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[temilyrights]

just go with it

melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

summary: reader runs into an old frenemy at the bar and enlists melissa to play her date. hidden feelings are revealed. inspired by the movie just go with it.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: alcohol (beer), swearing, old bully.

a/n: this was so much fun to write! i hope you enjoy <3 i think i included all the warnings but as always pls let me know if i missed anything! if u wanna be added to my taglist just lmk or fill out my form on my masterlist!

The night hadn’t exactly gone to plan, not that you were complaining. The Abbot family were supposed to be celebrating reaching the end of another quarter, even going as far as to select a bar up to Ava’s standards with extravagant cocktails and comfortable booths (but still with a generic enough dart board that Melissa would turn up). Ava had shoot down your usual place saying, “Girl, I’ve got a reputation to uphold and even entering that place would lose me 1K on Instagram,”

However things had immediately started to splinter when Gregory and Janine failed to turn up, still very much in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. And then Barbara had ordered two cocktails which had immediately gone to her head and called Gerald to come and pick her up. Jacob got a text for Avi and ducked out apologetically, Mr Johnson disappeared somewhere, and then Ava declared she couldn’t be seen dead out in only a group of three so she ditched, which meant less than two hours into the night only you and Melissa remained at the bar. 

You’d initially been irritated, having looked forward to a family night out all week. But when Melissa dragged you to the dart board saying “We don’t need ‘em.”, her hand warm in yours and her smile bright. You’d suddenly forgotten every thought you’d ever had.

“Another bullseye for me!” Melissa smirks victorious, dancing as she turns around to face you. “I think that means ya owe me a drink, hon.” 

You roll your eyes, but can’t bring yourself to care that deeply at the sight of the redheads joy. She seems to be having a great time, despite everyone leaving. And you’re determined to soak up every moment of this additional out-of-school Melissa time until she decides to call it a night. 

It feels like a blessing, and the sight of her in a strappy leopard print top with enough cleavage to cause your brain to short circuit when she‘d first arrived definitely didn’t hurt. She looked beautiful with her red curls down past her neck, and her brown leather jacket and red high heels on. Any day now you were gonna get this raging crush under control and not look at Melissa Schemmenti and see the sun, any day… 

…just not today if your traitorous heart had any say. 

“Another of the same?” You ask, nodding towards her beer with a grin on your lips. 

“You betcha.” She shimmies closer to you, her teeth biting into her lip. “And when youse get back we’ll have another game. If you can take the heat.” 

Your face heats up and you force out a laugh to cover up how wildly attractive you find her. You push yourself off the barstool and side step her. “Uh yeah, another game sounds good. I’ll be right back.” You step back, giving her a slightly too tight smile before you run away to the bar. 

So chill Y/N. Wow, excellent game. If she didn’t want you before, I bet she does now.

You groan as you approach the bar, resisting every bone in your body that wants you to slam your head very hard against the bartop to hopefully knock some sense into yourself because that was just plain embarrassing. Instead, you settle on waving down the bartender and ordering two yuengling's. 

They make quick work of your order and you pay and mutter a polite, “Thanks,” before turning away with your drinks, ready to head back to Melissa. Determined to not make a complete fool of yourself this evening. 

“Y/N L/N!” A shrill voice calls and your blood runs cold, “Oh my god, is that really you?” 

Your eyes fall close as you blow out a breath and send a hail mary that maybe, just maybe, that voice won’t be connected to the woman you believe it to be. 

Of course, life doesn’t work like that and when you open your eyes you come face to face with your old college ‘friend’. If a friend meant someone who constantly put you down and had to be better than you at all times. Suddenly the last day of college doesn’t seem long enough ago, god you could’ve gone the rest of your life without seeing this woman and that still wouldn’t have made up for the torment of the three years of friendship with her. 

“Alisha, Hi.” You grimace. “Fancy seeing you here.” 

“I know!” She cackles, “I’d never expect you to be somewhere this close to classy. I remember the dives you loved in college.”

Your smile tightens and you force a humourless laugh. “Well, great to see you Alisha, but I really should be getting back to-”

“No, no, no, come on we must catch up!” She interrupts. She shakes her hair performatively and presents her hand, showing off an obnoxious diamond, “I, of course, got married. My husband is here actually and you must meet him.”

“Congrats, but I really should be getting back to my-” 

“I’m sure your friend won’t mind.” Alisha waves a hand. 

She grabs the hand not holding the two bottles of beer, her face etched with pity. “I noticed you don’t have a wedding band. It’s okay, your time will come.”

You try to shake your hand free, but Alisha’s grip tightens. “Seriously, Y/N, not everyone can be as lucky as-”

“Hey hon, everythin’ alright?” Melissa interrupts, an obvious edge to her voice. Her hand perches on the small of your back as she gives Alisha a once over, and despite the other woman being four inches taller than her, you know Melissa could take her effortlessly. 

Alisha’s eyes widen before melting into a smirk as she extends her hand, “Alisha, Y/N’s closest friend from college.” 

Melissa looks at you before looking back at Alisha and scoffing, “Right.” 

Alisha drops her hand, but doesn’t look disturbed, in fact she looks more excited than you’ve ever seen her, if you exclude that one house party she threw where she got the entire football team to attend and ended up sleeping with the quarterback. 

More than slightly disturbed, you push the beer in Melissa’s direction, “Here, sorry.”

“Thanks, hon.” She accepts the drink, her fingers brushing yours as she does. 

You watch Alisha hungrily eat up the action, and you know what’s gonna happen next before she even opens her mouth. “So, you’re Y/N’s girlfriend?”  

The redhead’s eyes widen, her drink pausing on its way to her mouth. And before she can reject it, and Alisha’s face grows even more victorious in your pathetic aloneness, you jump in and answer. 

“Fiancée, actually.” 

You should be awarded an Emmy for the way you keep your face straight and don’t cringe as both Melissa and Alisha swing around to face you. 

“I left my ring at home,” You roll your eyes. “She only popped the question recently. Haven’t quite got used to wearing it yet.” 

“Really?” Alisha questions, eyes narrowing. “Well now you must join my husband and I for drinks. We can toast to the newlyweds and newly-engaged.” 

She grabs your hand, pulling you away before you can protest again. You look back at Melissa, silently begging for help, but she just watches you with an arched brow and smirk before she takes a long sip from her beer and saunters after you.

Alisha doesn’t release her grip until you reach the booth in the corner of the bar. Her husband, an even taller man, presumably quite handsome if you’re into that sort of thing - but in your opinion quite boring looking - sits scrolling on his phone and nursing what looks like a whiskey sour. 

“Honey, I found some friends.” She says, sitting down beside her husband. “This is my best friend from college Y/N, and her fiancée…oh,” Alisha tips her head, smiling widely “In all that excitement I didn’t get your name.” 

Melissa doesn’t respond, instead signalling you to slide in the booth first so she can be on the end. 

“It’s Melissa,” You respond, ignoring the redhead’s dark look for sharing her personal information. 

“Traitor,” She mumbles quietly into your ear, her breath hot. 

You roll your eyes, even as you struggle to breath properly. If she’d saved you when she had the chance you wouldn’t be in this situation. 

“What a lovely name,” Alisha gushes, and you don’t need to turn to see Melissa’s glare.

Alisha drops her head to her husband's shoulder, who wraps his arm around her back with a boy-ish grin, “And this is my husband, Victor.” 

“Ladies, nice to meet you.” 

You force a smile and take a long sip from your beer. 

“I was just saying to Y/N how funny it is running into her.” Alisha laughs, “We’re only in Philadelphia because the jet needed to refuel. It was not part of our plan,” She rolls her eyes, “Honestly, can you imagine living here?” 

“What’s wrong with Philly?” Melissa challenges, eyes narrowing

“I’m just saying it wouldn’t be my first choice.” She waves her hand, like she hasn’t said anything offensive. “Victor and I live in California, but we’re heading to Paris because this one’s talking at a convention for dentists.” 

“Wow, impressive.” You nod politely.

“You ended up here?” She asks, pity evident in her tone. 

“I chose here. I love Philly. I’ve got an amazing teaching job and an amazing group of friends. It’s a really good community.” You say seriously. There were some things Alisha could make you feel insecure about, but Philly was never going to be one of them. You were happy with your life. 

“And your fiancée, right?” She challenges, “How long have you been together?” 

Melissa’s arm wraps around your waist and she tugs you tightly into her side. You try not to let the surprise at the action show on your face. 

“Two years. Known each other for three through. She swooped in and saved me when the kids were drivin’ me mad and kinda hasn’t stopped since.” 

Your heart flutters as you stare at Melissa from beneath your lashes, warmth settling in your chest. You know the exact moment she’s talking about, it’s the first time you properly met, about a month into teaching at Abbott. You’d heard the commotion coming from her classroom while your first-graders were in music class, and had popped your head next door - just to check - and found a clearly stressed out redhead trying to control a large class of second and third graders. 

You’d made your way in, with a calm “How can I help?”. Melissa had just thrusted worksheets at you and pointed towards the third-graders. From then on you popped in to help whenever you had a free lesson, and if it meant staying later to catch up on lesson planning you decided it was worth it, especially as it led to one of your favourite friendships.

“You have kids?” Victor asks. “I love kids.” 

“No, teacher. We work together.” 

“Oh, that makes sense. Y/N was never one to have much of a social life outside of her work.” Alisha rolls her eyes, “Of course she’d have to meet her partner at her place of work too. She never had much luck when it came to dating, always so alone.” She juts out her bottom lip patronisingly. 

“I dated.” You defend, “I just happened to put my studies first, which was the whole point of being at college.” 

Alisha nods and takes a sip from her drink. Your eyes narrow at her. You don’t realise your hand has tightened into a fist until Melissa pulls it into her lap and begins gently caressing your knuckles, slowly coaxing it open again. 

Victor’s phone rings, an obnoxious beeping sound that shocks you enough that your hand pulls away from Melissa’s. You miss the touch instantly, wanting to reach back but knowing you shouldn’t. 

“Oh sorry girls, I should take this.” 

“He gets lots of important calls.” Alisha supplies proudly, as she slides out of the booth to let her husband out. Melissa lifts her brows, shooting you a look of disbelief and you struggle not to laugh.

They stand together beside the table. Victor drops his forehead to Alisha’s and inhales deeply. “Your beauty, your drive, your wit.” He breathes dramatically.

Alisha hums, “Your intelligence, your thirst, your strength.” 

Their nose’s rub together, and you swear your soul leaves your body as you watch them open mouthed in disbelief. You turn to Melissa whose face is screwed up in outright disgust. 

Alisha sits back down, a content smile on her face. “It’s something we do whenever the other person leaves. Say what we love most about each other.” 

“You really ain’t from Philly, huh?” Melissa laughs, taking a long sip from her beer. 

“You guys should try it.” 

“I ain’t doing-” 

“I don’t think-” Melissa and you both start to say at the same time.

“Not everyone can do it.” Alisha waves. 

Your eyes narrow and Melissa puts down her beer. 

“You know what, we’ll do it now.” You say, determined. 

Melissa smirks, eyes bright with challenge as she looks between you and Alisha. “Sure thing, hon.” 

“Okay, just look into each other’s eyes and say three things you love most about each other.”

You turn to face Melissa, knee’s brushing against hers. You blow out a breath, suddenly nervous looking at her this closely. Her green eyes hold your gaze, a reassuring smile on her face and it helps you steel yourself. 

“Okay. Uh, I love how much you care about the kids.” You start, easy, honest, tame. “You do so much for them, more than anyone even realises. But they love you so much. You’re a phenomenal teacher. You’ve got such a beautiful heart, even if you do try to keep it hidden.”

Melissa listens to you with soft eyes, a wet chuckle breaking from her lips.

“It’s not even just the kids. The things you do for Barbara, Janine, Me. You are extraordinary. I see how much you care, I see your kindness.” The words flow from your lips, the truth that you should probably keep hidden. 

She scoffs, shaking her head, “I ain’t that soft.” 

“I love how safe you make me feel.” Your breath shakes as Melissa’s eyes widen. God too much, too honest, but maybe she’ll just think you’re selling the lie and won’t know just how true every word coming from your lips is.

“Whenever something happens you’re the person I want to find. And you just know how to make it better. Before you, I never needed someone else, but now I literally…I just, I don’t know, I gravitate towards you. When I’m with you I just know everything is going to be okay. I feel safe, like together we could take on anything.” 

“I wouldn’t let anythin’ happen to you.” She smiles gently. 

Your heart stutters, “And your smile, god that smile.” It makes you soar, you can’t breath as words spill from your lips, “I love it. I look forward to lunch everyday because I know I get to see that smile. Your smile starts my day, and everytime I get to see it I feel like I’m doing something right.” 

She stares at you and you clear your throat, breaking your gaze. “And that's three.”  

Melissa grabs your hands, her fingers stroking your knuckles, prompting your eyes to return back to hers. “My turn.” 

You nod silently, unable to speak as you watch the women in front of you. Heart pounding. 

“I love your company. No matter my mood, it’s good. You’re just nice to have around. Whether I’m cookin’ for you, we’re drinkin’, or we’re stressin’ out over work. It’s fun with you.” She shrugs with a shy smile.

You grin. God your heart can’t take this. It still pounds and you can’t differentiate between truth and lie. She sounds so honest, eyes so gentle and you desperately want to fall in and believe every single word leaving her lips. 

“You’re stupidly generous too and I love you for it, even if it makes me wanna hit ya sometimes.” 

She rolls her eyes and you both chuckle. 

“You say I have a good heart, but I watch the way you keep giving to everyone around you without expecting anythin’ in return. You’re always offering to cover a lesson or lunch shift, even though I know it means you’re staying at school later to catch up on lesson plans.” 

You shift, you really hadn’t thought she’d noticed. “It’s nothing really.” 

“It’s somethin’. You’re good. Like, actual good, and you don’t find that often.” 

Your eyes soften, tears threatening to pool as you itch to reach out and pull her in, kiss her. 

“And you know what else I love? Your eyes.” She nods, with a shining smile. “When they catch the light? Stunnin’. They are so expressive, always shining, sayin’ things even if you don’t.” 

You draw in a sharp breath, eyes locked with hers. Wondering maybe if-

“I won a competition for the most beautiful eyes.” Alisha’s piercing voice interrupts. You jolt away from Melissa, having entirely forgotten about the other women’s presence. 

“I’m pretty sure I’d still win if you entered. No offence, Y/N.” She laughs shrilly. 

You drain the last of your beer, your chest still tight and your bearings off. 

Melissa snaps. “Alright, I’m done. I dunno if your parents were too nice to you as a kid or didn’t tell you they loved you enough but either way I don’t care. You ain’t speaking to my girl like that anymore, especially if you think your ugly ass fake contacts in any way compare to her stunnin’ fuckin’ eyes.” 

Alisha’s face finally falls. 

“So goodbye, we’re leavin’. And you and your guy can get the hell out of Philly fast before I find someone to jack your dang car.” She grabs your hand, fingers entwined with yours and tugs you from the booth with her. 

You laugh, feeling lighter the further away you get from the gobsmacked women you left behind. Melissa weaves you between people and out the bar, not letting go of your hand until you're safely outside and the door has shut behind you. 

“That was…” You look at the redhead, shaking your head and grinning, your entire body buzzing. “God, I just…”

She chuckles, her hand landing on your waist. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Her other hand digs into her back pocket pulling out her phone, “I’ll call a cab.” 

Your heart thunders. Your hand reaching for her chin bringing her face back to yours. She’s so close…. “You are extraordinary.” 

Her cheeks pink as she tries to shrug off your touch, “Y/N,”

“No.” You breathe, bringing her back to look at you. Your gaze falls to her red painted lips, your chest tightens. And you know you could let go, step back and you’d both pretend this moment had never happened, but you don’t want to. 

You want to lean in and kiss those pretty lips. Finally say fuck the point of no return. Because all the fears and risks that were keeping you from plunging in all seemed irrelevant when your body felt this alive. 

It’s like you’d finally woken you and you knew you didn’t want to go another day without kissing Melissa Schemmenti. 

You lean in. Melissa’s shaky breath expelling against your lips before she meets yours. Tentative at first, once, twice, three times, before her hand fists into your shirt and yours moves to her hair, and then a moan is pulled from her lips and your gone. Frantic and heated you devour each other. Her phone is roughly shoved into your back pocket so she can paw at your ass and then she’s walking you back into the wall. Her body is finally flush against yours and you gasp in delight as you drown in the sensation, unable to think clearly as you passionately kiss her.

When you finally separate, you’re both breathing heavily, foreheads resting against each other. Melissa’s lipstick is a mess, her lips swollen, and you think she’s never looked more beautiful. 

“Ya mess.” She tuts affectionately, breathing still broken as she reaches out to wipe her lipstick from your lips. 

“And who’s fault is that?” You chuckle, grinning like a fool. 

She rolls her eyes and you want to kiss the expression off her face. You lean in to do just that, but she steps back, her eyes shifting away from you. 

“Hon,” She shakes her head, finally wiping the lipstick off from around her own mouth. 

A pit lands in your stomach, panic coursing through your body. No. You’ve come this close. You weren’t losing her now. 

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel this too.” 

She looks at you, eyes soft and pained, “‘Nd you can’t want this.” 

“Did you not hear a word I said in there?” You ask incredulously. “God, Mel, all of that. Every single word. I meant that.” 

“You meant it?” She questions, unsure. 

You shrug, vulnerable, exposed. “Of course. How could I not? You’re the best person I've ever met.” 

She scoffs, wet, stumbling forward back into your arms. “Fuck you.” She murmurs and captures your lip. You expect it to be harsh and heated, but she’s so gentle and slow, her lips tenderly moving against yours like you’re something to be treasured and if she pushes too hard you might break. 

You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek lovingly when you separate. She watches you in awe, eyes so gentle and you’ve never felt so content in your life. 

“I meant everythin’ too.” She confesses.

You grin and press a quick peck to her lips. “I had my suspicions.” 

She rolls her eyes, “Whatever. You wanna actually get out of ‘ere?” 

You laugh, “Yes, please.” 

“Leftovers and beers at mine?”

You hum in delight, not missing the way Melissa’s eyes darken, her eyes dropping to your lips. “That sounds perfect. And watch something on Netflix?” 

“Whatever you want, hon.” She responds, dragging her gaze away. “I’ll call a cab now.”

She takes a couple steps away, to make the call and you unashamedly watch her the entire time. Your eyes taking in her figure and lingering on her ass. Because, hey, who can blame a girl. 

It was Melissa goddamn Schemmenti. 

Your teeth pulling at your bottom lip, do nothing to suppress your grin.

I guess you really might have to thank everyone in Abbott for leaving tonight if this was the result. 

You weren’t quite a big enough person to thank Alisha. 

You would have gotten there without her.

Eventually.

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[ggwritesstuff]

hey!! Could you do a fic with finnick odair where r was in the blood rain during the quarter quell and is really shook up from it and finnick helps her clean up and calm down? Thanks!!!

Here Now, Here Always.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: the quarter quell blood rain, brief discussions of trauma, mostly just some finn comfort, not totally proofread

a/n: anon!! thank u so much this took me out of my writing drought :,) i made a few tweaks to the original idea but i hope u still enjoy <3

a/n pt 2: please forgive my formatting if it’s awful i haven’t had to format a post on here in a LOOONG time

It’s been years since the Quarter Quell where the blood rain incident occurred. Caught in the middle of the forest as a viscous, crimson red rained down on you; flooding the divots and lapses in the ground around you and pooling up to your calves in some areas. If it weren’t for Finnick, you would have been another victor turned fallen tribute in the sky that night. The onslaught of blood could’ve flooded and drowned you where you stood with how paralyzed your fear had rendered you. But Finnick, ever the heroic type, came to your rescue. Dodging puddles with every careful step until he reached you, hauling you over his shoulder and carrying you to the shore where he cleaned you up and calmed you down.

The rest was history. You had left that arena with Finnick who has hardly left your side since. However, you also left with the horrific image of your lover drenched in that blood rain. It still haunts you to this day. Especially when it’s raining, like it is tonight.

You’d been tossing and turning for the last hour, the drizzle against yours and Finnick’s bedroom window keeping you awake, plaguing your tired mind with the memories of that day. You felt silly being kept awake by it, unable to relax. You knew that logically, of course it was a normal rainfall. However, trauma doesn’t care much for logic. So you fumbled around in bed for what felt like hours until you felt Finnick’s side of the bed move a bit as he turned to face you.

“You okay, hon?” He asked, his voice soft yet still gruff with sleep. His large, calloused hand reached for your face, landing gently on your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb. You nodded silently to his question, and though his eyes were still bleary he could feel the motion you made.

“Rain keepin’ you up?” You nodded again. Finnick then moved to pull you closer, bringing your back flush to his chest, “S’okay, m���right here sweetheart.” He mumbled sleepily, snaking a strong arm under yours and around your waist. He was so warm against you, your own personal furnace as you’ve called him before. A personal armory of weapons couldn’t make you feel safer than you do with Finnick.

The rain continued to beat against the bedroom window, only now your eyelids were finally growing tired as you were wrapped in Finnick’s protective embrace. He was there during the blood rain. He was there for every rainfall since, comforting and assuring you that you were safe. He’s here now, and he always will be.

“Love you, Finny.” You whispered, intertwining your fingers with his own and bringing his hand to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the warm, ever tanned skin.

“Love you more, dear.” He whispered back, the feeling of his lips against the soft skin of your neck the last thing you feel before finally falling asleep.

[lucifersgirl]

I’m so glad u take requests!! Lucifer jealous?? 🫢 I don’t rlly have an idea…but I wanna see Lucifer get jealous and protective hehe :3 u don’t have to tho!

Ooh! I love that idea! Sorry it took me so long, y’all, but I got it done! Hope you enjoy, babes! Have a good week!

Protection

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - THIS WRITING CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. SMUT BELOW. MDNI.

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“Honey?” Lucifer asked as he knocked on the door. “Are you almost ready?”

“Almost, Luci, just give me a minute!” You rushed to the bathroom door as you finished your makeup. You looked Lucifer up and down, adoring the man in front of you.

Lucifer was wearing a black suit and white tie, his usual hat and was carrying his usual staff. His eyes went wide when he looked at you. “Goodness…” he whispered, clearly astonished at the sight of you. “You look stunning!”

“As do you,” you giggled. You were wearing a black laced dress that was only a touch revealing. Your red lipstick matched your earrings and the small bracelet you wore on your right wrist. You truly did look stunning.

“I’m going to have to fight demons off left and right!” Lucifer joked, smiling up at you. He offered his arm to you, and you took it gratefully.

“What a gentleman,” you praised.

Lucifer preened at your compliment.

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Lucifer grasped your arm once you two arrived at the party. “Stay by my side, my love,” he whispered to you. “I don’t trust these sinners to keep to themselves.”

You laughed aloud. “Oh, Lucifer,” you shook your head, “do you trust anyone down here at all?” You patted his hand and kissed it.

Lucifer glanced at the lipstick mark on his pale skin. He looked back up at you and tilted his head. “No,” he replied, “I do not.”

“I’ll be fine,” you reassured him, reaching to open the car door.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”Lucifer slapped your hand away before opening his own door. He rushed over to open yours, bowing down and reaching his hand out to you as he did.

“I can do it myself, you know,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Now why in Hell would a beautiful woman like you do that?” Lucifer replied, grabbing your hand once again and pulling you from the car. You walked to the door together, Lucifer smiling at you the entire time. When you reached the door, he leapt ahead of you and opened it for you. “Ladies first.”

As soon as you walked in the door, darting eyes were on you. The music was loud and the building smelled of weed and rotting flesh.

A few moments later, while Lucifer was off talking to Asmodeus, a demon approached you. “Hey, pretty,” he toothily grinned at you. He carried a drink and, though he was dressed in all black, you could see the stains of the alcohol on his shirt. “Never seen you around here. Why don’t we,” he winked and nodded to a corner, “y’know?”

“No, thank you,” you said politely. “I’m all set.”

The demon grabbed your arm and pulled you to him, almost bringing you to the ground. “C’mon, baby,” he shouted over the music. “It’ll be fun.”

“Let go of me,” you warned, shaking your arm to try to get him away. Your actions, however, only made the demon grip you stronger. Your eyes widened as he guided your hand to the bulge in his pants.

“You see what you do to me, sugar?” He asked as he forced you to palm him. “This is all your fault.”

All of a sudden, a shout came from across the room. You couldn’t quite make out the words due to the loudness of the party, but you knew this demon was in for a treat.

Lucifer came out of nowhere and punched the demon so hard he flew halfway across the room. “Back off, motherfucker,” he hissed before turning around, taking your arm and pulling you to the exit.

Once the door had closed completely, Lucifer sighed and looked at you concernedly. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” you replied, looking at him in a not-so-fine way. “Just a bit flustered.”

“Let’s go home, hon,” Lucifer continued to hold your hand all the way to the car, whispering reassurances to you. He opened your door first and then hurried to the driver’s side. He started the car and you were off. After reaching the Morningstar palace and pulling into the driveway, Lucifer sighed and leaned back in his chair. “We are never going there again,” he told you, combing his fingers through his hair.

“Good,” you nodded, grabbing your belongings before opening your door. You got out of the car and walked to the door in the garage leading into the house.

Lucifer hurriedly walked behind you before sliding between you and the door and pulling out his key, unlocking the door. He let you in first, then quickly locked the door behind the both of you. When he turned back, you were standing over him, leaning in for a kiss. His eyes widened and he gasped in surprise as your lips met. He slowly melted into the kiss, however, cupping and stroking your cheek.

“Thank you,” you whispered in his ear before licking a stripe down his neck.

“For what?” Lucifer squeaked, his hands going to your waist.

“For what you did back there at the party,” you replied, nibbling on his earlobe.

Lucifer quickly removed his shoes and picked you up, carrying you off to your bedroom.

You laughed playfully. “Hey! Lemme go! Whoa!” You exclaimed as he threw you onto the bed. You kicked off your heels and removed your jewelry before he could climb into bed with you.

The next kiss you two shared was filled with passion and love. Lucifer groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding over your hips. “I’m gonna show you what that ugly ass demon is missing out on. Maybe he’ll hear you,” he added.

“I hope he does,” you smiled before initiating another hungry kiss.

Your words lit a fire in Lucifer, and he snaked his arm around your waist from behind. He pulled you up swiftly, his lips now trailing down your chest. He nipped at your breasts playfully, successfully earning a soft moan from you. His kisses went to your stomach. Then, he went lower. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thighs before licking a stripe up your clit.

A wanton moan escaped your lips and your hands went to Lucifer’s hair. “Oh, god, Luci~…” you whined as he sucked on your sensitive sex.

Lucifer groaned into your dripping cunt, inserting his split tongue into your hole. He threw your legs over his shoulders, lapping up your juices quickly and efficiently.

You, meanwhile, were a moaning mess beneath him. You were already seeing stars just from his experienced mouth running over your pussy, let alone him pushing his tongue inside of you. “Oh, Lucifer~…” you whimpered.

“Yeah? Is my darling already close just from having my tongue inside of her? Hmm?” He teased before licking another stripe up your cunt.

You nodded profusely, whining about how you were gonna cum.

“I know, my love, I know. Cum all over my tongue, baby. Tastes so sweet…” he trailed off before plunging back into your pussy.

The coil in your stomach snapped and you cried out, grinding against Lucifer’s mouth as he lapped up all of your juices. You thought he would stop there, but he didn’t. He ate you out like a man starved, craving the taste of you. Your second orgasm hit you. And then a third. And a fourth. You had lost count of how many times you had cum. “N-no more, Luci, p-please!” You cried, legs shaking from the overstimulation.

Lucifer licked at your cunt one last time before setting your hips down gently. He laid down beside you and smiled gently. “You feel okay?” He asked you, wanting to be sure he didn’t hurt your precious body.

You nodded before snuggling into his warmth and falling asleep.

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[winstonsns]

hii! can u do johnny scenario w f reader whos head over heels for him and whos love language is physical touch?

head over heels (request)

authors note: sorry i’m posting this late!! i love physical touch so much :3 sorry if this isn’t good enough, i’ll try to make it longer next time. i hope you enjoy though 💗

johnny x reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

you were in your room upstairs, reading a book about the tudors history that had just came out. being very interested in the book and all the new information you had just learned, you almost didn’t hear the doorbell.

but the noise had pulled you away from the book, you sat up from your bed and walked to the window, pulling the curtains away and peeking out. you saw your boyfriend, johnny, standing on your front porch, waiting patiently for someone to answer the door.

by the time you opened your door and ran downstairs, your parents had already welcomed johnny into the house, and were chatting away with him. your parents stopped talking to him and walked away, leaving the two of you alone.

your boyfriend smiled at you, you walked to him and trapped him in a hug, both of you feeling the comforting warmth from each others bodies. no words being said yet, you looked up at him and put your hands on his face, giving him a long kiss.

the two of you had missed each other after not seeing one another in so long, which was actually three days. when you both pulled away from the kiss, you both looked at each other other lovingly.

“i missed you, johnny…” you mumbled, him replying with, “i missed you too, y/n…” still looking at each other with love. you smiled at him and grabbed his hand, guiding him to the kitchen, asking him, “do you want anything, hon? we have a lot of food, snacks, drinks, actual meals…”

he questioned, “do you have cherries? and um, water?” you replied and smiled, walking to the fridge and grabbing cherries, rinsing them as your mom had taught you. you then dried them off and put them in a bowl, grabbing a napkin with it. you took a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, holding both the glass and bowl, stating, “we can go up to my room now!!”

as the two of you walked upstairs into your bedroom, johnny had thanked you. he gently grabbed the bowl of cherries from your hand, holding your hand with his instead. you blushed, knowing that he knew you always loved being physically close to him. he noticed you would always try to get as close as possible to him, always having a hand on him wherever the two of you went.

you opened the door to your room, you put your hand on johnny’s back, leading him in. he sat on your bed and placed the cherries on the nightstand next to you after you had sat down. you put the glass of water on the nightstand next to you, it not being far out of johnny’s reach.

getting up from your bed, you turned the television on and flipped it to a channel both of you liked. it was a funny cartoon the both of you enjoyed watching together whenever both of you were together. you then walked back to your bed, crawling up next to your boyfriend.

you had loved him so much, so much that not even words could explain. you only knew how to show it through touch, and he knew that. he was fine with it, rather leaned towards it than not.

but you could sometimes have the words to express and describe your love. you would talk to others about him constantly, sometimes them getting so annoyed to the point of leaving mid conversation. but you didn’t care, because johnny wouldn’t do that to you.

he was someone who you had loved dearly, you talked about him so much that almost everyone knew every single little detail about him. but little did you know, he was as head over heels for you as you were for him.

the both of you were obsessed and in love with each other. whenever the two of you were seen by others, including the gang, they would always see you as the perfect couple. they might not have believed in love if the two of you weren’t together.

authors note: sorry this is so short lmao i’m disappointed in myself but didn’t have many ideas 😭

[janeyseymour]

Hii hope ur doing well x If ur still accepting requests for Mel x Reader could u do one where reader has some type of disability like chronic pain and they have a flare at school (cause they both work there) and Mel immediately runs to action and there's like Loooots of comfort etc hehe :3

I hope this is what you're looking for!

Too Late Now

WC:~4.3k

You usually have this under control. Since your fourth concussion, you’ve dealt with the headaches and the occasional migraines easily. Doctors have been helping you and make sure that you always have your emergency migraine medication at the ready.

On top of that, it’s been seven years that you’ve been living with this. You know the when a headache or a migraine is coming for the most part. You didn’t even bother writing down on your forms when you got hired that you should technically have accommodations due to your chronic migraines. You just know how to handle them at this point. It’s part of your everyday life. 

Melissa, your girlfriend, doesn’t even know about your condition. She doesn’t need to know. You saw the way she sprung into action when you had the flu a few months ago- or when you had caught the stomach bug from the kids. After taking care of you with absolutely no complaints, she got sick both times herself. You took care of her too, much to her dismay. She was a caretaker, she did not like to be the one being taken care of.

When you wake up, you feel a little funny. But something is going around the school, as it always is around this time of year. So you chalk it up to that, and you take an Advil and an allergy pill. 

When you’re leaving, you almost have half a mind to throw in your migraine medication just in case… but you get distracted by a text from Melissa asking if you wanted coffee this morning from Dunkin.

Of course I do, you reply back.

Your usual?

Please, and thank you.

Sounds good. I’ll see you at school gorgeous.

And because of that text exchange, you forget to throw your pills in your purse and leave the house. 

As you’re driving, your headache worsens just slightly, and you groan. Allergy season was bad at this time of year, and your sinuses have been paying for it- post nasal drip is at an all time high, you’ve already had an ear infection this season, and you’ve been getting sinus headaches because of it. You don’t realize a migraine is coming on yet, so you just pop another Advil before you head into Abbott.

Your girlfriend is waiting for you in the teacher’s lounge like usual, and she almost immediately sees how unwell you’re feeling.

“Hey, baby,” she says softly as she kicks out the seat next to her.

“Hey,” you sigh, but you don’t take a seat. You just lean down and peck her lips before standing back up straight with a grimace.

She hands you your coffee with a frown. “You feelin’ okay, hon?”

“Allergies,” you say through a yawn. “I think I’m gonna go sit in my classroom this morning, but you enjoy your news.”

“Alright, hon. Do you want me to come with you?”

“I know how much you like your news,” you tell her. “I’ll be okay.” You head to your classroom, and she watches you in concern.

By the time the kids are supposed to come in, you know exactly what’s happening- a migraine is coming on. And you, like an absolute lovesick idiot, forgot your medication because you were too busy texting your sweet girlfriend. Your head is in your hands as you massage at your temples, the lights are off, the sound of the barely functioning air conditioning is making your eyes throb in pain. 

Hypothetically, you could call out now. But there’s a shortage in substitutes, you don’t think you can even think properly to create sub plans, the thought of moving from your desk makes you want to cry, and you know it’s only a short amount of time until you’re unable to drive for the next… eleven hours. You probably wouldn’t even be able to make it the drive home.

You have no idea how you’re going to survive today without your medication.

When the kids start to make their way in, you nearly burst into tears. You silently thank God that you didn’t put any makeup on today. You throw your sunglasses on as they trickle in, and you stay seated at your desk. 

You can’t teach today, and you know this. It’s going to be a day where the kids sit quietly and watch magic school bus, you take them out for extra recess, and then they can sit and work on their projects, or read and draw. You don’t care what happens today, as long as they aren’t loud. 

Again, your kids think that they have a sub until they see you sitting at your desk in the dark.

“Ms. Y/N?” one of the girls comes in and runs up to your desk.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you say softly, and even the eight year old can see the pain etched in your face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Skylar,” you tell her quietly. “Ms. Y/N’s head just hurts, so today is mostly going to be an independent and quiet work day. Unpack and get ready for today, love bug.”

The little girl gives you a gentle hug before going to her desk and unpacking. You keep your eyes closed as the rest of them trickle in, and they’re oddly quiet. They are never this quiet. You almost always have to remind them to do their handwriting pages and do their lunch count.

When you do open your eyes to take attendance and explain to them what’s happening today, you see that Skylar had quietly taken it upon herself to write the morning routine on the board.

Morning! The note on the board reads. Ms. Y/N’s head hurts, so come in quietly. Unpack, lunch count, the next page in journal, then DEAR. 

Your heart melts, and you realize how lucky you are that your students genuinely care about you the way that they do. Skylar is over by the lunch count board writing a tally for you, and she quietly comes and slips it over to you.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you whisper to her, and you have a small tear trail down your cheek. “Do you want me to take it to Ms. Schemmenti to put in, or should I take it down to the office?”

“I can put it in, honey,” you give her a gentle squeeze before opening your laptop. You wince immediately due to the light, but you can handle this. You can’t have her go down to Melissa’s- your girlfriend would flip her lid when she found out how under the weather you were feeling and you didn’t stay home or ask for her help. 

All of your students watch you silently. They’ve never seen you this drained. Sure, they’ve seen you sick; you rarely call out. They’ve seen you tired after a night of volunteering or staying up late to finish grading papers and preparing for them. But they have never, ever seen you this down- to the point that your skin is pale and you can’t take off your sunglasses because your head hurts so bad.

“Miss Y/N?” one of the boys raises his hand quietly, and he’s usually known for giving you a hard time.

“Yes, Cameron?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You just barely nod and take a shaky breath. “Here’s what we’re going to do today,” you tell them. “We’re going to do our independent work for each of our subjects today- I know we have projects and papers in all of the subjects except math. For math, I’ll have… somebody… take you outside for extra recess, and if you’re good and quiet today, I’ll put on Magic School Bus at the end of the day for dismissal. Deal?”

All of your kids nod, and you give them half a smile. Then you get a shooting pain right behind your left temple, and you quietly cry out in pain. You grip the table for a few seconds and take a deep breath before you open your eyes again. They all look absolutely terrified.

“Nobody tells Ms. Schemmenti,” you tell them as you point at them all.

They all raise their hands in surrender.

“Okay,” you sigh deeply, shakily. “Who is going to lead our morning meeting?” It’s Rayna.

When that’s over, the kids quietly pull out their social studies projects and start to work on them. When social studies is over, they quietly move on to their independent reading for fifteen minutes. And then they line themselves up silently for specials.

“Can I trust you all to walk yourselves down to the gym silently?” As you write a note to the gym teacher explaining that they are coming on their own and to just send them back down to your room when gym is over.

“I take my line leader duty very seriously, Ms. Y/N,” Jayden tells you seriously. “If we aren’t quiet, I’ll tell you.” You nod, hand him the note with the instruction to give it to the PE teacher, and they’re off.

You get approximately forty-five minutes of peace and absolute silence. You close the door, grab your coat and throw it over your head, and lay down on the back table. You’re small enough to fit if you curl up.

On your kids’ way back to the classroom, they just happen to see your girlfriend in the hallway on her way out of the teachers’ lounge.

“Where’s Ms. Y/N?” the redhead asks with a popped eyebrow. You always walk with your children everywhere.

All of the kids look at each other nervously, remembering the way you told them that they weren’t to tell the second grade teacher. But Melissa is staring them down.

“She called the gym teacher and told him to just let us walk down by ourselves because she had to use the bathroom,” Jayden tells a fib, and he hates doing it to his former teacher. But he promised you.

Melissa furrows her brows, but Jayden’s always been a good kid. “Okay… Well, tell Miss Y/N to put up another class compliment star because you’re all walking through the hallway very nicely.”

The line leader nods and takes off in the direction of your classroom, while Melissa heads towards the office to make copies.

You’ve just barely managed to get yourself back to your desk when the kids come back in, but your migraine is starting to make you nauseous, and you don’t even know what to do anymore. You won’t even be able to drive yourself home, so you just have to wait this out- at least you should get paid for it.

“We saw Ms. Schemmenti in the hall,” Omari tells you quietly while everyone else is getting out their snacks. “She said to give us a class compliment star because we were walking so nicely.”

“Nobody said anything, did they?” you ask.

“Jayden told her you were in the bathroom and told the gym teacher to just let us walk down,” your student says. “I don’t think he liked having to lie to her though… and Ms. Schemmenti didn’t really look like she believed him.”

As if on cue, the second grade teacher is knocking softly on your doorframe. She looks so concerned for you. “Ms. Y/N?”

You thank God you weren’t facing the door and have half a mind to rip off your sunglasses before standing and meeting her on the other side of the room. “Class, eat your snacks while I talk to Ms. Schemmenti in the hallway.”

“Amore,” Melissa whispers softly as she gets a look at you. “You look terrible. Why don’t you go home? I can split your class between the other third grade class and mine- not like I haven’t juggled two grades at one time before.”

“I- I can’t go home,” you mumble, and you wince at the florescent lights that aren’t out for once.

“And why’s that?”

You bite your lip. You have to admit to her just how terrible you’re feeling. She’s going to flip out and become insanely protective. She’s going to be upset you didn’t tell her about your condition before. “I get chronic migraines sometimes, and I… I have one right now.”

“Oh, hon,” Melissa whispers sympathetically.

“I usually have meds for it to lessen the pain, but I left it at my house this morning, and I think if I tried to drive home, I would throw up or black out,” you tell her honestly. “The kids have been really great this morning though, and they understand.”

“How can I help?”

“During my math period, can you take them outside? They deserve extra recess today,” you practically whimper as you close your eyes and brace yourself for the shooting pain you can feel getting ready to come on.

“Why don’t I just split the kids for the rest of the day while you lay down?” your girlfriend suggests.

“I’m here, they’re behaving and quiet, and I need to get paid,” you tell her. “They’re okay with me for everything except math.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” the redhead sighs. “But you just call if you need me, you hear?”

“I know,” you say softly. “I’ll be-” You cut yourself off with a whine and grab her arm as the pain comes. When it’s over, you relax and finish, “-fine.”

Your girlfriend shakes her head with a deep breath before stepping into your classroom. Jayden looks terrified.

“Ms. Schemmenti, I didn’t mean to lie to you,” he says quickly. “I didn’t want to, but I-”

“It’s okay, buddy,” she says softly before looking to the rest of the class. “You be on your best behavior for Ms. Y/N, and if anything happens, you come down to my room. I’ll be over during your math time for extra recess if you continue having a great day. Capiche?”

“Capiche,” your students reply, and you walk slowly into your room before putting your glasses back on and putting your head in your hands. Melissa gives you a gentle pat on the back before squeezing your shoulder three times.

Your kids finish their snack, and when that’s over they work on their research project for writing. They line themselves up silently for lunch and walk themselves down. You take up your position on your back table again, and close your eyes. You beg God to make the pain stop, and you finally give in, crying.

What you don’t know is that your sweet, sweet girlfriend is on her way to your apartment to grab your medicine. She also grabs a gatorade and your favorite hoodie (that is actually hers). She stops at Wawa and grabs you a Tasty Cake before returning to the school.

When she gets to your classroom, her heart breaks. She can see the way that you’re shaking from underneath your coat, and she has no doubt that you’re crying.

“Oh hon,” she mumbles as she makes her way over to you. She lays a delicate hand on your back and rubs up and down soothingly. “I brought your medicine, your favorite hoodie, and a Tasty Cake from Wawa. Can you take the medicine for me?”

Her kindness and gentleness just makes you cry even harder- and that only makes your head hurt worse.

Your alarm on your watch starts to go off, and you whine. “I don’t think I can do my recess duty today.”

“I’ll get the music teacher to cover it- she’ll do anything to get some of my meatballs,” your girlfriend tells you. “You just take your meds, and hopefully they kick in.”

You nod, just barely manage to sit up and take the medication and you take the hoodie and ball it up and put it under your head. 

After she calls the music teacher and arranges your coverage, she asks, “Jeet today?”

“No,” you mumble.

“Can you try to eat the cupcakes I brought?” At your nod, she opens it for you and practically feeds it to you.

“Did you eat?” you ask your girlfriend.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me,” she dismisses your concern. “I’ll get my lunch in eventually- just might be while the kids are running around on the playground for math.”

Once you’ve had one of the cupcakes, you groan. “I don’t think I can eat anymore.”

“Okay, hon,” Melissa frowns. “You know your body.”

“My body wants to sleep.”

“Well, you have another thirty minutes of recess, and you know I’ll always take your kids for you,” your girlfriend reminds you.

You nod and close your eyes. “Set my alarm for the end of recess? And if you wouldn’t mind just sending my kids here from outside for me?”

She presses a delicate kiss to the side of your head, but she doesn’t set your alarm. She fully intends to let you sleep the rest of the school day, and she’ll take your kids for you- all twenty three of them. She can handle it.

It’s not like Ava is here to tell you you can’t get paid for today. And in reality, Ava wouldn’t care anyway.

Your perfect, wonderful girlfriend picks your kids up from recess, and she has no idea how she manages this, but every single child is able to grab their belongings without waking you up. They were even able to silently move their chairs.

When you wake back up, your head is still pounding. It’s starting to ease up though. You glance at your watch from underneath your coat.

4:12 is staring back at you. School has been over for an hour…

You take your coat off of your head to see a classroom without chairs and Melissa perched on the closest desk to you, glasses on the tip of her nose and reading something on her phone.

“There’s my gorgeous girl,” she says quietly as she puts her phone away. “How’re you feeling?”

“Mel, why didn’t you wake me?”

“You needed rest. Your kids’ chairs are in my room, and I told them to just come get them tomorrow.”

“I slept at school for almost four hours.”

“And how are you feeling now?” she prompts again.

“The prescription is starting to kick in,” you mumble. “But because I didn’t take it during the onset, I mostly just have to ride it out.”

“How long do your migraines usually last?”

“Hopefully, I only have another three hours of this hell,” you tell her.

“And are you feeling okay to go home?”

“I’m shocked Mr. J hasn’t come in here to kick us out,” you grumble.

Melissa flashes you that devious Schemmenti smile. “He did. But I told him… in a non-threatening way… that we would be staying here until you woke up on your own, and I would lock up the school.” She twirls the keys around her finger. “Now, do you need to stay here to ride it out, or…?”

“I really don’t know if I can drive to my apartment yet,” you admit sheepishly. “I’m still kind of nauseous.”

“Can I take you back home, then?” your girlfriend asks you softly as she fixes your wild locks.

You nod with a groan as you sit up. You go to grab your bags, but Melissa already has them next to her and both of your things are slung over her shoulders in a second. 

“You just worry about getting your pretty little self into the car, yeah?” She presses a gentle kiss to your temple, and you know it’s all in your head, but her kiss makes you feel even the slightest bit better.

She piles your things in her car as you slowly get in and close your eyes. She gets in not a few seconds later, closing the door as quietly as she can. As the two of you are pulling out of the parking lot, you feel her warm hand settle on your thigh, and she squeezes it gently. It shouldn’t affect you the way it does- especially given how you’re feeling right now.

When she pulls in, she tells you gently to head in and up to bed. She’ll handle all of your things, she’ll be right in to curl up with you and/or nurse you back to health.

“I just have to ride it out, honey,” you remind her.

“Well, we’ll curl up together then,” she tells you. “And when you’re feeling up to it, I’ll make us something for dinner.”

“I love you,” you sigh softly as you drag yourself out of the car. You get yourself into the house and are just laying down in bed as she comes in. She changes, lays down next to you, and pulls you into her arms gently.

“Hon, I can sleep on my own,” you mumble into her chest. “I know you have a shit ton to grade.”

“I can do that tomorrow during my prep,” she whispers. “Right now, my girlfriend needs some love and attention.”

Because of her warmth and the delicate fingers that are tracing patterns on your arms, you fall asleep easily. And when you wake up, she’s still laying with you, and she’s half asleep herself. You wake up to a mouthful of red hair, and you sigh in content. Your head is no longer pounding- you think your migraine is gone. 

“How’re you feeling?” your girlfriend asks you softly, eyes still closed.

“So much better,” you tell her truthfully. “You didn’t have to stay. You could’ve had dinner or graded stuff while I slept.”

“And what kinda girlfriend would that make me, hon?” Melissa retorts. “But I’m glad you’re feeling better. You ready to eat a real meal?”

“Yeah,” you sigh softly. “After a few more minutes of cuddles?”

“I can’t say no to that.”

After a few more minutes, and a rather loud grumble of both of your stomachs, you head into the kitchen hand in hand. She starts making dinner while you go over to one of her bags and start grading the math tests she gave to her class yesterday.

“You don’t have to do that,” she tells you as she stirs the pot.

“I have to make it up to you somehow,” you say as you mark a few questions wrong.

“You can make it up to me by tellin’ me why I never knew you got migraines… and frequently enough to have the good shit prescribed to you,” the redhead says as she turns to look at you pointedly.

You frown and keep your eyes trained on the papers in front of you as you shrug.

“Y/N,” she says sternly. “C’mon.”

“Nobody really knows,” you mumble before you clear your throat. You suppose you have to be honest with your girlfriend. “After my fourth concussion seven years ago… it’s just something I got used to dealing with. I usually have them under control and can just push through them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, hon?” she asks softly. “Or at least told me this morning when we were in the staff room?”

“I thought I was fine,” you tell her honestly. “It didn’t hit me until after I had already walked into my room, and at that point… it was too late, and I didn’t want you fussing over me for something I could’ve prevented.”

“Hey,” Melissa turns the burner down to let her sauce simmer. “I always worry about you- whether you’re sick or not. But when I saw you this morning, I knew something was wrong. You shoulda told me. I would’ve driven to your place to get your medicine sooner.”

“I was just going to tough it out,” you sigh.

“You were going to pass the hell out in pain,” she tells you. “Your kids were really worried about you.”

“I know they were… They were so sweet today and made sure they were on their best behavior for me,” you say softly. “I wish I would’ve gotten a picture of the morning message Sky put up on the board for the rest of the class.”

“They were just as well behaved for me,” the second grade teacher tells you honestly. “Although that may be because I promised them all doughnuts if they were good.”

“So… we have to leave early to pick up doughnuts for the kids?” you laugh. At her nod, you shake your head playfully. “I’m buying.”

“With whose card?” she snorts out.

“Mine, thank you very much,” you tease back.

With your banter, Melissa knows you’re feeling much better and are on your way to feeling 100 percent again soon. 

After dinner, the two of you go back to lay in bed. 

“Put a few of your pills in a plastic baggie for me to keep in my car for you tomorrow,” Melissa tells you as she pulls you into her arms again.

“Babe, I usually have them on me,” you tell her. “This was a one time thing.”

“I don’t like seeing you in pain though,” she mumbles against your head, kissing it gently. “And if I can help prevent you from crying out in pain at a small noise, I will.”

“Okay, honey.”

The next morning, the two of you show up to school with dozens of doughnuts for the kids, and yours and Melissa’s classes enjoy the treats together. They’re all thrilled to be rewarded with the sweet treat. They’re happy that they can talk in their own classroom again. They’re glad to see that you’re back to yourself.

“Ms. Y/N?” Skylar asks as she gives you a hug that morning.

“What is it, sweet girl?”

“Can you like, not get sick like that again? I’m happy we got doughnuts, but I don’t wanna have to play teacher again for you… It was hard.”

You chuckle as you muss her hair. “I’ll do my best kiddo.”

Melissa just nudges you with a smirk. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” she assures your student. 

[pupkashi]

hi! can i request the prompt,  “but i miss you...” “hon’ i just left fifteen minutes ago.” with nanami kento please? thank you!

hi friend thank u for the request !! i hope you enjoy this lil drabble i put together for the most perfect man on earth <3 !! let me know what you think :3

join the party!

it’s been so long since you last saw your lover. you’re cuddling into one of the pillows on the couch, the warm fuzzy blanket he’d gifted you wrapped around you. the tv show you were watching seemed boring now.

within minutes you’re pulling your phone out, clicking on kento’s contact and dialing him. the phone only rings once before he picks up.

“yes my love?” his deep voice comes through the speaker of your phone and you don’t bother fighting the smile off your face.

“hi” you say, almost certain he can hear the giant smile on your face as you speak, “when are you getting back?”

“hopefully I’ll be back before dinner” he replies, “what’s wrong? do you need me to come home? are you alright?” the concern is dripping off his words and you almost feel guilty for calling him now.

“no, I’m fine baby” you laugh, “but i miss you so much.” there’s a frown on your lips as you play with a loose string from the t shirt you’re wearing, twirling it around your index finger.

nanami is trying to stifle his chuckle, he really is, though he’s sure you can hear the way he’s grinning, and he knows for a fact you’re picturing the way his eyes are crinkling and his face is softening as he speaks to you.

“hon’ i just left fifteen minutes ago” the words are soft as he laughs a bit, he knows you’re pouting, and he wishes he was there to kiss it away. “plus you’re the one who told me to come buy ice cream” he points out, already grabbing the two pints and heading to the check out line.

“that’s besides the point” you huff, “the point is i miss my wonderful, handsome boyfriend” he’s blushing a bit as he hears the words.

“I’ll be home to my perfect little partner in no time darling,” he replies quickly. you can hear the faint beeping of the items as he checks out, “see you in ten my love.”

“bye honey, don’t miss me too much” you smile, giggling as you hear his laughter.”

“I can’t promise much, you know i miss you as soon as i walk out the door.”

and while there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, you can feel how genuine the words are. because while you called nanami after fifteen minutes of him leaving, he was texting you a sad emoji the second the door closed behind him.

[sugarandspisces-writes]

could you please write a fic of melissa trying to figure out the reader’s love language? thank u love ur work<3

Speaking From the Heart Pt. I

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x reader

Summary: r is having a tough time and Melissa uses her words as a source of comfort

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Anon, thank you for requesting this! I loved writing it. Also, thank you for the kind words <3 Enjoy!

P.S. I hope you this is what you had in mind. I decided to turn your idea into a series, and I plan on writing a piece for each of the love languages.

Translation: Cuore mio = my heart

Words of Affirmation

It was no surprise to you that Melissa Schemmenti was good with words. She loved to talk, and when she was passionate about something she would let you know. Some would criticize her, saying she was too loud and outspoken, but she had a voice and she wasn’t afraid to use it. This quality is what made her so good at expressing her admiration for you. She would never pass up an opportunity to give you a compliment, encourage you, or tell you how much you were appreciated. 

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You climbed in bed, letting out a sigh as you sank into the cool sheets. After pulling the comforter up to your chin, you shut your eyes and took a moment to reflect on the day. As the events raced through your mind, you noticed there weren’t many high points. That had been a recurring theme for you lately, but you chalked it up to one simple fact: you win some, you lose some. You knew every day wasn't going to be a good one. Still, you found yourself weighed down by the challenges you were facing. The stress of work and your personal life were taking a toll on you. 

You were released from your thoughts by the sound of Melissa’s voice. The noise was distant, but it became pronounced as you came to your senses.

“Hey, hon,” she called to you. 

Her voice held a gentle lilt, and you would have melted on the spot if you weren’t feeling so far away.

Her eyes were fixed on your posture and she took note of a few things. You were curled up to the edge of the bed, your eyes staring off in space, and your breathing was shallow (not enough for her to worry, but she would keep an eye on it). She knew these behaviors were a recipe for disaster, and she wanted to intervene.

“Hmm,” you hummed, not completely free from your dazed state.

Melissa could tell you weren’t with her due to the lack of eye contact, so she moved closer to the middle of the bed. You listened to the sheets as they crinkled under her, and that seemed to pull you through your brain fog.

“What’s up?” Melissa asked, turning her body toward you as she moved her legs into a crisscrossed position.

“Nothin',” you murmured, wrapping the comforter tighter around you.

For some reason, your vocabulary consisted of short-syllabled words at the moment.

“Look at me.” Melissa prompted, her voice a bit more stern than before. 

You could see her out of the corner of your eye. Her head was tilted in that endearing way she always did, and her face had a look you knew all too well. It was the one she gave you when she was trying to figure you out: Eyes heavy with concern, lips formed into a pout.

You didn’t have to look to paint the picture before you, but you did anyway just to satisfy her. Her gaze held yours, almost like she was daring you to look away. It was the softest threat she ever gave, but still a threat nonetheless.

“Mel, I’m fine.” You assured her.

You wanted to speak before she could utter anything else. You were trying to jump the gun, but you should have known she would be two steps ahead of you.

“I didn't say you weren’t,” she stated. Her voice went back to that soft tone and this time, you were done for.

You turned your body away from her and laid fully on the bed. You had a theory that she couldn’t psychoanalyze you if she couldn’t see you. However, that action just drew her closer. She curled up next to you, further enveloping you in the covers as her arms wrapped around your waist. She placed a kiss on your shoulder before resting her chin on the same spot.

“You were thinking it. That’s what you were gonna ask next.” Even though you had no way of knowing her next move, you were very confident.

“What?” She nestled closer into your side.

“That was gonna be your next question. You were gonna ask if I was okay.” You clarified.

She placed a kiss to the back of your neck before speaking. “How’d you know?”

Your eyes flutter closed at the gentle gesture. “I just know you.”

“Oh yeah?” She said. “Then you should also know that you can tell me anything.”

You nodded your head against her chest. “I know.”

“Okay, so, what’s up?” Melissa urged.

While she was eager to hear worries, she wasn’t going to make you talk about anything. She just wanted to initiate the conversation and make it known that you were in a safe space.

“Do you ever just feel… inadequate?” You asked in a low voice.

“Yeah, sometimes,” she murmured into your neck. “Why?”

“That’s how I’ve been feeling lately. At work and at home.” You released a breath you were subconsciously holding in.

Melissa ran her fingertips along the length of your arm, giving you a gentle reminder to breathe.

Once your breathing was regulated she said, “What's been going on, sweetheart?”

You spent the next hour spilling your heart out. You told her everything that was making you feel subpar, and she soothed all of your doubts with kind words.

“You are far from inadequate,” she said in a hushed tone. “You’re so special, you know?”

“That’s really sweet.” You smiled faintly. You weren't sure where she was going with this, but you liked what you were hearing.

She took your chin between her fingertips and turned your face toward hers “You mean everything to me, and I am so happy that you're mine.”

“Melissa, stop,” you chuckled, though nothing was funny. It was a nervous habit of yours that you couldn’t quite shake.

You tried to turn away from her, but she brought your focus back. 

“I’m serious.” She stroked her thumb along your jaw.

You looked up at her olive eyes to see them dripping with honesty. In this lighting, you could see the flecks of hazel in them.

“I’m happy you're mine too, Mel.” You smiled, sealing your words with a kiss.

“I’m sorry you’re having a hard time at work,” she said sincerely.

“Oh, the joys of having a new job,” you said sarcastically.

“You’re doing great.” She kissed your forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

Those words entered your ears and shot straight to your heart. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to recall the last time someone said that to you. You moved so you were facing her, then you engulfed her in a big hug.

“Thank you," you said, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat. “That means a lot.”

“It’ll get better. I promise,” she whispered with conviction.

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The next morning, you were met with a note on the refrigerator door. You almost overlooked the piece of paper in your haste to get out the house. The only thing that caught your eye was the lipstick print on the corner of the sheet. As you read the words, you couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face.

Cuore mio, I hope you're having a good morning. You deserve it. I have a busy day, so I'm leaving this just in case we don't speak until later. I want to remind you that you are so intelligent and capable of handling anything that comes your way. I am rooting for you, and I will always be in your corner. Go kick some ass today. I love you, I love you, I love you. - M

That morning, you left home feeling confident in your abilities to take on the day. You knew her words couldn't fix your situation, but they surely made things better.

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[6okuto]

hellooo nia ^^ congrats on 4k!!!!! big milestone fs fs :flushed:

could I rq a couple relationship hcs for Vere from Touchstarved with an easily flustered s/o who (haha) secretly enjoys it? orrr some jealousy hcs from the fluff alphabet with him 👉👈 whatever u wanna do if its one or both or none idk TwT

he's been wracking my damn brain the last couple weeks istg-- anyway I hope this isn't too much to ask or anything. thank you sm if you end up writing for this one, have a good dayy :]

gn!reader, suggestive | HELLAUURR!!! i did both. mwahahaha. & thank u very much i love any opportunity to see 420(0) so that was quite fun. i hope U have an awesome day/week ^_____^

i'd say don't let him figure this out but that's quite impossible. he's Going to pick up on how you lean into his touch and how you never have a serious tone when you tell him to stop and how your eyes always seem to flicker over expectantly, searching for his next move.

he's going to have a field day. like eventually. Eventually he calms down but for the first few days he won't stop seeing how much he can fluster you

will walk up from behind and wrap an arm around your waist, casually tapping his fingers against you.

gets sauce or something on his fingers and licks it off a little too languidly to be normal while catching your gaze. will do this if you get something on the corner of your mouth. obviously.

you're not looking at him while responding or explaining something and he gently tilts your chin up with his index finger and says something about the Importance of Eye contact. he rests his chin in his hand and watches you flounder for 3 seconds before continuing

vere lets his gaze linger as he looks your outfit up and down and when you're covering your face and telling him to stop looking at you like that he goes Like what?

would let his top slip off his shoulder as if it isn't already unbuttoned and smirk when you notice. he won't move to fix it either. obviously

someone tells him to chill out because you look like you're going to explode and he gives them and you a look / knowing smirk. "Stop? i think they're enjoying it though. Aren't you, hon?" he purrs. STOP!! GAH...

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

hahaha. i haven't played in a long time so my characterization is fuzzy. i'm teetering between vere not getting jealous easily because he knows you're together and he's incredibly confident the person you're talking to is nowhere near his level v. him being more on the possessive(?) side because you're one of the only people he's close to What is that person doing.

i'll land on that i don't think he gets incredibly jealous,,, at least not easily! he Is confident in himself and your relationship,, plus he can tell when 1) you're trying to rile him up 2) genuinely oblivious to whatever the person's trying to do or 3) uncomfortable with the situation

no matter what i can imagine him coming up to you and getting your attention again, maybe sparking an introduction while he doesn't drop eye contact with the person in front of you.

vere doesn't have to try hard to be very menacing, and he casually gets you away from the situation. the ease he has facing the person is telling enough that Yes you're in a relationship and Yes he Is better and more important than them and No he isn't afraid to start shit if they do so Back off

if you were just trying to be a Brat. well. you've got his attention and you'll face some consequences for sure!

in a more lighthearted situation where you realize ?! omg were u jealous. omggg.... he deflects and says of course not. he just thinks that person was annoying and you had better things to do. he Will swoosh his tail at your face if you bring them up again (he is pouting a little bit.)

serious situation he checks to make sure you're feeling fine and gets you Out of there! will say the day is free for both of you to do whatever you like, and he stays closer for the rest of your outing

@lost-lonnie @mitskiologist

[perfectlyoongi]

I loved your ex-boyfriend series. Made my heart sting 🥲 but was amazing either way!!! 😘😘 what if you did some fluff with a continuation of the ex-boyfriend series but getting back together 👀 of course I’m just voicing my thoughts, you don’t have to do it. But either way your work is so good, hope that you know that 💃💃

awww tysm, hon !! <3 so happy u enjoyed it mhmhm and OMG OK like a second change typa thing?? 👀👀 i see u i see u 👀👀 let's see wat i come up w 👀👀

[munnaitorei]

Hey, can I get Chuuya x Reader? The reader is female and has some girl thing, u know (period). I started my period, and I think it's the worse period I have ever had this time because my college and organization are stressing me out :(

I need to rest sometime, y'know?!

pairing: Chuuya x Reader

genre: comfort, fluff

cw/tw: none (period cramp maybe)

summary: you have some problems that also collide with your period cramps, making you lose motivation to do.

Note: I hope you feel better soon, and thank you for requesting the first anonymous. I also experienced the same thing. So let me write that so that you can feel better :)

BSD Masterlist

The period just started, and today was day three of your killing. You admitted that day two and three was the worst pain, according to people. So now, you were lying without no motivation today. Your college was killing you, with homework and exams you had to finish. Not only that, but your organization was calling you to do this and do that.

"Fuck you, period!" you cursed. "Why do I, as a female, suffer this and male don't!"

Moody, as always, since the period was like a drug controlling your entire body. Yet, you still dare to chat with your organization friend about your work. But after that, you lie down again, but this time in the bean bag that Chuuya bought for both of you to relax.

"Baby, I'm home," a man called your pet name. "Where are you, hon?"

As Chuuya walked into the place, he found you lying on the stuff with your pouted face. Well, he wasn't stupid; you also told him that you have some period. A few days ago, you were busy finding your favorite shabby sheets. This confused him because as much as Koyo taught him, he never knew this.

"What was that for?"

"Uhm, sorry for putting the shabby sheet on your bed," you scratch your head nervously. "But it's for preventing me from making a mess in your bed."

"Mess?"

"You know," you shyly said. "B-Blood."

After that, Chuuya understood what you were struggling with right now. He also understood that you didn't like to use tampons, but you enjoyed using pads. And another thing, last night he caught your sleeping at 3 AM, overthinking about your college.

"Babe, c'mon," he said, brushing your shoulder to give you a sign. "You need to rest. You can think and do about it tomorrow. For now, let's get you to sleep, yeah?."

And, of course, you complied with his request, which ended today. Chuuya let you sleep until 11 AM because he knew you needed a good nap. The good thing was that you don't have a class today too.

"Hey," he walked to your side. "Did you take a good sleep?"

"Maybe."

Then you tried to get up from the bean bag as you groaned.

"Do you need help?"

"No, Chuuya," you pushed him away. "I can do it by myself."

Chuuya didn't push you further and instead observed you from afar. He saw that you looked like a sloth, very different from your usual self. The moment he saw you try to work again was when he lectured at you like a mom.

"Y/N, can you please stop for one day?" he said. "You can just think about your college and organization, but you also need to think about your body."

"Chuuya, can you just please not be a mom for once?!"

"What the hell are you shouting at me?!" Chuuya snapped. "I was only trying to help you!"

You feel guilty, and so you hide your face from him. "I-I'm so sorry, everything is so hard for me."

"Y/N, take a rest for once," Chuuya said. "I'll take you everywhere. Just say the word: the park, the museum, the library, whatever. I just want to spend time with you so you won't be burned out with your college thingy.

And then, you broke down by crying at his words for you. Last month, you remember that you had this period colliding with some stuff too. However, you felt so overwhelmed, but no one was there to support you. You know that your people were busy doing their stuff instead listening to your problem.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Chuuya quickly rushed to your side as he held your body. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have snapped at you!"

"No, no, no," you said as you cried. "I just remembered last year."

"What about it?"

"Last year, I had nobody to care for me," you said as you wiped your tears away. "I was in no good condition, yet I had to fight my way even though I need someone to lean on.

So you tried to explain to him what was happening with your life. Your college, your friend, your organization, your life, and also your pain has collided at the same. And that results in you having a mental breakdown right now telling that you don't deserve this beautiful life too.

"Baby..." he hugged you tightly.

"I was the one who should say I'm sorry for snapping at you because of my mood swing."

"Hmm, you don't need to apologize," Chuuya said as he put his head on his head. "I know what's going on. Anyway baby, I know what we should do to make you feel motivated."

"You do?"

"Yeah, let's have our time together," Chuuya said as he saw you smile a bit. "Eat ice cream together as we cuddle and watch a funny movie that will cher you up, alright baby?"

You nodded happily as he kissed your cheeks.

NOTE AGAIN: I hope you like it, and I am also not in a good situation right now. But let's fight this pain together; you are not alone :)

Anyways, I really wish I had a boyfriend like Chuuya :')

(EDITED)

[loserchildhotpants]

Kiss prompt: Coming home after a long day "I missed you" kisses, but as an accidental first kiss.

Maybe Dean spends so much time ruminating (or accidentally domestic!dreaming) about Cas that he comes home from a hunt exhausted and just very casually plants one on Cas. Maybe he makes it all the way to bed before he realizes what he did, maybe he flips out and hides all night, maybe Cas just assumes Dean finally got over himself but couldn’t be bothered to use words and just *goes along with it,* further freaking Dean out.

Or maybe Cas snags Dean and pulls him back before he ever gets more than two paces away from the kiss and it takes Dean longer than it should to realize he’s not dreaming. Absolutely whatever floats your boat😂

hey, anon!! i used this prompt (from this prompt list) to also post something for the @ficwipp Hey Sweetheart 2023 challenge! The Read More link will take you to AO3! <3 I hope u enjoy!!

“You’ll be here all week? Terrible that you’re workin’ on Valentine’s Day,” Doris tuts disapprovingly, “you ought to be spendin’ it with your special someone.”

“I ain’t got a special someone right now,” Dean assures her kindly, leaning back in his chair, tapping the table that separates him from Doris and her husband, “and I don’t mind working.”

“Well, of course you do!” Doris exclaims.

“I work most holidays, I really don’t mind –”

“No, you’ve got a special someone,” Doris corrects, eyeing him critically, smirking in a way that crinkles all of her many wrinkles, “a woman like me can tell.”

“That so?” Dean humors her.

“Oh yes, you live long enough you start to know the signs — George, don’t you agree?”

George sighs and admits, “I’ve never been as good at it as you, so I dunno. Think maybe you just got a special touch, hon.”

Doris rolls her eyes despite smiling, and then she leans across the table and says, “you know when a heart’s wantin’ — it shows in your eyes and face, even how you carry yourself. You’re a young man in love, I know that much.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks, still not taking her seriously, “how can you tell?”

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[hereissomething]

Happy birthday hon! I watched Hell House again recently. Thanks for all the cool horror and Roddy stuff :3 I hope you have a good day

YOOO THANK U! I’m glad u got to see that one, what an explosive ending!🤓💥 It’s a pleasure knowing u enjoy my horror and Roddy movie recs!💖 Have a great day too!

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is Girls' Generation's Tiffany little sister

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it! :)

The request: Hi I want to request can you do where y/n is Tiffany from girls generation little sister and the girls ( especially Tiffany ) is very protective of y/n and twice get to see how playful y/n is with Tiffany and how to handle her. Thank u ❤️

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The luxurious Seoul penthouse was bathed in the soft glow of evening, and the view from its windows was nothing short of breathtaking. It belonged to none other than Tiffany Hwang, the radiant Girls' Generation member who had become a legend in the K-pop industry. However, tonight, the atmosphere was different, as Tiffany was hosting her younger sister, Y/N, who was the tenth and youngest member of TWICE.

Tiffany and Y/N sat on the plush white couch, their laughter filling the room. The maknae was a joyful and playful young woman, a trait she had likely inherited from her sister. The members of TWICE, who had been invited over for dinner, watched in amusement as Y/N teased Tiffany mercilessly.

Y/N - Unnie, remember that time you tripped on stage and nearly fell into the audience? *mischievous glint in her eye as she smirks*

Tiffany's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as she playfully swatted at her sister. 

Tiffany - Tinkerbell, don't embarrass me in front of my hoobaes!

The TWICE members couldn't help but giggle at the playful banter between the sisters. They had all heard stories about Tiffany's protective nature when it came to her dongsang, and it was heartwarming to see the two siblings so comfortable around each other.

Dinner was a lively affair, with delicious food and even more laughter. Tiffany's cooking skills were top-notch, and she had prepared a feast for her guests. Y/N, ever the entertainer, regaled everyone with amusing anecdotes about Tiffany's quirks and habits, much to her sister's embarrassment.

As the evening progressed, the TWICE unnies couldn't help but be drawn to Y/N's infectious energy. She had a way of making everyone feel at ease, and her playful spirit was a stark contrast to the pressures of the K-pop industry.

After dinner, Tiffany led her sister and the girls to the balcony, where they could enjoy the stunning night view of Seoul. The city's lights stretched out before them, creating a breathtaking panorama.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Tiffany from behind, resting her chin on her sister's shoulder. 

Y/N - Unnie, I'm so proud of you. You've achieved so much.

Tiffany smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting the love she felt for her sister. 

Tiffany - And I'm proud of you too, hon. You've grown into such an amazing young woman.

The TWICE members exchanged knowing glances. They had heard how fiercely protective Tiffany was of their newest youngest, but they had never seen the softer, more affectionate side of their fellow idol. It was a heartwarming sight.

As the night wore on, Tiffany and Y/N retreated to the piano in the corner of the room. Tiffany began to play a soft melody, her fingers dancing gracefully across the keys. Y/N's voice joined in, her singing clear and melodious. It was a beautiful duet that left everyone in awe.

Tzuyu leaned over to Nayeon and began to whisper.

Tzuyu - They're amazing together.

Nayeon - It's clear how much they love each other. *nodding in agreement*

The music continued, and the room was filled with an atmosphere of warmth and love. Tiffany and Y/N's bond was a testament to the strength of sisterhood, and it was a privilege for the TWICE members to witness it firsthand.

As the night grew late, the Hwang Sisters bid their guests farewell, promising to meet up again soon since Y/N was staying with her older sister for the weekend. The TWICE members left the penthouse with smiles on their faces, touched by the genuine connection they had witnessed between the sisters.

In the car on the way back to their own dorm, Sana couldn't help but speak up. 

Sana - Y/N is so different from what I expected.

Dahyun - Yeah, I thought she'd be more reserved, considering how protective Tiffany unnie is. *smiles*

Momo - But I love how playful and carefree she is. She's like a burst of sunshine.

Nayeon beamed as she watched the city lights pass by. 

Nayeon - It just goes to show that you never really know someone until you meet them.

Back in Tiffany's penthouse, the sisters settled down on the couch, their laughter and music a distant memory. Y/N snuggled up to Tiffany, feeling safe and loved in her sister's presence.

Tiffany brushed a strand of hair away from her little sister's face. 

Tiffany - You really like those TWICE girls, don't you?

The younger girl nodded with a grin. 

Y/N - They're all so nice and fun to be around. I can see why you're friends with them.

Tiffany - Just remember, no matter how much you like them, you'll always be my little sister, and I'll always be overprotective of you. *chuckling* 

Y/N - I wouldn't have it any other way, unnie. *laughing as she wraps her arms around the older girl*

As the two sisters shared a tender moment, their bond stronger than ever, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to share their love and laughter with the members of TWICE. It was a night they would cherish forever.

Over the next few weeks, TWICE began to spend more time with Y/N whenever the schedules allowed. They had come to adore Y/N's playful spirit and boundless energy, and they were eager to get to know her better.

One sunny afternoon, Sana and Mina invited the maknae to join them for a shopping trip in the bustling streets of Myeongdong. Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement as she agreed, and they set off on their adventure.

As they strolled through the colourful boutiques and street vendors, the young girl's playful side emerged. She tried on silly hats, danced to the music played by street performers, and even convinced Sana and Mina to join her in a spontaneous game of rock-paper-scissors to determine their next stop.

The day was filled with laughter, and Sana and Mina couldn't help but marvel at their new dongsang's ability to find joy in the simplest of things. They had always been known as the playful trio (with Momo) of TWICE, but Y/N took it to a whole new level.

Later that evening, they returned to their dorm, bags filled with their shopping finds. As they sat on the living room floor, Y/N suggested they have a dance-off to see who had the best dance moves.

Mina and Sana exchanged amused glances. They were known for their dance skills, but they couldn't resist Y/N's infectious enthusiasm. The three of them danced and twirled around the room, laughing and cheering each other on.

The rest of the TWICE unnies watched in amusement, realizing that their kid had brought a new level of playful energy to their group. They had always been close and had their own playful moments, but Y/N was like a catalyst, inspiring them to let loose and have fun like never before.

Over time, the members of TWICE learned how to handle Y/N's playful nature. They discovered that she brought out the best in each of them, encouraging them to embrace their inner child and find joy in the everyday moments.

One rainy evening, Jihyo, the leader of TWICE, found her child sitting by the window, watching the raindrops race down the glass. Y/N had a thoughtful expression on her face, and Jihyo approached her quietly.

Jihyo - Honey, what's on your mind?

The mentioned girl turned her gaze away from the rain, her expression thoughtful. 

Y/N - I'm just thinking about how different it is being a part of TWICE. It's been amazing, but sometimes it's overwhelming too.

Jihyo nodded, understanding the weight of being part of a globally famous girl group like TWICE. 

Jihyo - It can be challenging, especially for someone as young as you. But remember, we're here for you, just like you've been here for us with your playful spirit.

Y/N - Thank you, mama. I'm really grateful to be a part of TWICE. You've all been so welcoming. *smiles gratefully*

As they sat together, watching the rain fall, Jihyo and Y/N shared a moment of quiet understanding. It was a rare opportunity for Y/N to open up about her experiences, and Jihyo felt honoured to be someone she could confide in.

In the weeks that followed, the TWICE members continued to bond with the maknae. They learned more about her as they shared meals, late-night conversations, and playful games. They discovered that TWICE's sunshine was not just a playful spirit, she was also kind-hearted, empathetic, and fiercely dedicated to her role in the group.

One day, as they prepared for a rigorous dance rehearsal, Y/N showed a side of herself that surprised them all. She was usually playful and carefree, but when it came to her work, she was a perfectionist (Same-). She practised her dance moves tirelessly, seeking feedback from the members and the choreographer.

Tzuyu, who had observed her only little sister's dedication, approached her during a break.

Tzuyu - You're really passionate about your work, honeybum.

Y/N wiped the sweat from her brow, nodding. 

Y/N - I want to give my best to TWICE and our fans. I don't want anyone to think I'm here just because I'm Tiffany's sister.

Tzuyu - We've seen your dedication, bae. We know you're here because you deserve it. *smiling warmly*

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Y/N's playful spirit continued to shine, but now the TWICE members also saw the depth of her character. She was not just Tiffany's little sister, she was a valuable member of the group, someone they could rely on and learn from.

One evening, as the sun set over Seoul, Y/N found herself in the company of her older sisters once more. They were sitting on a rooftop, enjoying a quiet moment together.

Momo spoke up, breaking the peaceful silence. 

Momo - You know, darling, we've learned a lot from you.

Y/N - What do you mean? *raises an eyebrow*

Sana - Your playful spirit has taught us to have more fun and enjoy the little moments in life. But we've also learned that you're dedicated, hardworking, and incredibly kind.

Dahyun - You've shown us that there's so much more to you than we initially thought. You're not just Tiffany's little sister! You're our Y/N, a fantastic member of TWICE.

Y/N - Thank you, unnies. I'm so grateful to be a part of this amazing group, and I'm learning so much from all of you too. *tears nearly overflowing*

They shared a group hug, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing day. The maknae had not only found her place in TWICE but had also enriched their lives with her playful spirit and unwavering dedication.

Together, they knew they would continue to learn from each other, support each other, and create music and memories that would last a lifetime. And this made them all look at each other with the same thing in mind:

I am proud of our dear chosen family.

A/N: I’m sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

[amournoir]

happy belated birthday again 🎉🎉🎉

may I request the birthday drink pleaseee 🤍

I love u so so much and I hope you’re having an amazing day!! 🤍

ooooh yes darling, this'll be fun!

i’d totally ship you with Kol or Rebekah, perhaps even Rafe. you strike me as someone who loves the thrill of danger or uncertainty, something about it just riles you up, gets you going. and who better to show you danger than Kol who dances in the midst of a bloodbath or Rafe who enjoys causing chaos, but maybe you like thrill with a bit of class which just screams Bekah. either way, you know how to have a good time and who to go to when you need it, plus they're all fierce at protecting what's theirs. despite all this, you're calm which is exactly what any of these 3 need in their life. they'd listen to you above everyone else and you very much love the power, you can't even hide it. they like the finer things in life so you'll always find comfort with them. they don't believe in sharing, not unless it's in a sexual aspect, otherwise you're theirs alone...perhaps all 3 would share you though?? hmm, i could see Rafe and Kol agreeing but Bekah would definitely hog you to herself.

i really wanna know what you think hon, was i close or far? & thanks again love for the birthday wishes, i love you 💋

[slightlyunconventional]

wrong until you make it right (kb's (@softsnzstuff ) santa fic)

i wrote for @panpremie06 ! i'm your secret santa!

here's a little w/andan/at fic for u! i hope you enjoy <3

(title is from "everything will be alright" by the killers)

Rain hammering hard on her back, Natasha slouched into her home, soaked to the bone.

She had been called out on (extremely) short-notice for a mission, and had had the misfortune of meeting a particularly heavy shower of rain on her way back.

Sighing, she pushed open the door and exhaustedly kicked off her boots.

"Nat? Is that you?" a voiced called from the next room.

A feeling of warm relief swelled inside Natasha upon hearing Wanda's voice.

"Hey, love, I'm home," she replied, making her way to the living room.

Wanda was curled up on the sofa, a thick novel in one hand and a mug of steaming tea in the other. Her perfect, shiny auburn hair was a stark contrast to Natasha's dripping red locks. The room was warm, too, lit cosily with the dim glow of candles and the twinkling Christmas tree lights.

The sudden change in temperature ignited a prickling within Natasha's nose. She tipped forward with an impressive volley of sneezes.

"ahH'tSHUH! hUH'TSCH! uh-huHh'tTCHUH!"

Natasha righted herself, sniffling, and sighed again.

"Oh, honey..." Wanda cooed, standing up, "Rain took you by surprise, huh?"

Natasha nodded pitifully. Wanda set down her book and approached her, sympathy and worry in her red-brown eyes. She handed Natasha her tea, saying,

"I think you ought to have this, then. It seems as though you need it more than me."

She smiled sympathetically as Natasha took the mug, cradling it's warmth between her frigid fingers. Steam wafted up from it, warming her face.

"huh'iSSHU! Oh, god, sorry."

Natasha grimaced slightly as she sneezed into her soaked elbow.

"It's okay, hon. Let's get you upstairs and into some warm clothes."

Wanda held out her hand to Natasha. Seeing her girlfriend's glowing smile made Natasha feel slightly better.

Wanda helped Natasha up the stairs, pausing halfway up for a shaky, stifled set of sneezes. Once they reached the bedroom, Wanda sat Natasha down on their bed and began browsing the wardrobe for some warm clothes. She produced a thick cable knit sweater and a pair of pale grey leggings and handed it to Natasha.

She stood up from the bed, setting the mug of tea carefully on their bedside table and let Wanda help her peel off her rain-soaked combat gear.

As the sweater was being gently pulled over her arms, Natasha felt her breath catch with an incessant tickle in her nose.

"Wands, I'm gonna-"

She took a sharp breath in, unable to help herself, and folded on herself with a harsh;

"ahHH'TSHIUHh! Huhh.."

Wanda smiled gently as Natasha opened her mouth to apologise.

"Bless you, honey. Don't apologise, it's okay."

Her smooth, homely voice warmed Natasha's chilled bones.

-

After a while, Natasha's hair was towelled dry and she was comfortable in warm clothes. She and Wanda sat close together on their plush couch, layered with a blanket, legs entwined to share their warmth.

Natasha's head dipped for what seemed like the twentieth sneeze in two hours.

"huh.. huhH'KTSHUHh! Ugh, sorry, love," she mumbled, sniffling into her sleeve.

"That's okay," Wanda replied with a smile. She leaned forward and pressed a gentle hand onto Natasha's forehead, feeling her temperature.

"Oh, honey. You're feeling quite warm," she murmured with a touch of worry, "I think that rain's given you a cold, and a nastu one at that."

"God, I don't need a cold right now." Natasha groaned, screwing her eyes shut in frustration.

Wanda tilted her head and smiled sympathetically, and pulled Natasha closer to her.

"I'll be here to warm that cold," she smiled, "don't worry, Nat, honey."

"Th- hihh... huh'tSCHIEW! Thanks, love."

[matan4il]

Hello Alice. My birthday is coming up next Tuesday and I booked myself a holiday into California which is a massive deal for me. It made me think a lot about my uncle who travels around the world for his job quite often and how he was in Jerusulem literally in August. It is terrifying to think how much can change in the span of a few months. I don't know how you manage to cope with everything but I just wanted to drop in and say that even though I am this cyber stranger, I am very proud and in awe of you. I am also very grateful for the content you provide on here which educates so many. I hope your living situation is okay. I hope you're managing. And I hope that you're looking forward to s7 of Buddie come March. Another random thought that occurred to me on this long ass flight was how the coma dream showed Buck that he already has a kid in his life who he parents and how he came to terms with being a sperm donor instead of a father. (AT LEAST IMO DONT YELL AT ME PEOPLE!) Anywhooooo, I adore you and thank you for being here. 💛💛💛💛💛

Awwww, my darling Dom! *hugs* I can just imagine how exciting such a big trip is, and on such a wonderful occasion, too! I'm so glad for you, enjoy every single second of your journey, lovely!

Oh, wow! Your uncle was in my city just this August. That's when we were celebrating my sister's bday. Yeah, who could have imagined how much the world would change in just two months?

Oh hon! You're not a cyber stranger. You're so wonderful, brave and strong, compassionate and sweet, I enjoy talking to you, and I'm SO grateful for your friendship. I'm the one who's in awe of you! You didn't have to stand by me when I'm one of the people targeted by this de-humanization campaign, but you did, and to me, that makes you a hero. I'm proud of YOU. <3

So kind of you to be interested in my living situation. I have a temporary place, it's not great, but it's also not too far from my previous place, so at least I know my surroundings. And hopefully, this place isn't for long...

Oh, I hope s7 gives us canon Buddie, honestly. And Buck officially as Christopher's other dad. ^u^ Yes, I agree about the coma dream, it def was meaning in Buck seeing Chris there, and realizing more fully what that kid means to him, or Christopher wouldn't be there.

Love you so much, hon! I adore you, and thank you again for being here, even when that's not easy! xoxox