As always, your heart rate spiked when the redhead fixed you with that bright, taunting smile. She was wicked hot and a little scary—just your type.

“You nervous?” Melissa was suddenly quite close. You swallowed, looking anywhere except down her shirt at the glorious expanse of creamy cleavage on display. Tits like that should be illegal.

“Kinda,” you admitted, glancing up at the ceiling.

She chuckled, brushing lint off the lapels of your coat. “Shouldn’t you be used to crowds? Big state champion and all.”

You looked down at her in surprise. “How did you know —“

“I have my sources,” she said, mysterious and vaguely threatening.

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“That’s different,” you said. “Besides, I’m a team player. Not used to being in the spotlight all by myself.

“Aww,” Melissa cooed, pinching your cheek softly. “You’ll do great, hon.”

You had a sudden, absurd desire to grab that teasing hand, to pull her off balance and silence her with a bruising kiss.

But then Barbara arrived with her class. One look at the scene before her—Melissa’s predatory smile, your flushed cheeks—told her all she needed to know.

“Melissa,” she scolded. “Leave that poor girl alone.”

In the short time you’d been at Abbott, Barbara Howard seemed to be the only one who could effectively muzzle Melissa. The redhead gave you one last appreciative look before stepping back and shrugging.

“What?” Melissa said. “I was just bein’ friendly.”

Jacob called your name, summoning you backstage and breaking the tension. Melissa watched you walk away until Barbara rolled her eyes, ushering her friend into the auditorium.

“Behave,” she warned, swatting her on the arm. Melissa made a noncommittal noise before wandering off to take her seat.

Ava intercepted you by the curtain.

“Hey, Madame Athletic Director,” she said. “Ready for your big debut?”

You laughed uncomfortably. “As I’ll ever be.”

Jacob appeared, wheeling a small black machine with several buttons and knobs on a metal cart.

“We like to start the year off with a bang,” Ava explained, pulling out her phone and connecting to the Bluetooth. “But per usual, the district didn’t give us any budget, so we had to get creative.”

Hype music started to play over the loudspeakers, to the clear delight of the entire student body.

“And now for the piece de resistance,” Jacob said.

He rubbed his palms together like a magician about to pull a rabbit out of his hat, then flicked a switch on the machine.

You didn’t have time to react before a wall of thick, white smoke billowed out. Ava jumped back.

“Is that s’posed to happen?” She asked.

“Hmm,” Jacob frowned. A smell like melting plastic enveloped the backstage area.

“Ugh, turn that off!” She coughed, waving a hand in front of her face.

Jacob flipped another switch but the smoke kept coming, curling up toward the ceiling and giving the air a chemical haze.

“Help,” he moaned, hands hovering over the control panel uncertainly. “Help, help, help.”

You opened your mouth to make a suggestion and accidentally inhaled a few lungfuls of the stuff. Stepping forward, choking on the acrid smell, you unplugged the power cord from the wall outlet. Jacob shot you a grateful look.

“Thanks.”

With a disappointed hum, Ava put her phone away and waltzed out onto the stage to begin the assembly. You tried to focus on her words, but your eyes were watering and your chest felt tight. Uh-oh.

“Be right back,” you said, jogging down the steps. Jacob nodded, turning back in disappointment to the fog machine.

Melissa and Gregory, sitting in the front row with their classes, noticed your hasty exit out the side door.

“Isn’t she getting introduced soon?” Gregory asked.

The redhead narrowed her eyes. “Yeah.”

As soon as you were out of the gym you started coughing. Your throat and lungs burned, and you felt the telltale creep of inflammation as your airway constricted.

Your office was just around the corner from the gym, and you started to jog that way. It had been more than a year since your last asthma attack, and you’d gotten out of the habit of carrying your emergency inhaler on you. By the time you unlocked the door and stumbled inside, you were wheezing.

You made a beeline for the medical locker on the far wall, throwing open the metal door and rummaging in your first aid kit. Ace bandages, tubes of neosporin, packets of Advil—but no inhaler.

A ripple of panic slithered down your spine as your breathing grew more labored, each gasp shallower than the last.

It suddenly occurred to you that someone might have moved it. Black dots hovered at the edge of your vision.

“Fuck,” you murmured, realizing all at once how much trouble you were in. “Fuck.”

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for Mel requests how about teacher Reader crushing hard but thinking Mel would never like her back bc she's so much younger and Mels way out of her league

it ain’t me babe

melissa schemmenti x f!reader

tags: pining, slightly insecure reader, confession, mel being a flirt hehe <3 and fluff!!!

word count: 631

author’s note: thank u for the request lovely, i hope u like it! ˙ᵕ˙

Melissa catches you staring at her five times. Each time her eyes meet yours, her lips curve up into a small smile, causing your heart to jump as you quickly avert your gaze. You know you should stop, but you just can’t help yourself; she’s so beautiful that it makes your chest ache. 

It’s the middle of lunchtime for your students when you hear a knock on your door. When you see the fiery red flame of Mel’s hair peek through the door, your breath catches in your throat. She steps in and shuts it softly behind her. 

“Hey. What’s been goin’ on with you today?” she asks, arms folded across her chest.

You furrow your brows with a frown, feigning innocence. “What?” 

“Don’t give me that. You know what I’m talking about.” 

“Mel—”

“If there’s something you wanna say to me, you can just say it, y’know,” she says, pursing her lips. “Don’t need to sugarcoat things for me. If it was something I did to make you upset, then I’m sorry—”

You shake your head. “No! It’s…” you sigh. “I can’t tell you.” 

Mel lets out a scoff. “Oh, okay. I see how it is. I’ll just leave you alone then—”

“Please don’t be like this,” you beg. “It’s not that I can’t tell you because I don’t want to. I can’t because…”

She narrows her eyes. “‘Cause why?” 

A lump forms in your throat. “Because I’m afraid,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Melissa takes a step toward you, her face softening at your admission. “Hon, you know you can tell me anything, right?” 

“I know, it’s just—this is different.” 

She frowns. “What’s so different about it?” 

“It’s different because… because you’re you, and I’m—well, me,” you say, huffing out a self-deprecating laugh. 

“You’re sayin’ that like it’s a bad thing,” Mel jokes softly. 

You put your head in your hands with your elbows resting on your desk, unable to look her in the eyes despite how many times she had caught you doing so today. “You don’t get it.” 

When you feel her fingers wrap around your wrists, your heart leaps into your throat. She gently pulls your hands down and places her fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. “Hon, do you have a crush on me? Is that what this is all about?”

Your face burns. “God, am I really that obvious?” 

Melissa huffs out a laugh. “Well, y’know, maybe a little.” 

“I guess you would’ve found out sooner or later,” you sigh. “I just didn’t think it would be like this. So maybe we could just pretend this never happened and—”

“Whoa, hey. Who says we have to pretend like this never happened?” she asks, her eyes narrowing into slits.

You shrug, suddenly feeling small. “I mean, there’s no way you like me back, so to make it less awkward for both of us—”

“Why don’t you think I like you back?” Mel challenges.

Your eyes widen. “I just—I always thought—I’m so much younger than you, and… Well, it’s no question that you’re way out of my league—”

“Hon, you can’t just assume that’s the way I feel. I could care less about that stuff. And anyway, I think you’re the one that’s way out of my league,” she says, leaning onto your desk with her face inches away from yours. “Have you seen how hot you are?” 

Her question makes your jaw drop. “What?” you splutter.

She gives you a wink as she leans back to stand up straight. “You heard me. You’re cute when you’re flustered, by the way.” 

You stare after her as she leaves your classroom without another word, head spinning with the smell of her perfume still permeating the air around you.

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[janeyseymour]

Keep Her Around

Summary: You and Melissa have been married for years, unbeknownst to almost everyone in your life. And when you finally meet the Schemmentis, they only think you're Melissa's girlfriend.

WC: ~3.1k

It’s funny the way that Melissa Schemmenti lives her life. By day, she’s a second grade teacher at Abbott Elementary. By night, she’s out at the bars trying to forget about her problems.

You live life quite similarly. During the day, you’re a first grade teacher at Abbott Elementary. Come night, you’re usually out at a bar trying to decompress after the hectic days that you tend to have with your students.

And then one day, you and your coworker accidentally end up at the same bar.

“What are you doing here?” Melissa asks you as she approaches the stool next to yours.

You sigh and take a sip of your Labatt. “Needed a beer after today. You?”

“God,” the redhead groans when she sees what you’re sipping on. “Why are you drinking that shit when there’s Yuengling on tap?”

“Cheaper,” you sigh.

“By like, ten cents,” your coworker grumbles. “If you’re that broke, let me at least buy you a good beer.”

Melissa buying you one good beer ends up turning into four, and that night ends with the two of you going home together.

Fast forward a few years, and your relationship with the redhead is still relatively hidden. The only person that knows at the school is Barbara. Not even your principal knows because she failed to recognize that when you put in to change your address for your paycheck, it was identical to Melissa’s.

You don’t mind not having the world know about your relationship. Both you and your girlfriend are extremely private people, so it makes sense.

But then you propose, you elope the next weekend with Barbara Howard as your witness, and when you walk into work the following Monday, the rings that sit on your finger just so happen to catch sunlight snd sparkle.

“Woah!” Jacob’s eyes go wide. “Did you- did you get married?!”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “Yeah. What’d you do this weekend?”

“No, no, no,” the social studies teacher stammers out. “We are not changing the topic this quick!”

“Jacob,” Barbara groans as she walks into the staff lounge with your wife and Janine. “It is far too early for you to be up in arms about something on a Monday morning. Have mercy on me.”

“Y/N got married!” Jacob gestures to you wildly.

“You did what?” Janine gasps.

“Got married,” you state. “I don’t see why we have to make such a big deal out of-”

Unfortunately for your wife, the same sunbeam that caught your ring catches hers, and Jacob gasps again.

“Melissa! Did you- did you get married too? What the hell is going on here?!” The redhead just nods with a smirk as she holds her left hand up.

“What?” Janine turns to look at her work aunt in shock. “What the hell guys? I didn’t even know either of you were dating, much less engaged to be married!”

“Yeah,” you sigh as you stand to make Melissa her coffee. If the secret is about to come out, you might as well start being the good life partner that you usually are at home. “We didn’t tell no one for a reason. Babe, your usual?”

It takes about a second for your words to sink in for the two nosey teachers that you suppose you call friends. “What?” they both ask incredulously. Then they look to Barbara who just seems amused.

“Aren’t you surprised your best friend hid this from you?”

“I didn’t hide nothin’, lowercase,” your wife snorts.

Barb looks incredibly smug before revealing, “I was their witness.”

“What?” Jacob shouts at the same time that Ava, Gregory, and Mr. Johnson walk into the staff lounge. “Did any of you know that Y/N and Melissa were together, much less that they got married over the weekend?”

“That is news to me,” Gregory states in his usual monotone. Then he lets a smile slip through. “Congratulations.”

“Damn, that means MILF Manor is s possibility for-”

“Enough,” you cut off your boss. “Melissa and I got married, but we’ve been together for years, living together for years. This doesn’t change much in the grand scheme of it all.”

You can tell that Janine is going to argue, but thankfully, the coffee has finished brewing, and you can pour your wife her mug before exiting the room with a roll of your eyes.

Later, Mr. Johnson gives a talking head that he’s been aware of your relationship for quite some time now. He just grins at the cameraman, stating that this isn’t the first time a workplace romance has budded. Then he smirks. “They aren’t the first. No. That was me, all those years ago.”

It’s later that day that you and your wife are laying on the couch watching whatever reality television show Melissa put on. You suppose you should say she’s watching, you’re laying down reading a book. It’s nice that the two of you can sit in a comfortable silence, both doing completely different things while still enjoying each other’s company. The quiet between the two of you is broken when your wife sighs from above you, her hand going to run its way through your hair.

“What is it?” you ask her gently.

The redhead just takes a deep breath again before shrugging. “Nothin’.”

“That’s the loudest nothing I’ve ever heard,” you tease as you sit up and set your book on the coffee table. “What’s on your mind, babe?”

“It’s weird that the crew knows now,” Melissa muses. “But at least now maybe on the rare day that the two of us are actually on the same schedule, we’ll be able to take the same car to work.”

“We always could’ve done that,” you chuckle. “We’re normally the first two in anyway, aside from Mr. Johnson.”

Your wife mulls this thought over in her head before shrugging. “Well, since they know… I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before Janine spills the beans to Kristen Marie.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about?” you ask. “If it’s just that, I can pull mini into my room tomorrow and threaten her life… not that I would do anything, but I know a guy.”

“I’m your guy, dumb ass,” Melissa lets out a belly laugh. “And no, I think… maybe it’s time we tell the Schemmenti family?”

Both brows raise an incredible amount. In all of the years that you’ve been together, the redhead has never mentioned introducing you to her family. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” your wife sighs softly. “I think it’s time I stop being afraid of what my family has to say and just… bite the bullet. And then maybe bite the dust depending on what they have to say to me about us.”

“So dramatic,” you roll your eyes playfully. “My god.”

“You love me for my dramatics remember,” Melissa chuckles. “Would you be open to meetin’ my family?”

You roll your eyes. “Babe, I’ve been ready for years. I was just waiting for you to be ready.”

“I-” your wife hesitates. “I am ready. You deserve to be shown off for the wonderful wife that you are to me.”

And so, a few weeks later, you’re walking into your very first Schemmenti family dinner at Theresa’s house.

“Hi Ma,” your wife smiles that dazzling smile of hers. “This is Y/N, my-”

“Your girlfriend,” Theresa states, arms folded over her chest and giving you quite the judgmental look. It’s very clear where Melissa inherited her traits from.

The redhead goes to cut in and correct her mother, but the matriarch of the Schemmenti household continues. “She told us you were pretty.”

“Thank you?” you smile awkwardly.

Theresa shakes her head. “I didn’t tell you what I thought of you- only what Melissa said.”

“Ma!”

“I’m just stating a fact,” the mother rolls her eyes. “And if you would’ve let me continue, I would’ve said she was correct in saying that.”

“Thank you,” you say with certainty now. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I do hope I’ll be able to say the same things about you tonight. Come in. You’re the first ones here, but I’m sure the others will be here soon,” Theresa turns and walks in towards the kitchen. “Can’t resist my cooking, the gavones,” she mumbles to herself.

While the matriarch of the family walks away, Melissa goes to follow. You take her gently by the arm to hold her back though.

“She thinks I’m just your girlfriend,” you mumble into your wife’s ear. “What do we do?”

Melissa shrugs. “Maybe we just let her think that for a bit? Let her ease into it? She seems to like you so far.”

“That was her liking me?” you raise a brow as you slip your rings off and into your pocket.

“She didn’t outright tell you to leave, and she told you you were pretty. By Schemmenti standards, she already adores you,” your wife chuckles as she follows your actions. “And she’ll only continue to love you when you work your charm.”

“I don’t have charm, Lis,” you roll your eyes, but you do pull her in for a quick kiss. “I’m a dork.”

“A dork that I love,” Melissa smiles against your lips. “Just be you. Quick witted and sweet. The best of both worlds. And take her up on her offer for wine, and never say no when she asks if you’d like more- at least until your fourth serving.”

“Fourth serving?” your eyes widen. “Babe, I don’t know if I can-”

“I’ll subtly take some of the food off of your plate, but just… trust me?”

With a sigh, you nod. “I guess you know your family better than I do.”

Meeting the rest of the Schemmenti clan is… interesting. All of her siblings have something to say that your wife promises you are them showing that they like you, even if you don’t think so. They have quite an odd dynamic as a family, you must say. As dinner goes on, you would dare to say that they might just tolerate you, but your wife promises you that they are loving you.

And the kids in the family absolutely adore you. Even the youngest baby who won’t go to anybody but her parents finds herself nestled in your arms at one point during the night while she absentmindedly plays with your hair and necklace. 

“I don’t know how you just did that,” Melissa mumbles from next to you. Her hand gently cups the side of your head as she pulls you in to kiss your temple. “I’m usually the baby whisperer in this family, and even I can’t get the little bugger to sit with me.”

You just look down at the little girl in your arms. “She’s just a little shy is all,” you mumble as you press a kiss to the top of her head.

Eventually though, your wife’s brother takes back his baby, and you sigh softly. “I just have to use the bathroom,” you tell the redhead quietly. “I’ll be right back.”

Melissa nods with a smile.

“On my way back, do you want another glass of wine?”

“Please,” your wife smiles. “Thanks, hun.”

With that, you head to the restroom upstairs. As soon as your out of sight, Melissa’s family members are staring at her.

“What? I got somethin’ in my teeth?”

“Yeah,” Kristen Marie lies.

“Kristen Marie,” Theresa stops the quarrel before it can even start. “No.”

“Then what, Ma?”

“That girlfriend of yours…” the matriarch starts, and immediately the redhead is ready to defend your honor. When Theresa follows with, “I like her. A lot more than I ever liked Joe, and you ended up married to that stronzo.”

“She’s even good with Sophia,” Marie puts in her opinion.

“And how long of the two of you been together?” Seamus asks.

“Long enough,” Melissa shrugs.

“You plannin’ on keepin’ her around?” Kristen Marie questions. “You know… for a long time? Maybe forever?”

Green eyes twinkle. “Maybe.”

“I think you should consider it,” Theresa suggests. “She fits right in. Pretty, witty, a teacher… she balances you out nicely with her sweetness.”

“I can be sweet too, Ma,” your wife rolls her eyes.

“Oh, you know what I mean,” the mother huffs. “Just… consider it.”

It’s then that you make your way back into the living room with the promised glass of wine for your wife. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothin’,” Melissa mumbles.

“That was the loudest nothin’ I ever heard,” Kristen Marie laughs. “Just teasin’ ol’ red, as usual.”

“I’m not even two years older than you,” your wife grumbles at her sister.

“Still old.”

“Girls,” Theresa cuts in. 

It’s a bit later when the two of you bid farewell to the Schemmenti clan with hugs, and you get a kiss on the cheek from Theresa Schemmenti herself.

As soon as you’re in the privacy of your car, Melissa begins to cackle with laughter. You look to her as though she has three heads.

“What’s so funny, babe?”

“They love you!” the redhead continues to wheeze with laughter.

“And that’s funny because…?”

“Hun, they were basically tellin’ me to marry you while you went to the bathroom,” your wife wipes at the tears forming around her eyes.

“Oh,” you break out into a smile, and then you can’t contain your giggles either. “That- that’s hilarious!”

“I can’t with my family sometimes,” the redhead chuckles out as she begins to pull herself together to drive home.

You lace your fingers with your wife’s. But then you remember that you don’t have your rings on again, so you disentangle your hands, slip them back on, and then return to your position. Melissa does the same. “Should we tell them? Or do we just continue to let them think we’re girlfriends until they figure it out?”

“Who knows?” the redhead laughs. “For as smart as we can be, we can also be absolutely oblivious. Why do you think I didn’t realize you had a thing for me for as long as you did?”

“Well, I’m for whatever you think we should do. But I think it’d be hilarious if it got to a point where we had to have a fake wedding to appease them,” you laugh.

“Now that would be something,” Melissa hums. “We never did have a real wedding.” And then she pulls away and heads for home.

Only once the two of you are back at the house does the cameraman interview the two of you.

“Should I have told my family that me an’ my ‘girlfriend’ have been married for years before I let them meet for the first time, or should I just keep trying to slip it in? Because now they’re trying to hint that I should propose, and I’m wondering if it might just be easier to do a fake wedding,” Melissa tells the man. “My wife’s on board because she’s fantastic.” She finishes her spiel with a kiss to your cheek. You can only grin.

It’s about a month later that you head back over to the Schemmenti household for family dinner again. This time, you wear your rings, but the family doesn’t notice- the both of you wear a few rings as it is, so they blend in. When you go to the bathroom again, your wife’s family only continues to ask why she hasn’t asked you to marry you yet, and when is she going to grow the balls.

“If you don’t, I’ll ask her to marry me,” Seamus laughs.

Green eyes stare into his eyes. “Over my dead body.”

When you return from the bathroom with another glass of wine for your wife and settle into her hold, you can’t help but feel how she holds you just the slightest bit tighter.

“Give me your engagement ring, and move your band over to another finger,” Melissa whispers into your ear.

You give her a slightly curious look, but do as told. No sooner is your wife down on one knee asking you to marry her (for the second time). Of course, you agree to marry her. The Schemmenti’s are overjoyed.

And when you get into the car and ask her what that was about, your wife just rolls her eyes. “Seamus said he’d ask you if I didn’t.”

“So, we’re really going through with a fake wedding?” you chuckle.

“We are.”

Four months later, on the anniversary of the actual day that the two of you got married, you hold a fake wedding in your backyard. The Abbott crew and your side of the family know that this is all to appease the Schemmentis, but they’re happy to play along and be there for you since they weren’t at the first one- with the exception of Barbara Howard. The Schemmenti family is thrilled to watch as Melissa gets married, even if it’s unknowingly for the second time.

You do everything by the books. You have an ‘ordained’ minister (Mr. Johnson), best people (Barbara of course serves as Melissa’s while your sister is yours), your father walks you down the makeshift aisle, the little baby that melted your heart the first time you met the Schemmenti side is the flower girl. Vows are said, rings are exchanged, a reception is had. It’s magical.

“You think we should’ve done this the first time?” Melissa asks as the two of you lay in bed later that night.

You just kiss her softly. “I wouldn’t change a thing about our story.”

A year goes by, and the two of you are spending your fifth (first) wedding anniversary together- somehow at a Schemmenti family Sunday dinner. It’s not like you mind or anything- they’re family. And, you had already celebrated just the two of you last night.

After church though, Barbara did drop off a cake to help make this year just the slightest bit more special- five years married is a big deal. The two of you thanked her kindly and then decided that you were going to take it to Theresa’s for dessert.

Only when you open it, there’s a slight hiccup. It’s clear that Barb had intended for the two of you to enjoy this cake in the privacy of your own home. It very clearly reads, “Happy Fifth Wedding Anniversary!” on it. And before you can close the box, Theresa gets a glance at it.

“Fifth?”

Both you and your wife hazard a glance at each other. You’ve just been caught.

“Uh,” you hum softly.

Melissa takes a deep breath before, “Ma, I have a confession…” 

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@janeyseymour I KEEP MY PROMISES

Emergency Contact

Okay so, I was inspired by the episode where Mel falls, and honestly I just know if she had a wife, Barbara would’ve called her SO FAST. So this was born.

Enjoy.

You grin as you stare at your phone, caller id clearly reading ‘Abbott Elementary.’

“Mel, if you forgot to charge your phone again, we need to just get an extra charger to leave at the school.” You tease as you shut the door behind you.

“Hi, is this y/n?” Your smile drops at the unfamiliar voice and you stop in your tracks

“This is she.” Your words are tentative, voice shaky as you continue “can I help you?”

“Hi this is Janine Teagues from Abbott Elementary, I have it down here that you’re Melissa Schemmenti’s emergency contact?”

“Yes, that’s right.” You shake your head as you continue walking to your car.

“Well, I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s been an accident, can you come to the school?”

Your heart stops as you take in her words.

Melissa’s been in an accident? What happened, and why is your wife not calling you herself?

“I’ll be there in 15.” You spit the words out and hang up the phone, not willing to waste any more time on pleasantries when Melissa’s hurt.

You make the drive in silence, eyes focusing on the road, as you try to calm your racing heart.

Your tires squeal as you turn into the Abbott Elementary parking lot, haphazardly parking before running into the school.

“Whoa- where ya going?” A tall woman stops you as she steps out of the office off to the side of the area that bypasses the locked doors.

“Uh hi. I got a call from Janine Teagues stating that uh Melissa Schemmenti was in an accident?” The words are rushed, coming out at the same speed at which the thoughts are racing through your head.

“Janine called you? Damn, you must be the emergency contact.”

“Yes.”

“Alright then, I’m principal Coleman, I believe Melissa’s in the nurses office, you ever been here before?”

“I’ve helped Mel set up her room a few times, nurse’s office is right before the library isn’t it?”

“You got that right. Need an escort?” She says with a wink as she hands you a visitors pass.

“Nope I got it.” The words are barely out of your mouth before you take off in a sprint down the hallway.

You fly past the library, and rush into the little area that acts as a makeshift waiting room for the nurses office.

“Did you have to sprint in heels?”

At the sound of your wife’s voice, you stop.

“You’re okay?” Your voice is tentative, and you can’t help but hold your breath.

“Ankle hurts like a bitch, but I’m okay. Jesus, hon you look like you’ve seen a ghost, you good?”

“Am I good? Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti… Why on earth did your coworker call me and say nothing except for needing your emergency contact.”

“Janine called you?” Your wife’s voice is sharp and you shoot her a glare.

“Yes she did. But why didn’t you?” You sit next to her on the small cot and rub your face. “Jesus Mel, that was like the call I got when Dad died. It scared the fuck out of me.”

“Watch your mouth babe, you’re still in an elementary school.”

“Melissa.” The way you say her name lets her know that she’s got to explain quickly or she’s in trouble.

“Okay- I may have fallen this morning. It was nothing really, just bruised my ankle and aggravated my back, but I promise I’m fine.”

“What were you doing when you fell?”

“Walking. I tripped over some rock on the sidewalk, but it’s okay I didn’t even spill my coffee.”

“Mel… you’re injured and the only thing you care about is your coffee?”

“Hey! My wife made me that coffee.” She teases before nudging your shoulder with hers.

“WIFE?!”

The shout that could’ve only come from Janine makes you both jump.

“Jesus kid, what the hell?”

“You have a wife?”

Janine’s shout must’ve carried down the hall as three more people come rushing in behind her.

Melissa presses her fingers to her temple and sighs as she looks at you.

“Yes. I have a wife. Did you have to announce it like you were Jim Gardner!?”

“You never told us you had a wife?!? You told us you were married, but to a woman?!”

“You thought I had a husband?”

You laugh at the confusion in your wife’s voice.

Janine nods enthusiastically, hands flying with the speed of her voice.

“Well, yeah. You never said wife, just always said ‘spouse’ or ‘better half’- I just assumed they were a man-“

“Kid- I tried men, it didn’t stick.” Melissa interrupts while shaking her head “anyway-, I never hid anything. You didn’t ask.”

“Wait- are you saying, you’re like… a lesbian?”

“Jesus Christ Jacob, what tipped you off? Was it the wife?” Melissa replies dryly.

Before he can respond, Barbara, your wife’s best friend steps in the room.

“Melissa��s personal life is her own, she’s under no obligation to share. However, how are you y/n?” She says to you with a smile.

You smile warmly at Barbara, thankful to see at least one face you recognized.

“I’m alright now that I know this one’s alright. It’s good to see you again, Barb.”

“Wait?!? You knew?!” Janine exclaims.

“Of course I knew, I was at the wedding.”

Silence fills the small room, the weight of Barbara’s confession settling over the group. Janine stares in open mouthed as she processes this new revelation.

“You were at the wedding?” She finally sputters out, voice tinged with disbelief.

Barbara raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Janine, I choose not to gossip about coworkers, but yes I was at Melissa’s wedding. Her wife is a lovely woman and I have been honored to call them both my friends for the many years we have known each other.”

Melissa snorts from her spot on the cot, shaking her head.

“Lovely, huh? You haven’t heard her curse at the tv during an Eagles game.”

“Baby, that was a shitty call and you know it!”

You cross your arms, but smile softly, your anger and adrenaline melting away at the sight of Melissa’s smirk.

Jacob clears his throat, looking between the two of you.

“Well, I for one, think this is wonderful. These kids deserve representation, and it’s important for them to know that love comes in all forms. This is the stuff we should teach in classrooms.”

Melissa shoots an award winning glare at the young man “Jacob, you make me a poster and you’ll meet Edith Houghton.”

“Got it! No poster.”

Barbara sighs before giving Jacob a pointed look.

“Perhaps we should let y/n get Melissa home before you turn lunch into a sociology seminar.”

“Right! Sorry, Janine we should go. Melissa, rest well, let that wife of yours get you to a doctor.” Jacob leaves the room, pulling Janine with him

As soon as they leave, Melissa lets her head fall onto your shoulder and you kiss the top of her head softly as she groans

“Everyone will know by dismissal.”

“I know how you are about your personal life, but it’s good they know. They’ll forget about it eventually.”

“Too bad eventually isn’t now.”

“Like you won’t love bringing her to game night. Seriously though, y/n, I am glad you could come. Melissa did not want to call you herself.”

“Is that so?”

You turn to look at your wife, who is staring at the ground to avoid your gaze.

“Okay- I didn’t want to worry you. It’s just a bruised ankle and a stiff back. A few days of rest and I’ll be back to normal.”

You tilt your head, glaring at your wife.

“You’ll go to a doctor first to verify that. Also, you didn’t want to worry me? Mel, a stranger called me. And Janine at that. Had you just called me yourself, I would’ve panicked less.”

Melissa softens as she takes your hand.

“I’m sorry, hon. I should’ve called you myself. I love you, and I just didn’t want you worried.”

“I love you too, but I knew what I signed up for when I married you. Or did you forget who drove you to court when you threw corn at Ben Simmons?

“Y/n, why don’t you get her home? I’ll get Ava to watch over her class for the rest of the day.” Barb says as she leaves the room.

“Thanks, see you at dinner on Sunday.” You shoot the teacher a grin as you help your wife stand up.

“So… a rock?”

“It was a big rock.” Melissa insists, cheeks pink.

“Sure it was.” You shake your head, grabbing your bags. “Let’s go, tough guy.”

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Again, y’all. I’m sorry. She’s got me in a chokehold. I might write more chapters for this one. I kinda like it.

Don’t Take My Sunshine

WC: ~2.2k

“What did you call me, Schemmenti?!” Your voice rang through the empty hall of Abbott Elementary. The red-headed teacher has driven you crazy on every level possible for the last three years. She infuriated you from the beginning. She hadn’t even given you a chance when you started teaching at this school, immediately starting in on your appearance and your happy-go-lucky attitude, and then evolving to criticizing your teaching methods! She always knew exactly how to get under your skin, and after all this time you had hoped that she would have calmed down. Or that your skin would’ve gotten thicker.

Fiery hair flew out of the door down the hall, followed by piercing green eyes, a bright pink blazer over a charcoal blouse, flowy black dress pants, and heels that could puncture your heart. Her eyes landed on you, and you felt your breath catch slightly. Even though they always held contempt for you, her eyes were the most beautiful you had ever seen. They almost made her insults bearable. Almost.

“You’re a little sfigata! Comin’ in here, actin’ so full o’ life, an’ now I got my students wantin’ to know what youse guys are doing in the class next door! I can barely keep my kiddos engaged, then we got Mary Freaking Poppins havin’ sunshine and musicals every stinkin’ day! I’m so over you and your chipper little attitude! Get over yourself!” If this was how hostile she was going to be on week three of school, you were going to have to resign yourself to a long year. Your chipper attitude was hard-earned through years of bullies, exes, angry parents, and just plain mean people.

After three years, you had decided two things when it pertained to Melissa Schemmenti:

•She was undeniably attractive- a Philly thirteen, you swear to Gods- and she only got hotter when she was angry

•You were gonna kill her with kindness

“You think I sound like Mary Poppins?” You asked her sweetly, giving her as genuine of a smile as you could muster. You swear you saw her eye twitch. “That’s really sweet of you, Melissa. Just because you’re being so sweet, I’ll try to keep it down.” You gave her a quick wink, and dipped into your classroom to finish grading the tests from today.

You disappeared from Melissa’s line of sight so quickly, you missed the shocked expression flash across her face. It lasted less than a second before it turned to one of annoyance. She tightened her hands into fists, crumpling the papers in her left, before storming back into her own classroom.

The following week found you staying true to your word, keeping the volume to a lower octave than before. You didn’t have any less music throughout your day, though. The week also brought less snide remarks from the Italian next door. They were still there, but they were slowly losing their bite.

By the time Christmas break rolled around, she was almost… complimenting you? She took to not being so snide when she had a request to make, and you think last week you heard a ‘please’ come from those beautiful lips. You’re pretty sure it’s a real smile she gives you when she calls you things like ‘Little Miss Sunshine’ and ‘Princess Happy.’ You realized that, sure, when she was angry she was gorgeous, but when her eyes softened, and the corners of her lips curled up into a smirk at one of your sarcastic remarks, she went from beautiful to straight-up ethereal.

———

“So what did you do over Christmas break?” Janine Teagues slid into the seat next to you, while you attempted to eat your lunch. The stress from seeing your family over break had you so caught up in your own mind, you barely noticed Janine had sat down. You definitely didn’t notice the redhead’s eyes on you.

“Huh?” Was all you managed for a response in between stabbing at your salad with your fork. This seemed to shock a few of your colleagues, as Barb and Jacob both looked at you with concern on their faces. You were usually one to chat animatedly with Janine, or anyone, about a variety of subjects.

“Did you do anything over break?” She repeated, slightly more hesitant than last time.

“Oh, I went home to see my Grandpa,” you sighed slightly, remembering the disaster that was your impromptu family reunion.

It was just supposed to be dinner between you and your grandpa, but apparently over the last three years, he and your father had reconnected. You haven’t talked to your father since his horrible reaction to you coming out. It had been years since you had seen him, and you definitely had not wanted to see him yet. The night ended with you and your cousin screaming and arguing over respecting your elders, even if they disrespect you.

You ended up apologizing to your grandfather for the scene and coming home three days earlier than planned. You spent the remainder of your time away from Abbott making lesson plans, and trying to come up with more projects to get your kids excited to learn. The four pints of ice cream you went through did nothing to soothe your emotions.

“That must’ve been nice! I miss my grandpa. When I was little, he used to take me and my sister…” her voice trailed off as you pulled your mind back into school mode. After you had finished your lunch, you made your way straight to your classroom, not even bothering to bid farewell to a soul in the break room. Not a single one of those souls missed the frown that donned Melissa’s face as you left without saying goodbye, though no one was brave enough to call attention to her suddenly soured mood.

It took all of two minutes before Melissa was out of her seat, and marching down the hall towards your room. The bell rang as she was halfway to your room, signaling that her little eagles would be on their way back to her room. She muttered to herself, something about “saved by the bell” and “stinkin’ sunshine anyway,” and turned to meet her kids in her class.

The rest of the day went by without any major disasters. Other than the usual messes, and small arguments, the children were well-behaved, and your mode started to lift slightly. Being back in your class was bringing a sense of normalcy that you needed after the break. You were reminded that these kids look up to you and really do care for you as much as you do for them.

After dismissal, you gathered your things and made your way to the parking lot, avoiding goodbyes for the second time that day. It wasn’t that you were avoiding them per se, you just didn’t have the energy to be the happy-go-lucky person you try to be when at school, and you didn’t want any of your friends to see you like this.

It took an entire week back from break before you were finally feeling like yourself again. You had avoided any and all unnecessary interaction between your coworkers, which was surprisingly difficult, especially by Wednesday when Melissa had begun to try and seek out interactions with you. You taught kindergarteners, so the only teacher you couldn’t avoid at all costs was Barb, and she seemed to understand you needed space, so she only approached you if she absolutely had to. Thankfully, she hadn’t needed much, so you were able to keep to yourself all week.

Having to endure the entire week without you, got Melissa thinking. On Tuesday, she had thought maybe she had done or said something that crossed the line. Whether or not your cute little laughs had grown on her, she was still a Schemmenti, and Schemmentis had attitude. But between not talking to anybody the day before, and now you’re not at lunch, she realized she might miss that laugh a little more than she wanted to.

On Wednesday, she decided she’d find you and apologize. If she had hurt your feelings, she would actually feel a little bad. You had been a whole ass ray of blinding sunshine for three years, never once faltering at any of her quips, jokes, or all out insults, and if she had really gotten you with one, she hadn’t meant to. Especially not now, not when your smiles were make or break for her day, and your tears made her want to bare knuckle fist fight anyone who made you feel like shit.

Thursday morning brought fumes for Melissa. She hadn’t seen you in the parking lot before school, the break room for coffee, or first recess break, which she knew that you shared with her. And if anyone asks, no, she was not looking forward to seeing you or that beautiful smile that made her question everything or the way you clearly cared about every single student within these walls. She was definitely just upset because clearly you were shirking on your duties, that’s all. It was only during her planning period that she calmed down, and it was due mostly in part because of Barb joining the hot-headed Italian and expressing her concern for you. Realizing that Melissa was not the only teacher at Abbott that you had been avoiding made it slightly more bearable for the woman.

Then came Friday. The morning had been a nightmare for you, starting with waking up late, burning breakfast, and then forgetting your packed lunch right there on the counter in the kitchen. You got to work, and decided to sit in your car to decompress for a moment. Across the parking lot, you saw Melissa getting out of her car and start looking around, probably looking to see if Barb was here already. You were surprised when her eyes stopped on your vehicle, and she started making a beeline towards you. When she got close enough, you two locked eyes, and she began talking. You couldn’t understand her, of course. You were still sitting in your car, in shock that she had sought you out. You opened your door and the barrage of words was audible.

“-get off thinking that you can become a staple in my routine and then disappear? You got some nerve! You can’t just come in and make it all sunshiney and make everyone like you, and then avoid us all! Some of us rely on your insufferable chipperness, ya know?”

The funk of your last week was washed away in an instant as you realized something. Here Melissa Schemmenti was, scolding you, infuriated because she hadn’t seen you for a week. The last three months of you giving her the biggest smiles you could muster and the politest compliments you could think of, had worked.

“Hello?” Melissa’s voice snapped you out of your reverie, “You got anything to say for yourself?”

You grinned mischievously before replying. “You missed me, Schemmenti, didn’t ya?” You saw her soften slightly. Unbeknownst to you, she was flooded with relief. Barb had been growing increasingly worried about you, which of course only raised Melissa’s concern tenfold.

“How can I not miss my sunshine?” She asked with a smile. A real, genuine smile. You would’ve noticed her blush, had you not been too worried about hiding your own. “Just don’t take it away again, ya hear?”

———

“There’s my sunshine!” Melissa was leaning against the doorframe of your classroom with her arms folded across her chest, and a beautiful smile radiating across the room. It was the last day of school and you were just finishing packing the last of your things to head home for the summer. The months since winter break had brought a friendship between you, Melissa, Barb and Jacob that you had never thought would be possible. The four of you had become inseparable, sharing laughs and jokes amongst your days of dealing with the children of chaos, though you wished for more than friendship with one of them.

You looked up at her and smiled. She took your breath away. The last few years with Melissa took your emotions on a rollercoaster. The process from moving from enemies to friends was a long one, but it took no time at all for your good platonic feelings to turn into something very less platonic. You thought about all the work you did to become her friend, and decided you weren’t willing to risk losing that. Not yet.

So instead, you settled with the fact that for now, Melissa Schemmenti didn’t hate you anymore. “Hey, Mel. You, Barb, and Jacob ready to go?” She nodded and you followed her into the hall, meeting up with the other two of the Fearsome Foursome (Jacob’s idea), and heading out to dinner with your best friends.

As far as Melissa was concerned, she thought as she walked with her friends out of Abbott Elementary, she didn’t need to label whatever it was she was feeling for you. You had brought a sunshine into her life that penetrated all the dark little corners of her heart, and she’d be damned if anyone tried to take her sunshine away.

[schemmentigfs]

oiii, could you make a kind of small and angry girlfriend x calm and tall girlfriend, with melissa being the short girlfriend and reader being the tall one, like no one from abbott can understand how the two were together being so different but they still complete each other. obg <3

The Calm to Her Storm.

Summary: What is it like to date a short, stressed woman that everyone in the workplace is afraid of? Well, you have the perfect answer to everyone’s question.

WC: 6.23k

tags: @lifeismomentsyoucannotunderstand @lisaannwaltersbra @italianaidiota @kukikatt @dopenightmaretyphoon @schmentisgf @pitstopsapphic @jeridandridge @aliensuperst4rr

January in Philadelphia was a moody, unpredictable thing. One moment, the air was crisp and biting, the kind that nipped at your face and turned your breath into visible clouds. The next, it warmed unnaturally, tricking you into thinking spring might be around the corner, only to plunge back into bitter cold. This kind of back-and-forth wasn’t just a weather pattern; it mirrored Melissa Schemmenti’s energy. Unpredictable. Feisty. Fierce. At 5’1”, she was a storm packed into a deceptively small frame, quick on her feet and even quicker with her mouth.

Why does that matter, you even ask?

The right answer is simple, Melissa is the kind of woman who wears her anger like armor, ready to snap at anyone who dares question her or cross her. Her fiery demeanor, sharp tongue, and compact stature make her seem like a force of nature—small but mighty. She’s quick to react, often with an eye roll or a cutting remark, her temper never far from the surface. But beneath that exterior lies a loyalty as fierce as her temper. She’s protective of what matters to her, and that includes you.

Then there’s you–tall, calm, and always measured in your responses. The perfect balance. You stand above her by a good few inches, your movements deliberate and graceful, as if the world slowed down for you, while your girlfriend darted through it like an electric charge. You’re the counterbalance to her intensity, the calm in the storm. While she’s ready to bite, you’re the one who talks her down, your gentle presence soothing her when she’s worked up. People don’t get it, how someone like you could be with someone like her. But what they don’t see is how perfectly you two fit together.

It’s the little things that no one else notices. The way you can calm her with just a touch, the way her rants turn into soft-spoken words when she leans into you, the way you both find an unspoken understanding in silence. Even though you’re different, you’re exactly what each other needs. You ground her, and she lights a fire in you that you didn’t know you had.

Your daily routine together is a quiet, tender rhythm that reflects how well you complement each other in those five years of relationship.

In the mornings, when the alarm goes off, you’re the one who slowly rolls out of bed, your long limbs stretching languidly, while the redheaded woman’s eyes shoot open like she’s ready to attack the day, even if she’d much rather sleep. You laugh softly, reaching down to help her out of bed, your hand a contrast to her tiny one. The simple act of lifting her into your arms when she grumbles about not wanting to get up becomes a small, intimate moment of quiet affection.

In the kitchen, she’s always the one in charge making coffee, chopping vegetables with swift, precise movements. You stand by the counter, watching her with a soft smile, your taller frame leaning against the edge as you occasionally reach down to steal a kiss or gently help her reach something on the higher shelves.

At night, it’s when the real magic happens. After a long day, the two of you unwind with your routines. Melissa might be pacing around the house, restless, while you settle on the couch, curling up with a book or a movie. But the second she sits next to you, her head leans against your shoulder, and the energy between you both settles. Your hand, larger and warm, will rest on her thigh, a comforting gesture, and she’ll eventually soften into your side, her irritability fading into quiet affection. She might argue for a minute, pretending she’s not tired, but she can’t resist the calmness that you bring.

And when it’s time for bed, you always let her take the lead, even though she has to jump up to adjust the blankets on your side, while you just stand there, amused. She might snap at you to help her, but when you do, it’s her little laugh that makes your heart flutter. At the end of the day, Melissa, in all her fiery, feisty glory, always curls into you for warmth, her small body a perfect fit against yours. Your arms wrap around her like a protective barrier, and you kiss her forehead as she settles in, and despite all the differences, you both fall asleep in peace, knowing you’re exactly where you belong.

Monday was a complete chaos. The torrential rain slammed against the windows, the sound echoing through the house like an incessant drum. Lightning cut through the sky, followed by thunder, each louder than the last, shaking even the pictures on the wall. The electricity had flickered three times before finally going out completely, leaving the house submerged in darkness.

Melissa had been standing in the living room since the first blackout, pacing back and forth while holding a lantern that flickered more than it should have, dressed in a nightgown that ended above her knees and her favorite thick socks — the ones you thought were adorable, even though she said they were just practical. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few loose red strands, and her mood was even stormier than the weather outside.

“I swear to God, if this damn power doesn’t come back in five minutes, I’m marching to the power company and kicking down their fucking door!” the redheaded woman cursed, shaking the lantern as if that would make any difference.

You, on the other hand, watched the scene, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed, a playful smile fighting not to laugh. There was something incredibly funny about seeing her so irritated, especially because you knew that, deep down, she was more nervous than angry. Storms always got to her, even though she’d never admit it.

“Honey, do you know where the candles are?” your girlfriend suddenly asked, turning to face you as if you were the source of all her problems.

“You were the one who put the candles away, mi amore,” you replied calmly.

“This doesn't help at all!” Melissa huffed, marching to the next room with firm steps.

While she rummaged through drawers and shelves, Sweet Cheeks, the guinea pig from her second-grade class, who was under the two of your care that week, started squeaking from the corner of the room for his cage. She immediately stopped, her green eyes softening as she crouched down to talk to him.

“Oh, my little baby, you don’t need to be scared, okay? Mama Mel’s here,” she coos, her raspy voice melting into a completely different tone — a babytalk that almost made you explode with love. “You’re so brave, aren’t you? My orange-furred precious angel!”

“Babe, you’re seriously babytalking the guinea pig while the power’s out?” you teased, crossing your arms.

“He’s afraid, big dumbass. Animals have feelings too!” Melissa replied indignantly, picking up Sweet Cheeks and holding him against her chest. “Unlike you, he doesn’t find this funny.”

Another thunderclap rumbled, and this time the guinea pig squealed loudly. The redhead pressed the little thing closer to her, kissing his furry head. “It’s okay, beautiful boy, Mamas’s got you. Don’t listen to your other Mom, she is just a party pooper.”

“Who’s got you, Lis?” you asked, chuckling softly.

She ignored you, putting Sweet Cheeks back in his cage before grabbing the flashlight again and marching toward the stairs. “I’m going to get the candles from the attic. If I’m not back in five minutes, call the fire department.”

Reluctantly and with protective instincts kicking in, you followed her, trying to hold back the bite on your lip to keep from teasing her as she climbed the stairs with determined steps. The attic was the kind of place no one wanted to go — dark, filled with forgotten boxes, and, worst of all, likely inhabited by spiders. Melissa carefully opened the door, shining the flashlight into the space.

“If I see a spider or a rat, I’m burning this house down like Mary Camille on Thanksgiving,” she declared, feeling more tense than before.

“I don’t think insurance covers that,” you replied, leaning against the doorframe and watching as she stepped inside.

The attic was a claustrophobic maze of neglected storage. Dusty beams crisscrossed above, cobwebs clinging stubbornly to the wood and swaying slightly in the dim light. Piles of boxes, some collapsing under their own weight, were stacked precariously around the room. An old trunk sat in one corner, its hinges rusted, while an antique rocking chair leaned awkwardly to one side, as if abandoned mid-motion. The faint smell of mothballs and aged paper hung in the air.

The flashlight beam danced across faded holiday decorations peeking out of torn cardboard boxes, a tangle of extension cords coiled like snakes, and a moth fluttering near an old, broken lamp. The atmosphere was heavy, the kind of stillness that made you hyper-aware of every creak and rustle.

Your girlfriend’s shoulders visibly stiffened as her eyes darted around the space. “This place is like a horror movie waiting to happen.”

She started rummaging through the boxes, grumbling about “organization” and “who keeps candles in the attic anyway?” Then came another thunderclap, so loud it felt like it was right above the house. Melissa let out a small scream—a sound you knew she would try to deny later—and kicked an empty box in frustration.

“WHAT A CRAPPY NIGHT! WHAT A CRAPPY STORM! WHAT A CRAPPY ATTIC!” she yelled, flailing her arms like she was fighting with the universe itself. “Who even keeps candles in the attic, anyway?!”

You decided it was time to intervene. Before she could continue her outburst, you crossed the dark space and pulled her into a firm hug, wrapping your arms around her like a koala. The redhead began squirming, trying to break free.

“Let me go! I’m not a kid! I can handle this!” she protested, pushing at your arms with the strength of an angry little puppy.

“Of course you can,” you replied, completely unfazed, holding her even tighter. “But for now, you’re staying here with me until you calm down.”

Melissa kept grumbling for a few more seconds but soon stopped struggling. She rested her forehead against your chest, taking a deep breath. “I just hate all of this, okay? Storms… blackouts… they just make me nervous,” she admitted quietly, as if it were a secret.

“I know, love,” you nodded, running your fingers through her hair. “And you’re not alone. Besides, who’s going to protect Sweet Cheeks if you blow up the house?”

She let out a small laugh against your chest, even though she tried to hide it. “I hate you.”

“I love you too.” You kept holding her, feeling her small frame relax against you. After a few minutes, the scary Melissa Schemmenti went completely limp, the flashlight slipping from her hand and landing on the floor, its beam pointing at the ceiling.

“Red, you okay?” you asked softly, but when you looked down, you realized she didn’t respond because… she was asleep. The second grade teacher had simply passed out in your arms, like an exhausted child after a monumental tantrum.

“Of course,” you whispered, sighing quietly. “The big dangerous ol’ bear turned into a care bear.”

Carefully, you scooped her up into your arms and carried her back to the bedroom, trying not to trip on the stairs in the dark. Sweet Cheeks let out a small squeak from his cage as you passed the living room, almost like he was saying goodnight.

When you finally got Melissa into bed, she mumbled something incomprehensible and turned onto her side, burying her face into the pillow. You climbed in next to her, pulling the blanket over both of you.

The next morning, Melissa seemed strangely calm. She didn’t mention a single thing about the chaos from the night before neither the spiders, nor the attic, nor the little Sweet Cheeks, who was now squealing happily in his popsicle stick house crafted by your girlfriend as if he were grateful to have survived the storm. The morning light filtered through the slightly open curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden hue, but the peace was not enough to hide the constant motion that was happening inside that house.

The green-eyed woman, always practical, was already up, making coffee while you were still trying to muster the courage to get out of bed. The coffee maker hissed softly, and the familiar smell of fresh coffee mixed with the light aroma of bread toasting in the toaster. She walked through the living room with determined steps, holding a cup in her hand and checking the time on her wristwatch. Sweet Cheeks squealed again, and Melissa paused to smile at him, as if he were a coworker to be reassured before a big project.

“Litte fella is going to spend the week with one of my students starting today,” she said casually, adjusting her small hoop earrings as she looked at herself in the hallway mirror. “I think Destiny will like it if we choose her. Her mom said she’s been asking for a guinea pig since Christmas.”

You, still a bit sleepy, made your way to the hallway, your eyes half-closed as you watched her. She was standing there, facing the mirror, adjusting the collar of her seafoam green blazer that seemed to be her second skin. Her red hair, as always, was perfectly styled, and her red lipstick painted her lips like a signature. But there was something in that scene that made you sigh.

“Hun,” you started, leaning your shoulder against the wall while watching her. “Do you think, for one day, you could wear something other than those blazers?”

Melissa turned to you, raising an eyebrow, her face scrunched as if you had just suggested something completely absurd. “Why would I wear anything else? What’s wrong with my blazers?”

You bit your cheek, holding back a playful smile, before continuing. “Nothing... except that you’ve been wearing them practically every day for the last twelve months. Seriously, Lis, you and your blazers are practically one entity. Pretty soon, the people at work are going to start thinking you sleep in them.”

She huffed, but the small smile at the corner of her lips betrayed any indignation. “Oh, sure, because I should dress like I’m going to a fashion event and not to handle a classroom full of seven-year-olds and, occasionally, a squealing guinea pig in the classroom.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I’m not saying you should wear a ball gown,” you replied, moving closer to her and gently holding her shoulders. “Just something that shows you have other options in your wardrobe. Maybe even a cute sweater? Something that says ‘I’m Ms. Schemmenti, but I know how to relax.’”

Olive eyes were dramatically rolled but she didn’t step away from your touch. “You’re stupid.”

“I know. But you love me.”

“Unfortunately,” she joked, a playful glint in her eyes as she grabbed her purse and prepared to leave. Even though she would still wear the damn blazer that day, something in the exchange between you two seemed to soften the routine, as if it was a quiet reminder that, even in the midst of all the hustle, there was room for laughter and a little bit of lightness.

Arriving at Abbott Elementary, the contrast between the two of you was impossible to ignore. Melissa walked ahead of you with firm and confident steps, her bag slung over one shoulder, while you followed close behind, taller and with a more relaxed, almost lazy stride. The height difference between you always drew attention, and, as expected, the school staff didn’t miss the chance to comment when you both entered the building together.

Janine, who was carrying books for her class near the entrance, was the first to notice. “Good morning, friends! Whoa, how is it that you two manage to look even more opposite with each passing day?”

“It’s not about looking opposite,” Jacob chimed in, suddenly appearing with a pile of colorful poster boards. “It’s about synergy. It’s like… a visual metaphor for balance. Small and intense, tall and calm.”

Your girlfriend glared at her former roommate. “J, don’t start,” she warned, adjusting the strap of her bag and heading toward the teacher’s lounge.

Ava, sitting at the reception desk scrolling through her phone, looked up at the sound of the voice coming from the redheaded woman’s mouth. She gave a teasing smirk. “Well, look who’s here! Abbott’s finest. Hey, Stretch,” she joked, waving at you. “How do you not get lost with this little volume button walking next to you?”

Melissa let out a low grumble. “I don’t have time for this, Coleman.”

“No, but seriously, Schemmenti,” the principal continued, completely ignoring her warning tone. “Have you ever thought about carrying a portable step stool? You could stay at her level, like when you talk to your gremlins.”

“Good to know you’re so invested in the school’s academic standards, Ava,” your girlfriend replied sarcastically, pushing the lounge door open without looking back.

You, used to the jokes, just shrugged and headed toward the hallway where your classroom was located. Before going in, you spotted Gregory and O’Shon talking next to a cart full of gym equipment that the district send it a couple weeks ago. Gregory, as usual, had that serious, methodical air about him, while his new friend gestured enthusiastically about something that clearly wasn’t as important as he made it seem.

“Hey, Y/N!” O’Shon exclaimed when he saw you, breaking into a wide grin. “Tell me you’re finally coming to practice with us on Saturday.”

“Maybe,” you replied, tilting your head. “But only if you stop acting like a professional coach every time I miss a shot.”

Gregory let out a light laugh. “If you miss less, he won’t have a reason to act like a coach.”

“Oh, look who decided to be funny today,” you shot back, pointing at him.

“Seriously,” O’Shon cut in, clearly wanting to stay on topic. “You’re tall. You’ve got to use that to your advantage. Last game, we lost because no one could block the other team. If you were there, you’d be like a human wall.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it,” you replied, even though you knew you’d probably end up going—and that a certain redhead would have something to say about it when she found out.

“Think nothing, you’re coming,” the IT professional insisted.

“Yeah, yeah.”

The rest of the day had started off normally—well, as normal as a day at work could get. By mid-morning, Melissa was already knee-deep in chaos. Sweet Cheeks had escaped his container during a science activity, sending her classroom into a frenzy of shrieks and stomping feet. She managed to catch the little escapee with her usual grit, but her patience had been chipped away early.

The breaking point came during her prep period though. Melissa had gone to the supply closet to grab a new set of markers for her whiteboard and found, yet again, that someone (most likely Janine, your girlfriend muttered to herself) had taken the last box without replacing it. Or the school had ran out of them.

She stood there for a moment, gripping the empty box on the shelf. Her face turned red as frustration bubbled up to the surface. She marched into Ava’s office, the empty box clutched in her hand.

“Ava, can you explain to me why the school budget allows for your luxury coffee machine, but I can’t even get a fresh box of markers?”

The nonsense principal looked up from her phone, unfazed. “First of all, you’re welcome for that coffee machine. It’s what keeps this school afloat, honey. Second of all, markers? Really, Schemmenti? Just borrow some from Jacob or something.”

Melissa’s voice rose as she waved the box in the air. “I’m not borrowing from Hill. You’re supposed to replace the supplies you take. It’s not rocket science!”

“Whoa, calm down, Little Miss Volcano,” Ava said, smirking. “It’s just markers. Don’t have an aneurysm.”

That was it. The second grade teacher stormed out of her boss’s office, slamming the door so hard it rattled the hallway. On her way back to her classroom, she accidentally overheard a couple of other teachers gossiping about her.

“She’s such a hothead,” one of them whispered. “I don’t know how anyone puts up with her, especially her girl.”

“Yeah, can you imagine living with that kind of temper? I prefer death.”

Melissa froze mid-step, their words hitting her like a slap. She felt the sting of tears welling up and cursed under her breath. She stormed into her classroom, locking the door behind her. For once, the strong, fiery Melissa Schemmenti broke down.

You were passing by when you saw the closed door. Something about it didn’t sit right, so you knocked gently before opening it.

The green eyed woman was sitting at her desk, her hands covering her face, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

“Mel?” you prompted softly, shutting the door behind you.

She looked up, her tear-streaked face filled with a mixture of anger and vulnerability. “It’s nothing. Just… this stupid place sometimes…”

You crossed the room and knelt in front of her, taking her hands in yours. “Talk to me, sweet girl. What happened?”

“People… they talk. They don’t get me. They think I’m just some… angry woman, yelling all the time. I hate that people think I’m hard to love. I’m just—”

“Stop,” you interrupted gently, your thumbs rubbing the backs of her hands. “You’re not hard to love. I love you. More than anything. And anyone who can’t see past your tough side doesn’t know you like I do.”

Her tears spilled over again as she pulled you into a tight hug. “You’re too good to me,” she murmured into your shoulder.

“Not possible,” you whispered back, holding her as long as she needed.

Meanwhile, at lunch, your crew had already caught wind of Melissa’s emotional moment.

“I just don’t get it,” Ava began, her tone dripping with mock confusion, her perfectly manicured nails drumming lightly on the table. “How is Little Miss Angry Bird out here pulling Tall, Calm, and Gorgeous? She’s, like, half her height!” She motioned dramatically as if the sheer concept defied physics.

Jacob, sitting nearby with his reheated vegan lasagna, looked up thoughtfully. He adjusted his tie and smiled nervously, always eager to offer an answer, even when he wasn’t sure of it. “Opposites attract, right?” he ventured, his voice lilting like a question.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Opposites? That’s not opposites. That’s a comedy sketch. You’d think Melissa would need a whole stepladder just to kiss her and she is taller than big foot Teagues.” Her laughter erupted, loud and unapologetic, and even him couldn’t suppress a small chuckle.

At the mention of her last name, Janine shot her head up, trying to defend her grade partner and herself. Not being successful of course. “I’m not that small and so is Mel. Didn’t hear you complain about Frank’s height when he was volunteering with Dee, Mac, Dennis and Charlie here.”

“Shut up. You are going to make me lose my genius thinking.”

From her seat near the window, Barbara Howard, the ever-serene matriarch of the school, closed her eyes for a brief moment, as if summoning patience from a higher power— the Lord himself. When she opened them, her tone was measured but warm, her words as steadfast as her faith. “Relationships aren’t about looking similar or acting the same. Sometimes, it’s about complementing each other. Filling in where the other might be lacking.”

The principal raised an arched brow, unimpressed. “Complementing?” she echoed, dripping with incredulity. “Schemmenti’s basically a firecracker, and she’s dating, what, a tranquil pond?” She shook her head and smirked. “Nah. Doesn’t add up.”

Behind them, the camera crew caught every word. A microphone dipped low over the wooden circular table, capturing the kindergarten teacher’s sage wisdom and the irresponsible boss’s antics alike. And then, as if they’d been cued, the crew began setting up one-on-one interviews to dive deeper into the subject everyone in Willard R. Abbott had been buzzing about: Melissa Schemmenti and you.

First, the camera zoomed in on Janine, who sat forward in her classroom chair, her signature energy bubbling over. She gestured wildly as she spoke, her enthusiasm making her slightly out of breath.

“Okay, so, yeah, at first, I was so surprised,” she admitted, high-pitched with excitement. “I mean, Melissa is all, like, grumpy and tough, and Y/N is, like, so calm and tall and just… really sweet! But the more I see them together, the more I get it.” She paused, clasping her hands together. “It’s kind of beautiful, you know? Like, Melissa’s this fire that keeps you warm, and Y/N is this big, sturdy tree providing shade on a hot day. Together, they’re… they’re like nature! Fire and earth!”

The interviewer asked her to elaborate. “Do you think their differences work well together?”

“Oh, definitely! Like, one time, Melissa got really mad about a substitute parking in her spot, and she was just going off, you know? But Y/N walked over, all calm, and just… put a hand on her shoulder. And she immediately stopped yelling. Like, stopped mid-punch. It was magic!”

Gregory sat stiffly in his chair, his hands folded neatly on the table, his tie perfectly straight. He cleared his throat before speaking, his expression serious as ever.

“Well, I, uh, don’t really involve myself in people’s personal lives,” he began, his tone measured. “But, uh, if I had to say something… I guess it’s kind of like gardening.”

The interviewer raised an eyebrow. “Gardening?”

Gregory nodded, suddenly finding his stride. “Yeah. Melissa’s like a tomato plant. Tough, scrappy, grows best when it’s got a strong stake to hold it up. And Y/N… well, Y/N is like the soil. Quiet, steady, full of nutrients. They balance each other out.” He paused, considering his words. “Yeah. That works, reminds me of me and Janine.”

The camera shifted to Ava, who had swapped her usual teacher’s lounge throne for a plush chair in her office. She leaned back, clearly relishing the spotlight.

“Listen, I’m just saying what we’re all thinking,” she began, throwing her hands in the air. “Melissa? And her? It’s like seeing a fuckin’ pit bull cuddling up to a giraffe. Like, are they cute? Sure. Do they make any sense? Absolutely not.”

The interviewer pressed her, asking if she thought the relationship worked despite the differences.

“Oh, it works,” Ava admitted begrudgingly, crossing her arms. “But not because it makes sense. It works because hot stuff has the patience of a saint. Like, you gotta be a special kind of chill to deal with Ms. Schemmenti every day. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

Barb sat poised, her hands folded neatly in her lap, the epitome of grace. Her tone was warm and full of conviction as she spoke.

“Melissa and Y/N remind me of a well-conducted choir,” she began, her analogy surprising yet fitting. “Each voice is different, but when they come together, they create harmony. Melissa Ann has a strong, commanding presence—she’s the brass section, bold and unapologetic. And sweet Y/N is the strings, gentle and grounding. Together, they create something truly special.”

The interviewer smiled, clearly charmed by this wisdom. “So you think they bring out the best in each other?”

Barbara nodded, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Absolutely. Melissa has a fire, a drive that can sometimes be overwhelming, but Y/N doesn’t try to extinguish it. Instead, she nurtures it, gives it room to breathe. And my work wife, in turn, helps Y/N find her voice, to not be too reserved. It’s a beautiful balance.” She paused, her eyes softening with proud tears as she added, “Sometimes, the best partnerships are those where each person isn’t trying to change the other, but rather, they allow each other to grow.”

The shot shifted to Jacob, who seemed more nervous than usual in front of the lens. He adjusted his collar and cleared his throat, his tone quieter than the others.

“Okay, I have to say this,” he began, leaning forward like he was about to spill the juiciest tea. “I was Melissa’s roommate for a year after I broke up with my boyfriend Zach at the time. A whole year. And let me tell you, that woman is intense.” He emphasized the word with wide eyes and a small nod, as though reliving a war story.

The interviewer raised an intrigued eyebrow. “Intense how, Mr. C? Can you elaborate on it?”

“Well…” Jacob started, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “There was this one time—I’ll never forget it—she got mad at me because I accidentally left the door unlocked. It was a mistake! Anyway, she storms into the living room, looks me dead in the eye, and says, ‘Hill, I don’t live with idiots.’ And before I know it, she grabs me by the collar—grabs me by the collar!—and throws me out the front door. Like, I’m talking about the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air style, just like Jazz.”

They adjusted the zoom on his face. “What else ‘bout this day?”

The social studies teacher mimed being flung through the air, his arms flailing dramatically, and even let out a fake “Whooooooaaa!” for good measure. “I literally landed on the porch. The porch! She didn’t even break a sweat!”

The interviewer, struggling to keep a straight face, asked, “So… how does Y/N handle that side of her girlfriend?”

“Oh, it’s wild,” Jacob replied, shaking his head with a laugh. “I’ve seen Melissa go from full-on yelling like, the kind that makes your soul leave your body to totally calm the moment Y/N walks in. It’s like a magic trick. Three words, and boom, Mel Mel’s chill.”

“Final thoughts?”

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as if to punctuate his point. “It’s honestly amazing. If my mother figure had been dating her back when we were roommates, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up on the porch with a brushed knee. Just saying.”

Lastly, the camera cut to Mr. Johnson, who was leaning casually against a mop handle in the janitor's closet, a knowing grin spreading across his face. He didn’t seem fazed by the camera in the slightest; in fact, he looked like he had been waiting for his moment to shine.

“Oh, you wanna know about Molly Ringwald and her skyscraper of a girlfriend, huh?” the custodian prompted, his tone deep and full of amusement. He leaned in a little closer to the camera, like he was about to spill a secret that no one else dared to.

“Exactly, Mr. J. You can start if you feel ready.”

“Lemme tell you somethin’,” he started, pointing a finger in the air. “One time, I walked outta my closet—this shoebox, right here—and I see Melissa, bold as ever, standin’ on her tiptoes, kissing her girl right there in the parking lot.” He leaned back, shaking his head with a chuckle. “And let me tell you, Schemmenti ain’t no ballerina. She was wobbling like a ladder missing a rung, but she still made it happen.”

He tilted his head slightly, as if to consider the scene again. “Y/N, though? Cool as a cucumber. Didn’t even flinch. Just bent down a little, like it was nothin’. It was like watchin’ a squirrel try to get at a bird feeder, determined, a little ridiculous, but, hey, it worked.”

The interviewer asked if he thought your relationship made sense.

Mr. Johnson shrugged, tapping the mop handle lightly against the floor. “Look, love don’t gotta make sense to me. I’m just the guy who cleans up after everyone. But what I know is, you don’t see Melissa on her tiptoes for just anybody. That’s love right there. Pure, uncut determination.”

“That tall, calm lady of hers? She keeps our fiery redhead grounded. And Melissa, well… she’s like the spark that keeps her girlfriend from fading into the background. They balance each other out, you know?” He nodded, as if he had just explained the mysteries of the universe. “Kind of a miracle if you think about it.”

The camera crew, sensing they had struck gold, lingered for a moment longer as Mr. Johnson put a hand on his bald head.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he said, gesturing to the mop, “I got a cafeteria to clean before Jacob spills lentils all over the place again.”

Back to the classroom, Melissa wiped the last of her tears with the sleeve of her blazer, her green eyes still glassy as she pulled you closer. You had maneuvered her out of the stiff chair and onto the worn-out beanbag in the corner of her classroom. She leaned against you, her head resting on your chest, while your arms wrapped tightly around her.

“You don’t have to keep being so strong all the time,” you murmured, your fingers gently combing through her auburn hair. “It’s okay to let people in, especially me. You’re my person, sweetheart. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself.”

She let out a shaky laugh, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. “You make it sound so easy.”

“Not easy,” you corrected her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “But worth it.”

Your girlfriend lifted her head slightly, her lips curving into a soft smile. Her green eyes searched yours, vulnerable and full of emotion. “You know you’re my miracle, right?” she said quietly.

Your heart swelled at her words. “Melissa Ann…”

“No, let me say it,” she insisted, her hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “I was fine living my life the way I always did—thinking I didn’t need anyone, thinking I was better off alone. And then you came into my life, and suddenly, everything was brighter, softer. You’re my miracle. You’re what I didn’t know I needed.”

Her words were so heartfelt, so raw, that you couldn’t do anything but kiss her. It wasn’t rushed or desperate, but slow and filled with every ounce of love you had for her.

Unbeknownst to either of you, a small group of your colleagues was gathered outside the classroom door, their curiosity getting the better of them. Ava was leading the charge, of course, her phone held up to record whatever she could capture through the small glass window.

“I can’t believe they’re actually cuddling in there,” she gave a shit eating grin, trying to stifle a laugh. “This is like a Hallmark movie gone rogue.”

“Have a little respect,” Barbara hissed, though even she couldn’t hide the soft smile tugging at her lips.

Jacob, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, clasped his hands together. “This is so sweet. Look at them! It’s like watching true love in action.”

Janine wiped her eyes. “They came out of a fairy tale.”

Gregory stood with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed. “They’re going to notice us if you keep talking,” he warned, but no one was paying him any attention.

Inside, Melissa pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “I don’t care what anyone says about me. As long as I have you, I can handle anything.”

“You’ve always got me,” you promised, leaning in to kiss her again.

Just then, her ears perked up, and she narrowed her eyes at the door. “Hold on.”

The crew outside froze like deer caught in headlights as Melissa abruptly stood and strode to the door. She swung it open, revealing Ava, Jacob, Barbara, Janine and Gregory all huddled together, looking incredibly guilty.

“Jesus,” Melissa growled, crossing her arms. “Why am I not surprised?”

Ava straightened up, smirking unapologetically. “We were just checking to make sure our girl is in the right hands.”

The redhead blinked, caught off guard. “Your girl?”

Barb nodded, stepping forward with a gentle smile. “You deserve to be loved, dear. And from what we’ve seen, you’re with someone who does that perfectly.”

Jacob chimed in, practically glowing with excitement. “It’s true! She’s your perfect balance. Like I said earlier—yin and yang!”

Melissa’s stern expression softened, her eyes flicking to you before she looked back at the group. “Well… I guess it’s good to know I’m being monitored like a soap opera,” she complained, though the slight blush creeping up her cheeks gave her away.

“Anytime, Schemmenti,” Ava quipped, winking before turning to leave. “But for real, you’ve got yourself a keeper. Don’t mess it up.”

The group dispersed, leaving you and her standing in the doorway. She let out an exasperated sigh but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips as she turned to you.

“Well,” she said, leaning against the doorframe and giving you a look that was equal parts love and amusement, “looks like I’ve got their approval. Not that I needed it.”

You laughed, pulling her back into your arms. “It’s nice to know, though.”

She kissed you again, quick but tender. “Yeah, well… I already knew I was in the right hands.”

[temilyrights]

in the darkness (open your eyes)

melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

summary: melissa and reader are angry with each other over reader's dating life. who will break first? or will someone need to intervene to get them to pull their heads out their asses and make up? inspired by prompt 31 “Let’s just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen you.”

word count: 4.6k

warnings: arguments, swearing, hurt/comfort, insecure!melissa, age gap, reader is referenced as being under 30.

a/n: hello friends, this has been a long time coming. i've wanted to write for this queen for ages and when i finally sat down to do it the words didn't stop spilling out of me. i haven't been able to write like this in years, so i think i've found my passion again in melissa <3 it's good to be back. it's a long one and i hope i managed to capture her correctly. enjoy :)

For twenty years Barbara Howard has arrived at Abbott Elementary at 5.50am on the dot, just in time for her to park her car, take a stroll to the staffroom and make herself a coffee before Action News started at 6 sharp. Now, the walls of Abbott were never calm, but for 30 minutes every morning, while she sipped her coffee and listened to the soothing tones of Jim Gardner, everyone around her seemed to be able to keep themselves together. Even in her first year of teaching Janine had never tried to disturb her, maybe for once able to sense the importance of these moments for a successful teaching day. 

Barbara can tell it will not be a normal day in Abbott the moment she pushes past the green doors into the building. The energy is high in the air and she fears if she touches anything an electric shock might meet her. Still, she sends a prayer to God and pushes her way through the building.

No one was stopping her from getting her 30 minutes of peace. 

She finds the culprit for the upsetting energy the moment she crosses the threshold of the staff room and is not slightly surprised. Melissa sits in her usual chair, her face murderous, eye’s dark and tongue in cheek as she stares pointedly at the wall with her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Jacob sits on the couch, eyes on his phone and leg bouncing anxiously, he shoots a look around the room and when his eyes land on Barbara his body sags in relief, thinking he’s found safety. 

Whilst Barbara’s got no idea what has happened, she also notes that the room is empty apart from the three of them and although Melissa’s anger making people scram is not an uncommon occurrence, it has never, in the last two years since you joined Abbott, made you flee a room. In fact, Barbara had watched you calm Melissa down with a simple touch to her arm, something she has never been able to do. 

You did not fear Melissa, which means this anger was likely related to you. These moments were normally quick and fleeting and yet Melissa was so upset it was going to disrupt Action News. Definitely not a regular morning. 

“Would you like a coffee, Melissa?” Barbara asks, starting simple as she enters the room and makes her way to the coffee machine, barely sparing Melissa a glance.

Melissa stands and takes the coffee mug from the table beside her and throws it on the floor, shattering it into tiny pieces, making Jacob yelp. She stalks from the room, muttering angrily under her breath something about ‘betrayal’. 

Barbara sighs tiredly, pressing her fingers to her temples. Today was going to be a long day. 

She considers going after the redhead but as a simple question had produced such a ferocious reaction, she decides it is best to let her cool off before work starts and sits down with Jacob to catch the reminder of Action News. 

She was determined to not let today become a complete lost cause. 

Later, on her way to her classroom to set up for the day, she finds Melissa with her head buried in grading, probably a good idea and a way to calm herself down after this morning's fiasco. However, you’re completely missing from your classroom, very unusual. 

A complete disruption to your routine this morning it seems, Miss L/N.

Barbara lays eyes on you for the first time that day when she’s walking her class to their music lesson. You offer a smile and “Good Morning, Miss Howard,” but the bags are obvious under your eyes. You did not sleep well last night. 

“Good Morning. Your class is in an excellent mood this morning. Gym class?” She asks, looking behind you to the excited third-graders who stand in lines of two, well-behaved but talking in a low excited chatter. 

You chuckle, “I’ve never known a class to love it more.”

Barbara hums, waving goodbye as you turn off down the corridor towards the gym. She drops her class off with the music teacher, making sure to remind them to be well behaved before she heads back down the corridor, stopping at your classroom. 

You look up from your desk, surprised. “Can I help you, Barbara?” 

She’s never seen the point beating around the bush, and she was not about to start now. “I ran into a very angry Melissa this morning. Do you know something about that?” 

Your entire body tenses, your smile going rigid and tight on your face. Barbara can see the anger simmering behind the surface. Unusual. You were always more calm, more open to reason. “I’d be more surprised if you’d said she was in a good mood. Now I’ve actually got work to be doing, if you don’t mind.” 

“Y/N,” Barbara sighs, giving you the pointed look that always works on students and teachers alike. 

You shake your head, “I really respect you a lot Barb, but you’re not gonna be able to fix this one. Please just leave it alone.” 

Barbara stands there for a long moment, staring at you, before she releases a sigh. “Fine. But one of you needs to fix this because Abbott barely has enough mugs as it is.”

She gives you one last pointed look before leaving the room. You sink into your desk, hands capturing your head to stop your head from slamming against the desk and adding to your already growing headache. 

Fuck Melissa Schemmenti. 

Fuck everything about her. 

She had no right to be angry. You’d done nothing wrong. You felt bad for blowing off Barbara, you knew she was just trying to help. And usually a pointed look from her had you confessing your darkest sins, but not this time you couldn’t. She couldn’t fix it. Melissa was the one in the wrong and you were gonna keep a wide berth until she bloody well realised that. 

Although knowing Melissa, you’ll be on your deathbed before that happens and maybe even then she’ll find something scalding to say. It’s what you get for trying to have an honest conversation with a red-headed cancer. 

She was more ill behaved than your worst students. 

 ——

You dismiss your students for lunch minutes before the bell rings, hoping you’ll be able to run to the staff room and grab your lunch and run back without facing the redhead. It’s not that you’re scared of her, you simply don’t have the energy to deal with her attitude so eating in your classroom was the best option. 

However, your plans are foiled when Ava stops your pathway talking about a new tiktok challenge that she wants you involved in. “You’re the only teacher that won’t embarrass me and show off that this place has at least some fit, young teachers.” 

“Sure, whatever. I need to go.” You say, not really listening as you put an end to the conversation and move past her. 

“Rude!” She yells back at you, “But do your thing, girl!” 

By the time you make it to the staff room everyone is already there. Jacob is telling an over the top story about something uninteresting to Janine and Gregory. And Barbara and Melissa are talking quietly at their usual table, where you usually join them. Melissa looks calmer than when you’d spoken to her this morning, she even smiles at Barbara, however the moment you step into the room it all fades away. Her eyes land on you and her eyes harden and her shoulder tense. She jabs the salad in her tupperware harshly. 

You can’t contain your eye roll and don’t bother to say hello to anyone as you make your way through the room to the fridge. 

Janine picks up on the tension in the room, drawing her away from Jacob’s rambling that appears to have gotten more anxious. “Woah, what’s going on guys?” 

“Nothing.” You say.

“Y/N’s a snake.” Melissa gruffs at the same time. 

You slam the door to the fridge before you can grab your lunch, swinging around to glare at her as Barbara releases a horrified, “Melissa!”

“You’re a child. Just grow up!” You growl. 

“Rich comin’ from the girl that isn’t even thirty yet.” 

“Well that wasn’t a problem for your sister when I went on a date with her last night!” 

The gasps in the room are instant. Even Gregory breaks out into a coughing fit as he struggles for breath. And okay, yeah. So you went on a date with Melissa’s sister, but in your defence you hadn’t known she was her sister until half way through the date and then you’d fucking ended it because you knew Melissa would get her panties in a twist. 

And you thought you were being a good friend coming clean, that it would be a funny story. But no, classic Melissa flipped her shit talking about betrayal and schemes. 

“Kristen Marie?” You hear Jacob mutter horrified under his breath. You don’t bother to correct him but no, her you knew. It had been Toni, Melissa’s youngest sister. You’d matched on Tinder and apart from both having green eyes there was nothing on her profile that gave away they were siblings. Toni was tall with short brown hair. You hadn’t even known she was from Philly until you showed up.

Melissa pushes herself up from her chair, her eyes dark and murderous as she stalks over to you. “I want nothin’ to do with ya.” 

The hurt you’re feeling is shoved down. There’s no place for it when she’s angry. “Fine by me. If you’re this upset over one date I left early then maybe it’s a good call to bring this friendship to an end.” 

“Guys-” Janine tries to interrupt.

“No,” You state hardly, eyes never straying from Melissa’s cold ones, “Schemmenti finally knows what she wants.” 

“Yeah I do, and it’s you far away from me. In fact, so it’s clear for everyone just how I feel about this traitor, let’s say that if I saw you bleedin’ out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen ya.” 

More horrified gasps. The words hit you in the chest but you barrel forward, your words scalding as you see red. “Wow, Schemmenti. It’s real no wonder you’re alone, is it? Determined to run anyone out your life that shows you any kindness. I’m surprised Joe lasted so long.” 

Barbara shoots up, lips pursed and hands signalling a sharp line. “Enough! That is enough!” 

Your shoulders slump, tired and drained. Everyone looks on edge, Janine close to tears although the words hadn’t been directed anywhere near her. Barbara was right. 

You sigh, turn around and grab your lunch from the fridge while Melissa storms back to her chair. 

“I’m sorry for the disruption. Enjoy your lunch.” You say to the group as you head for the door. 

“Yeah, and don’t come back.” Melissa grunts. 

“Oh, fuck off.” You snip, sending her one last glare before you storm back to your classroom where you close the door with perhaps too much force behind you. Which works in your favour because it’s a great deterrent in case anyone gets any unwise decisions to follow you, luckily they don’t. 

Over the course of the next week you try every mindfulness trick in the book but still end up going home most evenings and screaming into a pillow. Everyone for the obvious reason that they weren’t shit scared of you had started coming to you begging you to fix the relationship between you and Melissa, like she wasn’t the one to burn it down in flames in the first place!

You don’t care how many times Janine comes to you crying about Abbott peace needing to be restored, or Jacob complains that he’s running out of crockery because Melissa keeps smashing it, or even Barbara’s pointed looks (which you know Melissa will be receiving as well) you refuse to give in. Not this time.

Ava’s pointed, “Fix this because I’m not starting doomsday with a fighting crew so I will have to pick, and it’s not looking good for you.” definitely hurts a little because you thought you were friends. 

“This is the end of the world, Y/N. Friends get you killed! I need a crew with skills to make sure I survive.”

You walk away from that conversation and miss Melissa not for the first time that week. She’d say something kind to cheer you up like, “Doomsday ain’t happening, but if it does I’m not anyone’s patsy. Me, you, Barb and her family are all headin’ up to my timeshare and I’m keeping youse safe.”

As you walk the hallways of Abbott you hear her voice through the open door of her classroom. You pause, leaning against the wall where she can’t see you, and listen to her teach. You haven’t heard her voice void of hate all week and it was draining you. For a woman set on wanting nothing to do with you, she seemed to be around every corner shooting you a glare or scorching remark. 

You melt into the wall, and listen to her lead her class through a grammar lesson, her voice gentle as she praises and encourages students. You miss the days you could drop in to her class on your free periods and bring her a cup of coffee just to see her eyes light up and receive a warm smile before leaving her to teach. You miss sharing food over lunch, you hate not having anyone to try your new recipe’s on. You miss every little soft touch she’d give you throughout the day, a hand on your arm, on your upper back, on your shoulder. You didn’t realise how much you relied on those moments to keep you steady until they were pulled away and suddenly you didn’t feel safe in your own body anymore. Ridiculous. You lived many years before Melissa Schemmenti your body and brain just needed to get the memo that it was happening again. 

You needed to get over yourself because your friendship with Melissa Schemmenti was dead. Those kind comments weren’t coming and you needed to stop yearning for them if you wanted to survive at Abbott. First things first, maybe stop wistfully waiting outside her classroom. 

You’re back in your classroom at the end of the day, packing up after dismissing your kids, when Ava’s voice rings through the intercom, “Miss Schemmenti and Miss L/N report to Miss Howard’s classroom immediately.”

What the hell?

You frown and place the books in your hands down before you head towards the kindergarten's teacher’s room, curiosity getting the better of you.

Melissa runs into you in the corridor, her brows drawn together in confusion. “You know what this is about?” She asks gruffly.  

“Not a clue.” You sigh. 

You let her lead the way into the classroom. Her walk signalling her preparation for battle. The protective streak in her simmering under the surface, you’d be dumb to think it had anything to do with you. 

The kindergarten classroom is empty and in perfect order. Barbara Howard stands poised perfectly beside her desk, her head held high. “I’d like both of you to sit down please.” She says in her sickly sweet voice. The one you know means danger if you don’t comply so you perch on a desk near the front of her class. 

StIll, Melissa doesn’t follow orders. Instead, hovering by the door. “Barb, what’s going on?” 

Barbara holds her gaze, eyes flashing, even as her voice drips with honey, “Melisssa, dear. Sit down.” 

She grumbles but this time complies, choosing the desk on the other side of the aisle to you. “Happy?” 

“Wonderful.” Barbara clasps her hands together and starts making her way to the door. “Now, you two are going to fix what’s happened between you-”

“I’m not talking to that-”

“Barbara-”

“I do not want to hear it!” She cuts you both off. “I’ve had enough of the temper tantrums and sulking. You’re worse than the teenagers. So pull it together and admit you miss each other so people can stop walking on eggshells and poor Janine’s hair stops falling out.” 

Thoroughly told, you slump further in on yourself as Barbara strides out of the room. The door shutting behind her and the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking into place.

You chance a glimpse of Melissa from the corner of your eye. Surprised she wasn’t up, ready to kick the door down to escape you. It’s then you notice just how tired she looks. Her makeup has begun to fade, revealing the dark circles under her eyes, her face was drawn and pale, her eyes lacking their usual sparkle. She looks exhausted.  

“Melissa, what’s it going to take for you to forgive me?” You ask plainly. 

She shoots you a glare, eyes full of fire again. The tiredness hidden and slammed up behind shields. “You know this ain’t a forgive and forget sorta situation.”

You push yourself off the desk and walk closer to the woman of your torment, “What so we don’t listen to Barbara and Abbott continues to be an awful place to work because everyone is uncomfortable whenever we’re in the same room.”

She shrugs, “I’ve worked with enemies before.” 

“I’m an enemy now? Come on! It was one lousy date! You wanna throw away years of good friendship for that? I’ve apologised multiple times and I’ll do it again. I’m sorry Melissa. I wouldn’t have gone on the date if I’d known. You must know that.” You say incredulously, watching the hard-headed woman in front of you. “Why would I wanna jeopardise my closest relationship here? You really think you mean that little to me?” 

She wavers, the words touching her, but she doesn’t soften. Instead, she pushes herself off the desk, making herself taller. 

“You talk the talk. But if that’s all true,” she jabs a finger in your direction, “why’d you send goddamn’ nudes to my sister, Y/N!” 

Your eyes widen, jaw dropping in shock. “What the hell are you talking about? We went on half a date. Why would I have sent her nudes? Do you really think I’m that sort of person?” 

She crosses her arms against her chest, “I saw her last Sunday, before your date. She told me about this ‘young thing’ she was messagin’ and receivin’ risky photos from. You tellin’ me that weren’t you?”

“Firstly, ‘young thing’ is disgusting.” You protest, and Melissa winces in agreement. “But more to the point, no it was not me. Not that it would be any of your business if I did decide to send those types of photos to someone because I’m an adult and it’s my choice, Melissa. I get she’s your sister but I told you I left the date when I found out and that I had no interest in seeing her again. So I just don’t understand what the problem is.”

She sighs, and takes a step back. “You really tellin’ the truth?” 

“Yes!” 

“Fuckin’ hell,” She grumbles.

Her gaze drops from yours as she kicks her shoe into the ground, a frustrated grunt leaving her lips. When she looks at you again, her gaze softens, the anger melting away leaving her vulnerability exposed.  “Look, I hated the thought of her seeing youse like that, alright? I love my sister but she’s not got the best track record of treatin’ women the way they ought to be treated and I didn’t want you messed up in that. If you were sharin’ those photos it should be with someone that respected ‘em, respected you. Not someone that treated you like her latest play thing.”

“So you took it out on me.”

“Well you still went on a date with my sister,” She says with an eye roll, “but I guess I got a second wind of anger when I connected the dots and It was easier to blame you. I’m sorry.” She shrugs.

You smile tenderly. The calm good, hope settling in your stomach that everything might actually be okay. She cared about you being treated right, that was something, at least.

“I’m sorry too. For everything I said in the staff room. I didn’t mean it.” You respond genuinely. You’d regretted the words as soon as your anger had faded. 

“All’s good.” She shrugs again, with a smile. And you know you’re forgiven, even if you don’t feel like you quite deserve it. 

She tilts her head, fingers tugging on the belt straps of her jeans - which doesn’t make your heart skip a beat at all. “Let me ask one thing ‘nd then we can move on for good.” 

You clear your throat, “S-Sure.” 

“Why her?”

“Mel-” You shake your head.

“Come on, there’s gotta be loads of women on those apps, but ya choose to meet with Toni, why?” She asks, watching you closely, eyes guarded, like she’s scared of your answer.

You sigh and contemplate lying or refusing to answer, especially with how new the calm is and how quick she can be set off again. But you also don’t want to refuse her and you can see the vulnerability she’s desperately trying to hide.

“Honestly?” You shrug, unable to hold her gaze, “I liked her eyes.” 

“Seriously?” She chokes, eyes widening in surprise. She ducks her head and shifts on her feet, “People have always said we got the same eyes.” 

“Similar. Yours are lighter, bigger, prettier.” The words are out your mouth before you can stop them and you kind of want the ground to swallow you up whole. 

Melissa smiles, her cheeks dusting pink, as she laughs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay, hon.” 

The compliment hadn’t been intended and leaves you feeling exposed, but still you hate her immediate refusal. A trend since you started at Abbott. Apart from compliments on her teaching, which she accepts, she’s always quick to dismiss the kind words that come from your mouth. Any compliments on her hair, her outfits, her personality are all quickly laughed off. You hate it, and what’s worse, you really don’t understand it. She accepts everyone else’s nice words, you know she’s so confident in herself, so it doesn’t make any sense. 

“Why do you do that?” You ask, sighing. 

She furrows her brows, “Do what?” 

“Always reject the compliments I give you.” 

She huffs, eyes averting yours. “I don’t.” 

“Oh, come on,” You chuckle, “You’re gonna have to do better than that.” 

She crosses her arms against her chest, shrugging, “You’re a kid, whats it matter if I accept your compliments or not?” She challenges

“I’ve told you not to call me that.” You say firmly, eyes narrowing. 

You had this conversation a few months after you started working together and she promised she’d stop calling you that. You were aware of the age gap, but that doesn’t mean you need to be patronisingly called ‘kid’, especially by Melissa. She knew better. 

Her eyes narrow as her hand comes out to wave at you, “But you are, alright? Ain’t even thirty. Why are we kiddin’ ourselves with nice conversations and stupid compliments that mean nothin’.”

“You don’t honestly believe that,” You breathe, voice calm even as your heart beats rapidly. 

“You should be hangin’ out with kids your own age, not me.” 

“I do, you know this. I have out of school friends and I’ve got Ava and I join the after school crew sometimes.”

She stares at you, her eyes hard even as her hands shake. You reach out and place a gentle hand over hers and watch as her whole body relaxes. 

Her eyes squeeze shut and she drops her head, a deep sigh escaping her lips. 

“Mel, this is me.” You whisper. “My favourite part of the day is sneaking into your classroom and giving you a coffee because it makes you smile. You have no idea how much I’ve missed it this last week. It just so happens that out of everyone you're still my favourite person to be with. What’s so wrong about that?”

Shining green eyes meet yours, “I ain’t good for ya.” 

Your brows draw together, heart aching as you step closer to her. “That’s not true.” 

She’s so close you can see the brown specks in her green eyes. You want to reach out and cup her cheek, hold her close and help somehow. 

“Isn’t my opinion what matters?” You prompt. 

Her eyes gaze back into yours, pained and tormented. 

“You’re a terrible idea.” She breathes, voice so quiet you barely hear it over the sound of your thumping heart. 

“Mel,” Your heart thuds, your voice shaking as you're guided closer by an invisible force. Your hand rests on her upper arm, hers perching on your waist and all your thoughts disappear in an instant as your eyes squeeze shut and you try to remember how to breathe. 

Her eyes track your face, memorising every detail now she has you so close. The slight furrow of your brow, your delicate eyelashes, your open mouth.

“Fuck it,” She sighs, her hand coming up to cup your cheek, fingers cool against your overheated skin. Your eyes open and Melissa’s darkened ones stare back at you. Your teeth dig into your lip and her eyes follow the movement. 

You can’t find your breath as Melissa guides you towards her, her mouth slowly moving closer to yours. Your fingers grip into the cotton of her t-shirt the moment her lips tenderly brush against yours. You melt into the kiss, a mew escaping your mouth as you kiss her back. All thoughts gone as you give into the sensation of her lips against yours.

It doesn’t last long but you still can’t find your breath when Melissa pulls back, a nervous smile on her lips. 

“Wow,” You breathe.

She chuckles affectionately, her eyes warm as she watches you. “That’s all you’ve gotta say?” 

“Uh…Kiss me again, please?” You offer

She chuckles again, her smirk victorious as she rolls her eyes. “Come on, tell me what you’re feelin’” 

“Oh, isn’t that obvious?” You squint, “I’m obsessed with you. I have been for ages. You’re the one that was keeping it all close to the chest, Schemmenti.” 

She shrugs, “Dunno. I might’ve suspected you had a thing. Wasn’t sure though, and with those dates you’ve been going on. I was gettin’ mixed signals.” She rolls her eyes. 

She’s been going on dates as well but it seems pointless to point that out. “Melissa, I’m crazy about you.” 

She grins, “I kinda have a thing for ya too.”

Your heart thumps at her words, like the kiss wasn’t enough confirmation. Her smile and warm eyes, matching your own goofy smile. “That’s good to know. How about you let me take you out for dinner?”

She rolls her eyes, “What the same place you took my sister? No hun, I’m takin’ you out.”

Your teeth dig into your lips as you try and fail to suppress your smirk, “Oh, was that the real issue? Jealous that your sister got to go out with me first?”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” She grumbles.

“Oh yeah, is that so?” You tease, leaning in close. 

Melissa’s eyes darken, “I’d watch it if I were you.” 

“Why’s that?” You ask, excitement rippling down your spine.

“‘Cause you’ve got no idea what I’m capable of.”

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise.” 

Your body heats up. All the air leaving your lungs as Melissa laughs. 

“This is gonna be fun.” She grins. 

She pats your hip, “Come on, hon, let's find a way out of this room and then I’ll take you on a proper date.”

You nod, unable to form words as you follow her blindly.

But with Melissa Schemmenti, you know you’ll always be okay, even if she does have a dangerous impact on your ability to regulate your breath.

You think it’s worth it. 

For a woman that beautiful, just about anything is. 

[springwitch8]

picture you (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: when melissa comes over to check on you after a rowdy night, she's met with a tantalizing display of what the thought of her stirs in you.

warnings: lesbian sex duh (18+), voyeurism, masturbation, squirting, alcohol consumption and memory loss, teasing, vibrators, overstimulation, "casual" sapphic situationship

notes: hi sorry for being gone for six months (if anyone cares), but i'm back at least temporarily for kinktober. this is a fic based on "picture you" by chappell roan, so go listen to it for the full experience. i feel like this is kinda bad and idk why i wrote it other than i'm gay and deprived of affection. but that's the writer's burden is it not

the morning after ava's halloween party, you startled yourself awake with a jolt and a gasp. given how much alcohol you'd had the previous night, you expected to wake up in a puddle of sweat or worse. instead, you were tucked into your bed, dry, warm, and barely hung over. well, mostly dry.

you shifted your legs under the sheets and sighed. another pair of panties ruined because of her, you thought.

and yeah, you did blame melissa. she spent the whole night riling you up, only to then deny you sex because you were drunk. the two of you had been hooking up at every opportunity for a couple weeks. it was meant to be an occasional thing, an escape from the stress and tension of your daily lives as educators. but once you finally got your hands on each other, neither of you wanted to pull away.

vignettes from the previous night played on a loop in your mind. your memory of the party was a hazy blur that began at melissa's place. after much convincing, melissa had agreed to be the rio to your agatha for halloween. it was an easy look to throw together last-minute, given the amount of green in her wardrobe and black in both yours and hers. this was convenient because ava, true to form, had announced her party just two days before it was meant to happen.

"hold still," melissa said as she leaned into you. your eyes fluttered shut as she lifted the purple-dusted makeup brush to your eyelid. her free hand found purchase on your thigh. you held your breath as she gently applied the eyeshadow. "shakin' ain't still, princess."

"sorry," you breathed. she painted your other eyelid and then reached into her bag, retrieving a soft pink lipstick. she uncapped it and raised it to your mouth.

"open," she said simply. your lips parted and she smoothed the lipstick on. you were so focused on the command and the smell of her perfume and how close her face was to yours; you didn't even notice the way her fingers were slowly creeping up your thigh. "alright, pretty girl, you're done."

she withdrew her hand from your inner thigh and smiled when you whimpered at the loss. then she took your hand, pulled the hood of her green cloak over her head, and started toward the door. you scoffed at her fruitless teasing.

"come on," she planted a kiss on your cheek. "we're already late."

lying in bed, you remembered how she looked in that moment: the slinky black dress teasing her cleavage, the lacy green robe draped over her shoulders and caressing her long red waves. you recalled the warmth of her palm on your leg and the unmistakable lust in her smoky eyes. your face flushed and you squirmed under the covers.

once again you felt the dampness of your underwear, which reminded you of the racy dream you had after melissa tucked you into bed and left. you pressed your thighs together as the dream came back to you in bits and pieces—a subconscious compilation of all the things you wanted her to do to you last night.

in your mind's eye, you saw the redhead pinning you against ava's bathroom door, one hand over your mouth and one sneaking under your skirt. you remembered dancing with her, her hands running greedily along your curves and summoning goosebumps in their wake, and imagined what would have happened if her fingers had dared to venture under your dress. you could practically hear her reaction: "no bra? you must want me bad, baby."

now you were hot and bothered again at the mere image of her. almost unconsciously, you reached down and dragged your ruined underwear down your legs, leaving you bare except for the oversized tee melissa picked out for you to sleep in. on instinct, your fingers began to migrate down your body, searching for the source of the tingling between your legs. another flashback from the party swept your psyche.

the game was simple: you jump, you drink. you, melissa, mr. johnson and gregory—who was only participating out of loyalty to his unspoken status as the most rational and collected teacher at abbott—all played along while watching sinister.

"sit on my lap, sweetheart," melissa whispered in your ear as the opening credits played. there was plenty of room for the four of you on ava's couch, but that didn't matter to the redhead. when you sheepishly complied, gregory gave you both a puzzled look. "gotta make sure this one doesn't cheat."

you got comfy on melissa's lap and watched the screen, steeling yourself for the scares ahead. not even ten minutes into the movie, you had to take your first drink. the protagonist crept around while ominous music grew ever louder, and you braced yourself for the first jumpscare. just then, while you were on the edge of your "seat" on top of her, melissa pinched the back of your right thigh harshly. you startled in her lap, and mr. johnson hollered, "that counts, bottoms up!" melissa smirked and soothed a thumb over the bit of skin she'd squeezed while you sulked through a shot of vodka.

"don't be scared, honey. it's just me," she cooed, continuing to rub firm circles into your flesh. you couldn't stop yourself from thinking of her repeating that same motion elsewhere on your body. feigning fear at the movie, you turned away from the screen and buried your burning face in the crook of melissa's neck.

lost in reminiscence, you were hardly conscious of the fact that your fingers had begun drawing circles on your clit. you whimpered, lamenting that your own touch would never be as magical as melissa's. you had only the memory of how her fingers felt on your body, how her sultry voice sounded in your ear. these things alone were enough to make you spread your legs and touch yourself in earnest.

about an hour into sinister, melissa cut you off. you had been jumpscared one too many times, and the older woman decided it was time to switch out your alcohol for water. this meant that when the film was over and it was time to go home, you were more coherent... but only by a little bit.

sitting next to you on the edge of your bed, melissa pulled at the ties on your purple dress until the garment fell away from your torso. giddy with excitement because she was finally undressing you, you turned around and placed an enthusiastic kiss on her lips. she reciprocated, but pulled back when you reached for the buttons on her dress.

"no touching, my little witch," she said, batting your hand away. you huffed and pouted at her. "you're drunk. don't start. if you're good for me tonight, maybe i'll reward you tomorrow."

tomorrow.

your eyes flew open and sure enough, there she was—leaning forward through the doorframe, dressed in a blue jacket and leather pants, a smug smile on her face. your hand froze between your legs.

"no, please, go on. i was enjoyin' the show," melissa teased. "unless... you need my help?" she took a few small, measured steps toward you. "sounded like it from downstairs. you know i can't resist you when you moan my name, angel."

"i was... saying your name?" you asked.

"oh yeah, you've been whining for me since i got here," at your look of alarm and embarrassment, she went on. "babydoll, i heard dirtier things from you last night anyway."

at this, your mouth dropped open. you had no idea what she was referring to, and she could tell. she grinned and stalked toward the bed.

"you don't remember, do ya? well, that's a shame. you were beggin' me to touch you, sayin' you'd die if i didn't," her fingernail found your calf and traced a slow, meandering path up your bare leg. "it was cute. i've never seen you so needy."

more clips from the previous night ran through your head. melissa trying to help you into your pajamas while you grabbed at her fingers, trying to drag them where you wanted them. the stern look she gave you when you arched your back, pushing your breasts into her working hands. in the present, your whole body ran hot with embarrassment, and melissa chuckled.

"i came here to pull you back from the brink of death, sweetie, but if you'd rather do it yourself..." melissa trailed off, lifting her finger from your skin.

"no!" you protested, taking hold of her hand and looking deeply into her olive-green eyes. "please, i still need you."

"that's what i thought," she beamed, positioning herself over you. "now... what do you want, princess? fingers or tongue?"

"fuck—" you gasped as she cupped and squeezed your tits through your shirt. "tongue, please."

melissa wasted no time, lifting up your shirt and inching toward your center with featherlight kisses down your torso. when she finally reached the hem of your panties, she rubbed her finger back and forth along your clothed sex. "so messy today," she cooed before sliding the garment down your legs.

"yeah, 'cause you spent the whole party feeling me u-" your scoff gave way to a moan as melissa licked through your folds. your frustration melted away with each hot stroke of her tongue, just as she intended. she devoured every drop of you she could reach while you mewled, helpless against the pleasure. "god, yes!"

"not god, babygirl, me," melissa drawled between licks. she teased around your clit for what felt like forever, until your pleading noises cracked her resolve. she stimulated your bundle of nerves by drawing, and then scribbling, spirals with her tongue. "that's it, honey. doesn't that feel nice? isn't that worth waiting for?"

"yes, yeah," you babbled, already getting close from her ministrations. when your hips began to buck against her mouth, she paused. when she withdrew from the bed altogether and went to rifle through her bag, you huffed. "i didn't come, mel."

"i know you didn't, doll. that beautiful brain of yours gave me some great ideas last night, ya know," she said with a hint of amusement. "kept telling me to use toys on ya so i wouldn't technically be touching you while you were drunk. your logic was nonsense, but it did get me thinkin' of more creative ways to play with you."

once she was done speaking, she held up a deep green, curved dildo to your line of sight.

"it's a g-spot vibrator. can i try it out on you?"

you nodded vigorously, and she grinned. melissa grabbed the vibrator and positioned herself between your spread legs, nuzzling into your clit just to hear your sharp gasp. she switched to swiping her thumb over your button while her dominant hand teased your entrance with the toy.

"just relax, sweetheart, open up for me," she coaxed as she pressed the tip of the dildo inside you. fortunately you were more than wet enough to take the stretch, and it went a lot more smoothly once melissa turned on low vibrations. her finger traced lazy yet encouraging patterns on your clit. once the toy was fully sheathed inside you, it nestled against your most sensitive spot. even the gentlest vibrations made you shake and squeal. "aw, is that the spot, angel? good girl, i knew you could take it."

melissa turned up the vibrations by three settings, and it took all your willpower not to scream. while you adjusted to the new sensation, her mouth returned to your clit and suckled. the pressure on both of your sensitive spots proved too much, and you tumbled over the edge for the first time that morning. the redhead only doubled down in her efforts as you jerked and trembled through your release, nursing on your bundle of nerves with force.

when the stimulation started to feel overwhelming in the afterglow of your orgasm, your panicked eyes flitted to melissa. the pleased smirk never left her face as she dialed up the vibrator by several more notches and swapped her mouth out for her fingers rubbing your clit. "last night you promised i could fuck you however i wanted, for as long as i wanted. well, now i'm giving you what you begged for. how's it feel to be at my mercy?"

you moaned and writhed frantically as a second, more powerful wave of pleasure threatened to crest at any moment.

"is this what you were thinkin' about when i came in? me in that pretty costume, taking good care of your pussy?"

with these words, a drive of the dildo into your g-spot, and a pinch of your clit, you came undone again. this time melissa's hands were soaked in a gush of wetness, but she kept on rubbing you through the very last spasm.

"what, you been holdin' out on me? you've never done that before," melissa said lightly, passing you a glass of cold water. you shrugged and looked away in embarrassment. "hey," she started, lifting your jaw in her hand to meet her gaze, "it was gorgeous. and now i'm gonna try like hell to make you come like that every single time."

as she gathered her things, you cocked your head. she usually preferred to stick around and let you return the favor. melissa noticed your raised eyebrow and offered an explanation.

"i got errands to run today, and satisfying my girl was first on the list," she said before leaning in for a deep kiss. "i'll see you tomorrow at work, okay hon?"

you didn't have the chance to reply before she slipped out the door. she had spent the night looking after you and the morning pleasing you, then called you her girl. ha, you thought, so much for casual.

[morgana-larkin]

Here's the next part of Just Tired! I do want to say a quick thank you to everyone as I reached 500 followers! 🥳❤️ Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Summary: You go back to work!

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Just Tired - Part 32

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship (Mentioned), Smut

Words: 2.7k

“We have it all planned out, tomorrow will be good.” Melissa tells you as you lay in between her legs and have your head on her lap. She’s finger brushing your hair and scratching your scalp to help calm you down. “You’ll teach and if anything needs handing out then I’m sure your students will be more than happy to help. Then at lunch I’ll take your students with mine while you make your way to the break room. After lunch I’ll bring your students with mine again and drop them off at your classroom. You’ll just have to leave a few minutes earlier to get to your classroom in time.” She tells you calmly.

“Thank you for helping me so much.” You say with a yawn as her scalp massage was taking effect on you.

“Of course, hon, I’ll always be here to help you.” She says softly and you smile at her before you fall asleep. Melissa carefully moves her body around you and places your head on the pillow before she snuggles up beside you and falls asleep with her arm wrapped around your waist.

“Are you sure you’re ready? I’m sure we can find a substitute to fill in for today.” Melissa says as she hands you some breakfast.

“I’m sure. I’m actually quite excited to be teaching again.” You tell her before you start eating.

“Well you’re little kiddos will be excited to see you there again, they miss you.” She tells you and you look at her. “They told me on Friday as I told them you’ll be back on Monday.” She admits and you smile. 

“Melissa.” You start with and she looks at you. “Would it be alright to bring the wheelchair in case I get tired?” You ask her.

“Of course, I don’t mind wheeling you around.” She says with a smile. “We can have it as your chair in the classroom instead so you’ll already be in it.” She suggests and you nod in agreement.

You both get inside and you see the break room on the other end of the hall and you sigh.

“You can get in the chair.” Melissa says as she casually leans on the wheelchair. You look again at the distance before you sigh again and get in the chair. Melissa smiles at your decision and brings you to the break room. 

“Hey! You’re back!” Jacob exclaims as both him and Janine go up to you. 

“Can you guys bring her to your table while I get some coffee?” Melissa asks them and Jacob nods before wheeling you to the table.

“It feels like it’s been forever since we last saw you. How have you been?” Janine asks.

“You visited me on Tuesday last week.” You tell her and she shrugs.

“I’ve been good. Just taking one day at a time. Melissa’s been a huge help though, wouldn’t survive without her.” You say and you see Melissa smile at you with a cup of coffee in hand before she sits down with Barb. “So what have I missed here?” You ask and they go to explain everything that’s happened in the past month.

Melissa wheels you to your classroom just as the students start to arrive and your second graders are happy to see you again. A few parents come up to you, hoping you get better soon, while a few students hug you after not seeing you for a month. Melissa ends up leaving her door wide open just in case you need help and she sees you teaching your students with a smile. Your students help you out with anything, including handing out papers, collecting homework from everyone, and one got you an extra pen from across the classroom. 

At lunch, Melissa wheels you to the caf with all your students before she brings you to the break room. She gets you your lunch and gets a cup of coffee for you before she gets her food and coffee ready. In the middle of lunch you get up and make your way to Melissa’s table on your crutch and sit in the extra seat.

“Something you need?” Melissa asks as she pops a tomato in her mouth. 

“Just need a breather.” You whisper. “I haven’t gotten a word in and can’t go on my phone as they won’t stop talking to me.” You complain quietly and she chuckles.

“It was your choice to become friends with them.” She says to you and you groan.

“I know, I haven’t regretted it until now.” You tell her as she eats another tomato. You reach over and steal a tomato and she gasps.

“Do you mind not stealing?” She asks you and you shake your head. “I mean you have a lunch that I made for you.” She adds.

“I already ate it.” You say as you steal another tomato. 

“Well whose fault is that?” She says.

“I used up energy walking over here.” You tell her with a pout and she sighs before she puts the container of tomatoes right in front of you and you smile. “I knew you cared.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes.

“Don’t push it.” She tells you but there’s no annoyance or anger behind her words. 

“So it seems the substitute followed only half the lesson plan from the first week so I’m having to backtrack some of what they’ve already learned and teach them the other half.” You complain and she hums.

“Ya, he wasn’t very good.” She tells you and you look at her. “He also kept asking me out.” She adds and you raise your eyebrows.

“Well he’s got some nerve.” You say and she chuckles.

“I got annoyed after the first week and threatened him and he backed off very quickly.” She explains and you giggle.

“Sounds like you.” You tell her and she winks at you.

Barb was watching this interaction with a smile. She sees how happy her work wife is and always wanted her to find this happiness. She sees how you’ve brought her out of her misery and brought a light back to Melissa. She sees how Melissa is able to fully be herself and isn’t afraid to go after what she wants now or be vulnerable around you.

“So I was thinking of going to the museum of art this Saturday after going to the hospital for your check up.” She tells you and you look at her. “You got to pick karaoke 4 weeks ago and then it was my turn to pick. And plus I’m the one who asked you out 2 days ago.”

“You know I don’t recall what happened 4 weeks ago, I mean it was so long ago.” You say and Melissa gives you an amused and totally unconvinced look.

“For you it was only 2 weeks ago, your memory can’t be that shitty.” She says to you.

“I’ve actually heard good things about the art museum here and would actually like to go.” You say and she smiles.

“Are you two back together?” Barb asks you both and you look at Melissa and Melissa looks at you.

“We’re not putting a label on it.” Melissa tells her and you nod as you pop another tomato in your mouth. 

After lunch, Melissa brings you to the caf to get your students before she brings you back to your classroom and to your desk before she goes to her classroom. 

At the end of the day, 2 of your students happily wheel you outside of the classroom so you can be there to say goodbye to everyone. Melissa sees that and smiles before she focuses on saying goodbye to her students.

“So I was thinking that maybe we go home and cuddle on the couch.” Melissa suggests after everyone is gone and you look at her.

“I have to work on my lesson plans so that everyone catches up with the lessons.” You say with a sigh.

“Well let me help you with that.” She says and you look at her.

“Really?” You ask and she nods. “I’d like that. And I’ll repay you with cuddles if you want.” You say.

“I’ll never say no to cuddling with you.” She tells you.

“Can you help me out of this? I’ve been sitting all day and want to stretch my…well leg.” You say and she helps you stand up after getting your crutch. “Thanks.” You say and she wheels the wheelchair out as you walk beside her.

At home, you start working on your lesson as Melissa gets both of your lunches ready for tomorrow before she starts on dinner. While it’s in the oven, Melissa comes to help you and you work on it together. After dinner you’re laying on the couch with your head on Melissa’s lap as she runs her fingers through your hair.

“I love your hair, it’s so soft.” She says and you hum.

“Yours is too, and I love the colour.” You tell her.

“Got a thing for gingers?” She asks and you nod. “Why am I not surprised by that?” 

“Maybe because I’ve had a thing for you since day 1.” You tell her and she giggles.

“By the way, what happened with that bartender?” She asks as she forgot you were planning a date with the bartender before the accident.

“I told her what happened but then a week later I told her that I can’t go on any dates because of my hot ginger friend that I was with.” You explain. “A week after I woke up is when we admitted we don’t want the other to go on dates with other people.” You add and she hums.

“I remember that conversation.” 

“I’m getting sleepy.” You admit and she looks at the time, 8:02pm

“If you fall asleep now then you’ll be up at like 4am.” She tells you.

“Then stop stroking my hair, it feels too nice.” You say and she laughs.

“Well I know something that will wake you up.” She says and wiggles her eyebrows. You raise your eyebrows at her antics before she takes her shirt off. The sleepy state you were falling into suddenly left you and you sit up.

“Well I like where this is going.” You say and she laughs. 

“If you want we can bring this to the bed and I can sit on your face.” Melissa suggests and your eyes light up.

“I like that.” You tell her before she picks you up and brings you to the bed behind the couch. She gently places you on the bed with your head on a pillow and you watch as she takes all her clothes off before getting on the bed. She then straddles your right leg and kisses you. She moans into the kiss and you bring your right arm up and cup her boob. You play with the nipple and she bucks her hips and gasps into the kiss. 

“You get me turned on so quickly.” She says breathlessly.

“And I hope you remember that whenever someone tries to flirt with you.” You say as she kisses your neck and she hums.

“You don’t have to worry about other people.” She tells you and you bring your hand down to her centre and feel that she’s soaking wet. You bring your fingers to your mouth and suck her juices off with a moan.

“You taste really good, sit on my face.” You command and she immediately crawls up your body to your face. She holds onto the bed frame and lowers herself onto your mouth. You wrap your arm around her thigh and lick her entrance. She bucks her hips and moans out as you continue licking and sucking her entrance.

“Oh my god, oh god, I love your tongue.” She says. She then moans out loudly when you trail up and suck her clit. “Oh, oh god.” She gasps as you continue sucking and licking her clit. She holds onto the bed frame tighter and leans forward to give you a better angle to her clit. You bring your right hand from her thigh to her entrance and stick two fingers in her and she screams out. You begin pumping and curl your fingers inside her and she starts riding your face. “Oh your fingers are so good, I’m gonna come.” She starts screaming as she continues riding her face as she’s about to come. You curl your fingers and suck her clit one more time before she comes and you lick up her juices. 

She gets off of you and lays down beside you. She then curls into you and puts her hand down your pants before circling your clit. You start bucking your hips as your orgasm is fast approaching. 

“Melissa, oh my god.” You moan out. “I’m about to come!” You scream out before your toes curl and you reach your peak. You then gasp as you come and try to catch your breath as she licks your juices off her fingers. She sees you trying to catch your breath and looks at you with adoration and hums.

“You look beautiful.” She says and you turn your head to look at her.

“You’re beautiful too and you look the best when you’re naked.” She tells you and she giggles.

“I’m glad you like my body, even though it’s not that young looking.”

“I love how your body looks. I love your creamy toned thighs, your pussy, your soft stomach, your big boobs, your toned arms and let’s not forget your beautiful face and gorgeous ginger locks.” You tell her and she blushes like crazy.

“I can’t believe how much you compliment me, I’m still not used to it.”

“You’ll get used to it, I’m going to keep complimenting you your entire life.” You tell her and she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re very sweet.” She tells you and you cuddle into her. She puts an arm around you and you immediately fall asleep.

The rest of the week goes by exactly the same as the first day. You seem to get the feeling that Melissa is enjoying taking care of you but you remember that she told you that she took care of her siblings growing up and then Joe. After you get home on Friday you decide to talk to her as she’s making dinner. You’re sitting on the counter that she put you on and she’s chopping vegetables when you decide to talk to her.

“Hey Melissa, can we talk?” You ask her and she hums. 

“Of course, hon.” She tells you.

“Well I was thinking that you’re enjoying taking care of me so much, which I enjoy.” You tell her.

“Why wouldn’t I enjoy it?” She asks.

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t enjoy it, but you’ve taken care of people your entire life. You deserve to be taken care of as well.” You say.

“I don't think you’re physically capable of taking care of yourself, much less me, right now hon.” She tells you. 

“When I’m back to myself then I’m going to repay you for all your help.” You tell her.

“You don’t have to do that.” She says as she’s cutting up a pepper. “You're right that I do enjoy it and that I’ve been taking care of people my entire life, but there’s one thing you’re forgetting. Ever since we’ve known each other, with the exception of this month, you’ve been taking care of me so much.” She reminds you. “Once you’re back to yourself then we can take care of each other.” She tells you. “How’s that sound?” She asks.

“Sounds good.” You tell her.

“Good.” She says and then feeds you a piece of pepper. “Now how about you sit there and look pretty while I finish getting dinner ready?” She asks and you nod. “Good girl.” She says as she feeds you another piece of pepper. You choke on the piece when you she says that to you and she winks at you before she goes back to cutting up veggies.

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Chapter 3- Choosing Captain Robinson

Summary: Reader gets pulled out of her depression with the help of Barbara and Ava.

Warnings: Overuse of alcohol, depression

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For the first couple weeks, after you left Abbott you came home from work every day in tears. The private school was not the problem. You were not scrounging for school supplies often having so much in excess that you would smuggle some back to others through your meetings with Barbara and Ava. You just felt so hollow when you returned to your apartment that you felt consumed by everything that had gone wrong. You should have never kissed Melissa in the first place. Never let yourself fall for a woman you knew would break your heart.

 Now the woman you had thought you loved was gone. Off fucking some guy that you knew wasn’t going to treat her right and you had lost everything. Your classroom which could have been decorated any way you wanted was traded for the strict guidelines from the private school. Your daily lunches sharing jokes and funny stories with Janine and Jacob were replaced with eating in your car alone because you refused to let yourself get closer to your coworkers. Not again. You were still friends with Ava but often she was so busy with the disaster that was trying to replace you that you felt guilty about reaching out. Even when you were out with Barbara for your typical “mom and daughter” date every Wednesday you could see she was constantly gauging when you might break again.

You were doing your best to hold it together. Putting up appearances for Barbara but on the weekends falling into a liquor bottle at whatever bar that you could find that didn’t contain old memories of Melissa. You made sure to keep to yourself sitting in dark corners and away from prying eyes to stop another incident like the other night. Melissa was no longer in your life so you had no one to defend you. It was just another heartbreaking thing to remember. 

Healthy coping mechanisms were absolutely something that was on your mind and you promised yourself that you wouldn’t do this forever however the longer that you allowed it to happen the less you wanted to get out. Until you were laid up in your bathtub debating whether or not you wanted to puke or sleep. 

The option had been to sleep until cold water splashed across you. You jolted awake and then looked up to Barbara leaning over you with the spare key you had given Ava clutched in her hand. 

You groaned blocking our eyes from the light she had turned on, “Mom please, just let me sleep.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Baraba said sending more water over you, “Ava has said that you have been trying to find your death in the bottom of a liquor bottle and that stops today.”

“I was going to stop,” You promised tears forming in your eyes, “I promise.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” She said gently rubbing your cheek, “I know you were trying but you don’t have to do this all alone. I am here. Ava is here. We are going to help you.”

You let Barbara get you out of the tub and pull you into your room.  You were still hungover and as the room started to spin she laid you gently down in your lap rubbing your back gently till you had fallen asleep promising that you would start to work in the morning. 

Barbara’s method of helping you out of your funk started with a total purge of your apartment. It had started to become cluttered with trash in your depressive haze and dirty clothes sat in large piles. You worked together going at the pace you set. Never once did Barbara judge you for how out of control the mess had gotten. Always asked first before throwing away something that she thought might be of value. It was only when you paused at a picture of you and Melissa at Janine’s holiday party. Melissa had been drunk and had begged Barb to take a picture of both of you. You were smiling caught by surprise at how she had leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

You ran your finger along the frame as Barbara sidled up next to you, “Have you spoken with her?”

“No,” You said honestly, “I don’t know how to. I feel stupid for ever believing that she could love me when she wasn’t drunk.”

“But was..”

“Please Mom,” You whispered handing her the picture frame, “I am not ready.”

Barb respected your wishes but hid away the picture frame in her purse knowing that one day you would hopefully want it back. 

Ava took a much more drastic approach to helping you out. She went through emptying all the alcohol from your house helping you pour them all down the sink. She pulled you to her cycling class and all of a sudden pieces started to click into place around you. As the music pumped around you and sweat dripped down your brow you finally felt your heart beating. You felt your body being alive. A feeling that had been lost for so long that you often wondered some days if you were just a walking corpse. But once you left that class you felt half human.

You started to go to the gym regularly which in turn made your appetite come back so that you were eating more than one meal a day. Ava had even researched a local softball team and signed you up telling you that you needed to make more friends. Plus she promised that she had found an LGBTQ+ focused group so you would be able to find people that you could be wholly yourself around. You were anxious as you drove towards your first practice terrified that you were going to make a fool of yourself when a text message came through. Melissa. You had read every single one of her text messages but had yet to answer. You could tell that she was trying to be there for you but you were still learning how to be there for yourself that you couldn’t answer. Not yet. Today’s message however was the only reason you found motivation to walk into practice: I will believe in you even if no one else does. Even if you don’t believe in yourself

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finally getting her attention (melissa schemmenti)

PAIRING: melissa schemmenti & fem reader DESCRIPTION: you really want melissa to pay attention to you CAUTION: strap-on sex, face fucking, spitting, fake cum, breeding kink if you squint WORD COUNT: 3.8k AUTHOR'S NOTE: not proof read & please, i need melissa so bad MASTERLIST

Melissa is at her desk, red pen tapping absently against a stack of papers, eyes flicking between the grading rubric and the essays before her. She’s been at it for hours, laser-focused, while you’ve been left to your own devices; restless, needy, and growing increasingly frustrated.

At first, you tried being patient. You curled up on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, sighing dramatically every now and then, hoping she’d take the hint. Nothing.

Next, you got bolder - walking over to her desk, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple, nuzzling against her in that way you know makes her weak. She hummed in acknowledgment, but that was it. A brief flick of her eyes to you before she went right back to grading.

Fine. If soft wasn’t working, maybe bratty would.

You draped yourself over the arm of the couch, stretching with an exaggerated whimper. Then you shifted, positioning yourself on all fours, pushing your ass up ever so slightly as you arched your back. A not-so-innocent little moan escaped your lips, just to see if she’d look.

Nothing.

You huffed, then got up and walked into the kitchen. If teasing wasn’t enough, maybe distracting her with something tangible would be. You grabbed a popsicle from the freezer, unwrapped it, and walked right back to her desk, sucking on it obscenely.

This time, you saw her shoulders stiffen. She didn’t look up, but she wasn’t unaffected, either.

So you took it a step further, licking the length of it before moaning softly. “Mmm. So good.”

Melissa inhaled sharply through her nose but still didn’t acknowledge you.

Alright. If she wanted to play this game, you’d win it.

You abandoned the popsicle in the sink and walked over to her again, running your fingers over her shoulders, down the line of her arm, before dipping beneath her desk. You knelt between her legs, resting your chin on her thigh. “Melissa…” you purred, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes.

She exhaled sharply, finally looking down at you. “You’re bein’ a real pain in my ass, sweetheart,” she murmured, but there was heat in her gaze now, her pupils dilated just enough to tell you she was starting to crack.

You smirked. “Wouldn’t be a problem if you just fucked me already.”

Melissa chuckled lowly, shaking her head as she leaned back in her chair, watching you. “You that desperate, huh?”

Instead of answering, you rose to your feet, standing in front of her. Maintaining eye contact, you reached for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, dropping it to the floor. Your shorts followed, along with your underwear, until you stood before her, completely bare.

She let out a slow breath, her jaw tightening as she took you in.

You climbed onto her desk, deliberately pushing aside her papers as you leaned back on your elbows, parting your thighs to reveal just how soaked you were. “See what you do to me?” you whispered, dragging a teasing finger along your inner thigh before brushing it lightly over your slick folds. “Been wet all day, waiting for you.”

Melissa groaned, rolling her chair back abruptly as she stood, rolling up her sleeves. “Alright, enough,” she muttered, voice thick with desire. “You want my attention? You’ve got it.”

She walked over to the dresser, opening the drawer where she kept the strap-on - the one she’d bought specifically because it had a feature you couldn’t stop obsessing over: a fake cum-filled reservoir, designed to fill you up exactly how you craved.

You swallowed hard, watching her fasten the harness, adjusting the straps with practiced ease.

Melissa smirked as she met your gaze again. “On the bed. Now.”

You obeyed immediately, scrambling back toward the mattress as anticipation coiled in your stomach.

She followed, crawling over you, her hands gripping your thighs as she spread them wider. Her breath was warm against your neck as she murmured, “You wanted to be fucked senseless, didn’t you?”

You nodded breathlessly.

Melissa smirked, positioning the tip of the strap against your entrance, teasing you with it.

“Hope you’re ready, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice dripping with promise. “Because I’m gonna give you exactly what you begged for.”

Melissa presses the thick tip of the strap against your entrance, just barely nudging it forward before pulling back, teasing you with slow drags over your soaked folds. You whine, hips bucking up, desperate for more friction, but she tuts, shaking her head.

“So impatient,” she murmurs, dragging a hand up your thigh before gripping it firmly, keeping you still beneath her. “You spent all that time begging, and now you don’t even have the patience to take what I give you?”

You whimper, gripping the sheets beneath you, knowing better than to answer. She cocks her head, waiting, and when you don’t argue, she smirks. “Good girl.”

Then, without breaking eye contact, Melissa leans down and spits directly onto your clit.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips, your thighs twitching as the wet warmth spreads over your sensitive flesh. She uses two fingers to spread it, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your clit before trailing down to coat your already-drenched entrance.

“Look at this mess,” she muses, slipping two fingers through the slickness, teasing your hole without pushing inside. “So wet for me.”

You let out a frustrated whine, your hips shifting involuntarily, but her grip on your thigh tightens. “What do you want, sweetheart?” she asks, voice thick with amusement as she continues rubbing her spit over your needy, aching pussy.

“You,” you breathe out, voice shaking. “Please, Melissa.”

Melissa hums in approval, dragging the head of the strap through your slick folds one last time before lining it up with your entrance. “That’s more like it.”

And then she thrusts inside.

The stretch is delicious, your walls clenching around the thick silicone as she fills you in one smooth motion. Your back arches off the bed, a broken moan escaping your lips as Melissa presses forward, bottoming out with a deep groan of her own.

“Fuck,” she hisses, watching the way your body takes her. “So tight - look at you.”

Your fingers scramble for purchase, gripping at her arms, her shoulders, anything to ground yourself. She doesn’t move at first, just holding you open, letting you feel every inch of her.

Then, she pulls back, slowly and deliberately before slamming back in.

Your breath stutters, a choked gasp spilling from your lips as she sets a brutal rhythm, fucking into you with deep, punishing thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, slick and obscene, mixed with the desperate moans spilling from your lips.

Melissa watches you with dark, hungry eyes, reveling in the way you unravel beneath her. “This what you wanted?” she pants, her grip bruising on your thighs as she pounds into you.

“Yes—yes, please—”

She leans down, one hand bracing beside your head, the other slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles over your swollen, needy clit. “Gonna make you cum so hard, sweetheart,” she growls, her voice wrecked. “Then I’m gonna fill you up - fuck you full of my cum, just like you need.”

The promise sends you spiraling, heat coiling dangerously in your stomach as your body trembles beneath her. “Melissa...” you sob, teetering on the edge, gripping her shoulders as she fucks you harder, faster, her thrusts deep and unforgiving.

“That’s it,” she grits out, relentless as she works you toward your peak. “Cum for me.”

And with a final thrust, the coil inside you snaps.

Your orgasm crashes over you, white-hot and all-consuming, your body tightening around her as you cry out, pleasure overwhelming every nerve. Melissa groans, grinding into you through your release, her own breathing ragged as she presses in as deep as she can.

Then, with a sharp thrust, she presses a button on the base of the strap, and warmth floods inside you.

The sensation sends another shudder through you, your overstimulated body trembling as you whimper at the feeling of being filled. Melissa groans, watching with heated fascination as the fake cum leaks out around where she’s still buried inside you.

“Fuck,” she breathes, smoothing a hand over your trembling thigh. “Made such a mess.”

She finally stills, leaning down to kiss along your jaw, her breath warm against your skin. “You good, sweetheart?” she murmurs, her voice softer now, laced with something almost tender.

You nod, still trying to catch your breath, and she chuckles, nuzzling against you before pulling out slowly, murmuring praises as she soothes over your spent body.

“You did so good,” she whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before trailing lower, her lips brushing over your collarbone. “So fucking good for me.”

And as she slips her fingers between your thighs, collecting the mess she made, you realize you’re far from done for the night.

Melissa smirks as she brings her fingers to your lips, her touch firm but teasing. “Clean them, baby,” she murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction.

You don’t hesitate, parting your lips eagerly, sucking her fingers into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them as you moan softly. You taste yourself on her skin, and it only makes the fire inside you burn hotter.

She watches you with dark, hooded eyes, her free hand smoothing over your jaw before tightening slightly, holding you still. “That’s it. Such a messy little thing, but you love it, don’t you?”

You nod, eyes glazed over with hunger, sucking harder, desperate for any part of her you can get. But then, just as suddenly as she gave them to you, she pulls her fingers away.

You whine, hips shifting restlessly, the loss unbearable. “Lissaaa—” your voice breaks, high and needy, your thighs rubbing together in desperation. “More. Please. Need more.”

Melissa tilts her head, amused by your wrecked state. “More, huh?”

You nod frantically, your hands already drifting between your legs, fingers sliding over your soaked folds, searching for relief. But before you can give yourself what you need, Melissa catches your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“No.” Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. “You don’t get to touch.”

A desperate sob spills from your lips. “Please --”

She just smirks, shifting above you, her knee pressing between your thighs, giving you just a hint of friction but not enough. “You wanna be used that bad, sweetheart?”

“Yesfuckyesplease, Liss—” You’re practically vibrating with need, your body aching for her. “Use me. Fuck my face. Just - please!!”

Melissa groans at your desperation, her grip tightening around your wrists for a moment before she lets go, standing beside the bed. You watch with wide, eager eyes as she undoes the harness, adjusting it so the strap juts forward, perfectly positioned for what you’ve begged for.

“On your knees,” she orders.

You scramble to obey, slipping off the bed and sinking onto the floor between her legs, your hands instinctively resting on her thighs as you look up at her with pleading, desperate eyes.

Melissa runs her fingers through your hair, tugging slightly, guiding you closer. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”

You obey instantly, lips parting as you stare up at her, pupils blown wide with pure need. She taps the tip of the strap against your tongue before sliding it in, slow and deliberate, watching the way your lips stretch around it.

“Fuck, that’s a sight,” she murmurs, her voice thick with arousal.

You moan around her, your own hands creeping down between your legs again, but Melissa sees. She clicks her tongue, grabbing your wrists once more.

“What did I say?”

You whimper in frustration, thighs clenching together, desperate beyond reason.

Melissa chuckles darkly. “Guess I’ll just have to keep your hands busy another way.”

She grabs your hair, tightening her grip before thrusting deeper, setting a slow but deliberate rhythm as she fucks your mouth, watching as you take her, drool spilling down your chin, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Look at you,” she breathes, voice filled with heat. “So fucking desperate to be used.”

You moan around her, letting her control you, willing to do anything if it means she’ll finally let you come.

And judging by the way her grip tightens and her thrusts get rougher, you’re getting exactly what you begged for.

Melissa groans low in her throat as she watches you, your mouth stretched wide around the thick strap, lips swollen and slick with spit. Your hands grip her thighs for balance, nails digging in slightly as she thrusts deep, the tip nudging the back of your throat.

“Fuck, just like that,” she pants, her fingers tightening in your hair, holding you still as she rocks forward, slow but deliberate, letting you feel every inch as she fucks your mouth.

You moan around her, your throat constricting as you take her deeper, your own arousal dripping down your thighs. Every thrust sends another wave of need crashing over you, your body trembling with the effort of staying still, of being good for her.

Melissa’s breathing grows heavier, her hips moving faster, her own pleasure building as the harness rubs against her clit with each thrust. “Shit.. so fucking good for me baby.”

You whimper in response, your throat flexing around the strap as you hollow your cheeks, desperate to push her over the edge. You can see it in the way her jaw clenches, her grip tightening in your hair, the way her muscles tense.

Then, with a deep, shuddering breath, she presses in as far as she can, holding you there.

“Takeitfuck...”

And then warmth floods your mouth.

The artificial release fills your throat, thick and hot, just like she knew you wanted. The sensation makes your body jolt, another needy whimper vibrating around her as you swallow greedily, taking every drop.

Melissa curses under her breath, watching you with dark, hooded eyes, her chest heaving. “God, look at you,” she murmurs, running a thumb over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had slipped free. “Such a needy little thing, drinking it all up.”

You nod weakly, still licking at the tip of the strap, not wanting to let go. But then she lets out a sharp breath, her hips jerking slightly and that’s when you realize.

She’s still grinding against the harness, her clit catching against the base with every tiny movement. Her body is tense, her thighs clenching around you, the pleasure mounting rapidly.

A slow, desperate smirk curls your lips.

“Liss,” you whisper, voice hoarse from how thoroughly she’s used your throat. “You gonna cum for me?”

Melissa exhales sharply, her hands flying to your shoulders as her rhythm stutters, the pressure of the harness hitting just right.

“Fuck—”

Then her body seizes, her thighs trembling as a sharp, wrecked moan tears from her lips. She grinds down hard, riding out her orgasm, her grip bruising on your skin as she comes apart above you.

You watch her, dazed and mesmerized, utterly in awe of the way she falls apart - because of you.

Finally, she sags slightly, her breathing heavy as she blinks down at you, still on your knees, lips parted, eyes wide and eager.

Melissa chuckles, shaking her head as she cups your jaw, tilting your face up to hers. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” she murmurs, her voice still thick with pleasure.

You grin, pressing a kiss to her fingers, your eyes shining with unrelenting hunger.

“I can think of a few things.”

Melissa lets out a satisfied sigh, her fingers lazily running through your hair before she steps back, reaching for the buttons of her blouse. Your breath catches as she slowly undoes them, one by one, revealing more of her toned stomach, the swell of her breasts beneath her bra.

She doesn’t rush - she knows exactly what she’s doing to you, how desperate you already are. She peels the fabric off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

And then, finally, it’s gone.

Your eyes drink her in, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you admire the way her skin glows in the dim light, the way her muscles shift subtly as she moves. No matter how many times you’ve seen her like this, she still leaves you utterly mesmerized.

“Baby,” you breathe, voice laced with awe, your fingers itching to touch.

Melissa smirks, amused by your reaction, but before she can say anything, you move.

You stand abruptly, closing the space between you in an instant, your hands finding her waist as you tug her against you. She lets out a surprised laugh, her arms looping around your neck, but the movement throws you both off balance, and before you know it --

You tumble onto the bed, tangled together, giggling against each other’s skin.

“Baby!” Melissa exclaims, laughing as she lands half on top of you, her weight warm and comforting.

You can’t stop giggling, your fingers trailing up her back, holding her close. “Oops,” you say, breathless, your grin wide. “Guess I got a little too excited.”

Melissa lifts her head, her eyes shining with amusement and something deeper, something darker beneath the playful surface. “Yeah?” she murmurs, shifting her hips ever so slightly against yours, making you gasp. “Still excited, sweetheart?”

Your laughter fades into a needy whimper, your body instantly responding to her. “Yes,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around her waist, keeping her close. “Always.”

Melissa’s smirk returns, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down your side. “Good,” she murmurs, leaning in until her lips just barely ghost over yours. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Then she kisses you - deep and slow, her tongue sweeping into your mouth, stealing your breath, making you dizzy with want.

And just like that, the heat between you flares back to life, burning hotter than ever.

Melissa gasps as you flip the two of you, pressing her down onto the mattress, your body draped over hers. Your lips move instantly to her chest, your mouth latching onto one of her perfect, soft breasts.

“Fuck—” she hisses, her fingers threading through your hair as you swirl your tongue around her nipple, teasing, before sucking it into your mouth. Her back arches instinctively, pressing closer, and you hum in satisfaction, flicking your tongue over the sensitive bud before dragging your teeth over it lightly.

Her breathing turns shaky, her nails digging into your scalp as you switch, giving the other nipple the same attention, your hand twisting and tugging the one now slick from your mouth. The sharp little gasps she lets out send a pulse of arousal straight to your core, making you grind subtly against her thigh, but you don’t linger.

You have a destination in mind.

You kiss your way down her body, savoring the way she twitches beneath your touch, the way her stomach flexes as your lips ghost over her heated skin.

“Baby,” she breathes, voice thick with anticipation as you settle between her thighs, your hands pushing them apart.

You groan at the sight of her - already soaked, her arousal glistening, waiting for you.

“Fuck, Liss,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh before looking up at her with a teasing smirk. “So wet for me already.”

She exhales sharply, her hips shifting impatiently. “Don’t tease,” she warns, but there’s no real threat in her voice - just need.

You grin, then finally give her what she wants.

Your mouth latches onto her clit, sucking it into your mouth as your fingers tease at her entrance, gathering her slick before slowly pushing inside.

Melissa chokes on a gasp, her head falling back against the pillows as pleasure jolts through her.

“JesusfuckingChristfuck...”

You hum against her, the vibration making her thighs twitch. You start slow, dragging your tongue over her swollen clit in deliberate, teasing strokes, matching the rhythm of your fingers as you curl them inside her, searching for that spot that makes her fall apart.

Her breathing turns ragged, her hips rocking against your mouth, desperate for more. You give it to her, sucking harder, flicking your tongue just the way you know she loves, your fingers thrusting deep and firm.

Melissa’s moans grow louder, her grip on your hair tightening as her body tenses beneath you. “Fuck - yes, just like that...”

You moan in response, the sound muffled against her, and the sensation sends a violent shudder through her.

“Shitbaby, I’m --”

Her thighs clamp around your head as she tumbles over the edge, her whole body trembling, her moan breaking into a wrecked sob as she comes hard against your tongue.

You don’t stop.

Not until she’s gasping, pushing weakly at your head, her body twitching with overstimulation.

Only then do you pull away, your lips slick with her arousal, your fingers still lazily tracing her inner thigh as you look up at her with a smug little smile.

Melissa blinks down at you, still trying to catch her breath, her eyes dark and dazed.

“Come here,” she rasps, her voice still wrecked.

Melissa pulls you up toward her, her hands gentle as she cups your face, brushing your hair back from your forehead. She kisses you softly, her lips lingering against yours in a slow, tender embrace. The heat of the moment begins to dissipate, replaced by a quiet warmth between the two of you.

“Good girl,” she whispers, her voice soft but laced with pride. “You did so well.”

You nod, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all, but the safety and tenderness in her touch instantly put you at ease. She runs her fingers through your hair, soothing the edges of your anxiety as her other hand strokes down your side, her touch light and comforting.

Melissa shifts, pulling you into her arms, cradling your head against her chest. Her heartbeat is steady, a rhythmic sound that grounds you as you relax into her warmth. She presses gentle kisses to your forehead, each one a reassurance.

“You okay?” she murmurs, her voice soft with concern as she holds you close.

You nod again, letting out a small sigh of relief, the rush of emotions calming as you settle into her embrace. “Yeah… just needed that.”

Melissa smiles, her hand smoothing down your back, pressing you closer. “I know, baby. I’ve got you. We can take all the time you need.”

You close your eyes, letting yourself relax completely in her arms. The moment is peaceful, and as she continues to rub your back and kiss your skin, you feel yourself drifting into a safe, contented space.

She doesn’t let go - she holds you, keeping you close as you both slowly breathe in sync, knowing that the intensity of the evening has passed, but the connection between you remains. The care, the softness, the aftercare - it’s what really makes the night memorable.

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FIRE DRILL FLIRTATION ➫ melissa schemmenti

pairing: melissa schemmenti x bimbo!teaching assistant!fem!reader

synopsis: during a routine fire drill, you stick a little too close to melissa, pressing against her and whispering sweet nothings that make her dangerously close to losing control

warnings: implied age gap, sexual tension, swearing, power dynamics?? work place setting, teasing, inappropriate behaviour

word count: 1.9k

author's note: omg, thanks for this request?? i loved writing it sm

based on this request: Melissa Schemmenti x Sassy Bimbo!Teaching Assistant!Fem reader mini series would be amazing! Kind of like your Alex Cabot ones but reader is more ditzy?

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The blaring fire alarm echoed through the halls of Abbott, sending kids and teachers pouring out of classrooms like a chaotic wave. You were supposed to be helping herd the kids toward the exit, but honestly? You were a little too distracted making sure your skirt didn’t ride up as you walked.

It wasn’t your fault that the outfit was maybe a little inappropriate for school. A tight, bubblegum-pink mini skirt that hugged your curves and showed off just enough leg to be dangerous, paired with a lacy, low-cut white tank top that was definitely pushing the limits of dress code. The little cropped cardigan you threw over it was more for show than anything else, and your glossy lips and perfectly winged eyeliner? Total bimbo perfection.

You knew the moment you caught Melissa’s eye this morning that she’d noticed. Her lips had pursed, her gaze lingering on your chest for a split second longer than necessary before she’d muttered something under her breath about “these damn kids” and stalked off.

Now, in the middle of a crowded hallway during a fire drill, you saw your chance.

“Ms Schemmenti!” you called out, your voice just a little too sweet as you teetered on your heels, pretending to look helpless as the crowd jostled you.

Melissa was a few steps ahead, guiding her class toward the doors with that no-nonsense attitude that made your knees weak. Her maroon blouse hugged her curves in all the right places, and those tight black slacks? Yeah, they weren’t doing you any favors either. She looked good. And the way she commanded the room, her voice calm but firm as she directed everyone toward safety? Ugh.

You bit your lip, feeling that familiar heat swirl low in your belly.

Melissa’s head snapped around at the sound of your voice, her eyes narrowing as she spotted you lagging behind. “Oh, for…” She muttered something under her breath, probably a prayer, and marched toward you with purpose.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she said, her tone clipped but not unkind as she grabbed your wrist and pulled you close. “Stick with me. I don’t need you gettin’ lost in this mess.”

Ohhh, she had no idea what she’d just done.

You let out a little breathy sigh, pressing yourself against her side like you needed her to keep you safe. Your arm looped through hers, your body molding to her, and you didn’t miss the way her muscles tensed at the sudden contact.

“Thanks, Ms Schemmenti,” you murmured, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. “It’s just… so crowded. And, like… I don’t wanna get trampled.”

Melissa’s jaw clenched. Jesus Christ, this girl’s gonna kill me.

She was trying—really trying—to focus on the kids and getting everyone outside safely, but it was damn near impossible when you were practically purring in her ear like that. And the way your body was pressed against her? Soft, warm, and so close. She could feel every curve, every subtle shift of your hips as you moved beside her.

Focus, Melissa. You’re at work. Surrounded by kids. This is not the time to be thinking about how good she smells.

But God help her, that sweet, floral perfume you wore was making her head swim.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice low and gruff as she tried to maintain her composure, “you’re supposed to be helpin’ me keep the kids calm, not clingin’ to me like a lost puppy.”

But instead of letting go, you just… giggled. A soft, airy sound that went straight to her core.

“But Ms Schemmenti,” you whispered, your lips brushing against her ear as the crowd pressed in closer, “you’re just… so strong.”

Melissa’s breath caught. Fuck.

Her grip on your waist tightened instinctively, her hand resting just a little lower than it probably should have been. You felt it immediately, of course. And instead of pulling away, you leaned into it, your body practically melting against her side.

“Oops,” you murmured, a mischievous sparkle dancing in your eyes as you looked up at her through your lashes. “Sorry. It’s just… kinda tight in here.”

Yeah, that’s not the only thing that’s tight right now, Melissa thought, her jaw tightening as she dragged her eyes away from the way your lips were so close to hers.

Her mind was racing. She was supposed to be focused. But all she could think about was how soft your skin felt against her, how your perfume was making her dizzy, and how your damn giggles were making her heart beat way too fast.

Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life.

You could feel the tension rolling off of her, the way her body was practically vibrating with restraint. And it was so much fun to push her buttons. Melissa Schemmenti was always so cool, so in control but right now? You had her completely flustered, and it was delicious.

“I like when you take charge,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise, but you knew she heard it.

Melissa’s eyes snapped to yours, dark and dangerous, her jaw clenched so tight you thought she might crack a tooth.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice low enough that it sent a shiver straight down your spine. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game.”

Your lips curled into a sly smile, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Me? I’m just followin’ directions…”

But you both knew that was a lie. And from the way her fingers tightened on your waist, pulling you just a little closer as the crowd started to thin

You weren’t the only one feeling the heat.

The cool air hit you like a wave as the crowd of kids and teachers spilled out into the parking lot. But even with the breeze brushing against your bare legs, the heat simmering between you and Melissa didn’t let up.

“Alright, everybody stay in your lines,” Melissa barked, her voice sharp as ever, but there was an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. Like she was barely holding it together.

You could see it—the way her jaw clenched, the furrow in her brow, the slight flush creeping up her neck. She was frazzled. And it wasn’t from the fire drill.

It’s from you.

“Ms Schemmenti,” you purred, sidling up to her again even though there was zero reason for you to be that close. The kids were fine, standing in neat little lines with the other teachers. But here you were, all wide-eyed and innocent, pressing your body against her arm like you needed her to keep you safe.

Melissa didn’t move away. But she also didn’t look at you.

“Why’re you still glued to my side, sweetheart?” she muttered, her voice a little too gruff.

You tilted your head, blinking up at her with that sweet, ditzy expression that always made her weak in the knees. “I dunno… I just feel safer when I’m with you,” you murmured, leaning in just enough that your lips brushed the shell of her ear.

Safe? Oh, honey. If only you knew.

Melissa’s entire body went rigid, her jaw so tight you thought she might actually break something. Her mind was a mess. On one hand, she was supposed to be keeping things professional. You were her coworker, for God’s sake. A sweet, bubbly, barely qualified teaching assistant who had no idea what she was doing half the time.

But on the other hand?

You were driving her insane.

Melissa wasn’t blind. She’d noticed the way you looked at her—how your eyes lingered just a little too long when she bent over to pick something up, how your smile got a little brighter when she was around, how you always found a reason to touch her, even if it was just a light brush of your hand against hers.

And now? Pressed up against her like this, your body warm and soft and way too close?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph… I’m gonna lose my damn mind.

“Sweetheart,” Melissa growled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You need to—”

“Relax,” you interrupted, your voice dripping with sugar as you tilted your head and looked up at her with that innocent, wide-eyed gaze that had gotten you out of trouble more times than you could count.

“But I like being close to you,” you murmured, your glossy lips curling into a playful pout. Your fingers brushed against her arm, trailing down her forearm so lightly it was almost innocent. Almost.

Melissa snapped.

“Jesus,” she muttered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd so fast you barely had time to process what was happening.

“Whoa!” you giggled, stumbling a little in your heels as she guided you toward the side of the building where the crowd couldn’t see. “Ms Schemmenti, what’s the rush?”

Her grip on your wrist loosened, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she turned to face you, her body just a little too close, her eyes dark and filled with something you hadn’t seen before.

“Do you enjoy testin’ my patience?” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous, making your breath catch in your throat.

You blinked up at her, all wide-eyed innocence, but the smirk tugging at the corners of your lips gave you away. “I dunno what you’re talking about, Miss Schemmenti…”

Melissa’s jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing as she scanned your face. God, you were trouble.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she muttered, her hand still holding your wrist, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “You know exactly what you’re doin’.”

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. She was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the tension crackling in the air like a live wire.

“Maybe,” you murmured softly, your eyes flickering to her lips before meeting her gaze again. “But… is it working?”

Oh, you little—

Melissa’s resolve was hanging by a thread.

Her body was practically vibrating with tension, her mind screaming at her to step back, to walk away, to be professional. But the way you were looking at her? The way your lips were just close enough to kiss?

She was this close to giving in.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice husky and low as her hand finally dropped from your wrist. But instead of stepping back, her fingers brushed against your waist, her touch light but burning through the thin fabric of your skirt.

“Yeah, Ms Schemmenti?” you whispered, your voice dripping with sugar, but your eyes? Oh, your eyes were full of heat.

Melissa’s gaze flickered to your lips, her resolve cracking, her breath hitching...

“Melissa!”

The voice snapped through the tension like a bucket of cold water.

Melissa jerked back, her hand dropping away from you so fast it was like she’d been burned.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, her face flushing as she turned to see Barbara waving her over.

“Looks like the drill’s over,” Barbara called, giving Melissa a look that was way too knowing. “We’re headin’ back inside.”

Melissa nodded stiffly, her jaw clenched as she tried to regain her composure.

But you?

Oh, you were smirking.

“Guess we’ll have to finish this later, huh?” you murmured softly, your voice dripping with mischief as you brushed past her, your body just grazing against hers as you sauntered back toward the building.

Melissa didn’t move.

She just stood there, her jaw clenched, her body still on fire, and her mind screaming one thing over and over again:

I am so fucked.