#melissa cherry

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[asolitaryrose3]

Made some things of mel mel ❤️💚🩵

[cherrieguroo]

i can say the whole fucking line from memory. watch me

it's amazing, sometimes your bark almost sounds like human words! but dogs can't talk. and dogs don't have fingers, do they? no. dogs have paws. they walk around on little beans, soft, little puppy beans. so, im gonna remove these fingers.. that you STOLE, you naughty boy. and im gonna give you back your beans!

[bookishfreedom]

perfect weekend morning ☀️

[chemzee]

compalation of random doodles I haven't posted here yet (at least I think I didn't?)

[hischildrenofthemoon]

𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 ♱☾ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵

𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢

𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮

Hello, there!

This is a side blog run by @ebiemidnightlibrarian, focusing on my OC'S (Original Characters), their respective stories and universe.

𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑻!

These stories are 100% mine, that is, I created, started and will finish them the way they were planned within the proper time. That said, I do not consent anything originally posted on this blog being copied/pasted/translated/or any other form of reproduction, to any site other than here, on this blog, without my permission. In short, not even over my dead body.

Thank you in advance for your attention and I hope you enjoy these stories made with great care and effort.

𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑

Meet Ebie's Children of the Moon!

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝖁𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 lorian carfell will curse your soul

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 lorian carfell ♱☾ carfell aesthetics ♱☾ lorian aurelius carfell ♱☾ aurelius carfell

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕿𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖊

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 haester grimald is a creature of the night

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 haester grimald ♱☾ haester aesthetics ♱☾ haester malakhai grimald

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖘

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 father romero is haunted in every sense of the word

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 mateo romero ♱☾ father mateo romero ♱☾ romero aesthetics ♱☾ father romero

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖊

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 henry prescott was bitten by a werewolf

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 henry prescott ♱☾ prescott aesthetics ♱☾ henry grant bradshaw-prescott ♱☾ sir henry prescott

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖚𝖘

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 sebastian blackwood is tormented body and soul

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 sebastian blackwood ♱☾ sebastian aesthetics ♱☾ sebastian amadeus blackwood ♱☾ lucien darvell corvin

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖊

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 madeleine holmwood is hunting a werewolf

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 madeleine marion holmwood ♱☾ madeleine holmwood ♱☾ the werewolf's hunter

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝖁𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 abigail mortimer is doomed by the narrative

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 abigail katherina mortimer ♱☾ abigail mortimer ♱☾ abby mortimer ♱☾ the warlock's bride

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕿𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖊

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 charity beckford is a vampire killer

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 charity melissa beckford ♱☾ charity beckford ♱☾ cherry beckford ♱☾ the vampire's killer

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖚𝖘

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 helena hawthorne lives in a haunted house

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 helena circe hawthorne ♱☾ helena hawthorne ♱☾ lena hawthorne ♱☾ the ghost's soulmate

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖘

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 sister agnes fears the one who lies beneath (technically not her own playlist, but the concept is the same)

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 agnes fremkel ♱☾ sister agnes fremkel ♱☾ agnes mariah fremkel ♱☾ the shadow's chosen

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 thorned roses in the garden of evil ♱�� children of the moon aesthetics ♱☾ the one who lies beneath ♱☾ serpentarium ♱☾ aleyna carfell ♱☾ naberius carfell ♱☾ the grimald brides ♱☾ hestia grimald ♱☾ lenore grimald ♱☾ andras grimald ♱☾ henry x madeleine ♱☾ lorian x abigail ♱☾ haester x charity ♱☾ seb/lucien x helena ♱☾ mateo x agnes

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

Finding Mr. Christmas Season 1, Episode 8 'Our Christmas Star'

Happy Holidays from Cherry lane

[bisexualvampires]

hiiii friendly reminder that in exactly 24hours you'll be standing watching hozier sing destiel songs live

friendly reminder that i will crumble into the earth when the destiel emotions hit. cannot believe we’re gonna witness this again bestie especially now that he’s got even more destiel songs 😭

[marycherrylovers]

Salem always had the best lines. 

Sabrina, The Teenage Witch S4.E15 "Love In Bloom"

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[cherrieguroo]

melissa and grace should team up sometime. go hunting for dirty dudes or something

[thecupidwitch]

Day of the Week Magickal Correspondences:

Monday

Planet: Moon

Tarot: High Priestess, Moon

Color: white, light blue, gray

Stones: moonstone, pearl, fluorite, amethyst, quartz, sapphire

Herbs: moonflower, jasmine, gardenia, white rose

Influences : astral realm, clairvoyance, creativity, dream work, emotions, family, fertility, healing the home, illumination, inspiration, intuition, love, prophecy, protection, psychic ability, travel, truth

Tuesday

Planet: Mars

Tarot: Strength, Wands (5, 6)

Color: red, orange

Stones: carnelian, ruby, bloodstone, garnet, red jasper

Herbs: basil, ginger, blak pepper, patchouli, holly, dragon’s blood, nettle, thistle, thorns, wormwood, hawthorn,

Influences : power, war, courage, agression, revenge, hexes and curses, distruction, ambition, sexual identity, sex magick, self confidence

Wednesday

Planet: mercury

Tarot: The Magician, Wheel of Fortune, Pentacles (8)

Color: blue

Stones: Agate, citrine, aventurine, sodalite, lapis, hematite, emerald

Herbs: lavender, rosemary, fern, cherry, licorice, poppy, mugwort, plantain, apple, fennel

Influences : communication, arts, change, mental power, education, divination, psychic power, divination, wisdom, knowledge, traveling, spiritual enlightenment, mischief

Thursday

Planet: jupiter

Tarot: Pentacles (ace, 9, 10)

Color: royal blue, green and purple

Stones: amethyst, sapphire, turquoise, lepidolite, sugilite

Herbs: cinnamon, sage, nutmeg, melissa, clove, honeysuckle

Influences : money, business, manifestion, justice, healing, abundance, luck, fidelity, honor, justice (legal matters), leadership, loyalty, prosperity, relationships, well-being, success

Friday

Planet: Venus

Tarot: Empress, Lovers, Cups (2)

Color: pink

Stones: rose quartz, pink tourmaline, moonstone, jade, peridot, emerald, ruby

Herbs: red hibiscus, rose, lavender, rosemary, jasmine, blue lotus, violet, birch, sage, ivy

Influences : beauty, emotions, fertility, friendship, happiness, love, passion, pleasure, sexuality, wisdom

Saturday

Planet: Saturn

Tarot: Temperance, Swords (knight, 2)

Color: Black, Gray (dark), Indigo, Purple (dark)

Stones: onyx, obsidian, smokey quartz, jet, pumice

Herbs: myrrh, moss, thyme, basil, hemlock, nettle, peppermint, pomegranate, hyacinth, mallow, juniper

Influences : banish, binding magick, death, protection, freedom, justice, karma, banishing, uncrossing magick, hexes and curses

Sunday

Planet: Sun

Color: yellow, gold

Tarot: Chariot, Sun, Wands (ace)

Stones: citrine, sunstone, pyrite, gold, goldstone, carnelian, orange calcite, tiger’s eye, amber

Herbs: sunflower, chamomile, calendula, marigold, bergamot, oak, rosemary, oregano

Influences : accomplishment, action, ambition, attraction, authority, beauty, confidence, creativity, energy (solar), fame, freedom, friendship, goals, personal growth, healing, hope, illumination, justice, leadership, light, protection, spirituality

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[janeyseymour]

I Can Take Care Of Myself

Summary: Melissa falls and clearly injures herself. She insists she's fine.

WC: ~3.7k

Melissa falls at work today, because of course she does. It isn’t the best morning to begin with- and that only puts the cherry on top to prove to the two of you that today is going to be an absolute living hell.

It all starts when you wake up with half a voice and feeling like a truck hit you. Still though, you persist and insist that you’re well enough to go to school- calling out isn’t an option at this point. The substitute situation is, in the fine words of Mr. Johnson, absolute trash. You’re not about to subject your grade level partners to another ten kids in their class for the day when you can still teach- just maybe not to the degree that your students have become accustomed to.

“Hun, I’m fine,” you croak out as you force yourself to peel your eyes open.

Melissa frowns. “It’s clear you aren’t. You look like you crawled out of the seventh layer of hell.”

“Wow,” you scoff. “I love you too.”

Green eyes are rolled. “You know I’m saying that with all of the love in my heart, mi amore… I just don’t want you to strain yourself more than you have to. I can handle your sub plans and take on some of your kids.”

“I’m fine,” you mumble as your eyes slip closed again. “Just give me five more minutes, and then I’ll get up.”

“Y/N,” your girlfriend says sternly.

“I’m fine,” you grumble. “Just gonna need some extra coffee today.”

Somehow, miraculously, you get out of the house on time- having not put on makeup today. You’re able to stop for coffee before you head to work, and then you’re walking in with the usual crew. They can all clearly see that you aren’t feeling well, but at your glare, they silence themselves. Chatter continues on like it normally does with your friends. And then Melissa trips and she hits the ground- hard.

You gasp and reach out a hand to help her up, worried that she’s more injured than she’s playing off. “Hun?”

“I’m fine!” the redhead jumps right up. “Coffee didn’t even spill.”

You look to your friends with a stunned look- how could she be okay? But then she’s limping her way up the steps to the school, and you sigh. She isn’t fine- nowhere near fine.

“Has she always limped like that?” Janine asks the group.

“No. No she has not,” you grumble under your breath as you head in behind your girlfriend.

She’s still limping down the hall with all of her things when you catch up to her.

“Hun,” you just barely manage to get out before you break into a bit of a coughing fit. Still, you grab her bags and loop an arm around her waist to help steady her.

The redhead shrugs you off and continues to hobble her way down the halls towards her classroom. “I’m fine. It’s you who isn’t.”

“Babe,” you shake your head. “You took a tumble, and it’s clear you’re hurting.”

“Ain’t the first time,” Melissa replies. “Won’t be the last.”

“At least let me look at your ankle when we get inside?” you ask as you stop in front of her door.

Green eyes glance to you for a second, and she can tell that you’re truly concerned about her. “Y/N.”

“Please,” you sigh. “I’m worried with the way you’re limping.”

The breath that she lets out tells you that she’s annoyed, but she relents. “If I say yes, will you get off my back?”

You raise brow at the attitude, but you cut your losses and nod. As soon as she’s in her classroom and settled to a certain degree, she’ll falling into her chair with a groan. You feel bad, but you have to unlace her boot and pull it off of her foot. It hurts your heart to hear the way that she hisses in pain at the action.

“I’m sorry,” you croak out. You peel her sock off, and you can immediately see that her ankle is swollen at least double the size what it’s supposed to be. “Hun, you need to go to the doctor.”

“There ain’t no damned way that’s happening.”

You look to your girlfriend with a deep sigh. “Lissa.”

“I’m not going,” the redhead stands her ground.

“It’s already swollen,” you tell her. You prod around the area and when she nearly shouts in pain, you just gesture to it pointedly.

“It’ll heal up in no time.”

“At least let me get you ice,” you request softly. 

“I can get it,” Melissa tells you as she goes to pull her sock back on. She halts her motion though when she feels the pain flare up again.

“Melissa, now is not the time to be stubborn,” you grumble out as you turn on your heel to get ice from the staff room. By the time that you fill a couple of bags with ice, brew another two cups of coffee, and return down to the redhead’s classroom, she’s grunting and groaning trying to get her shoe on.

“Melissa Schemmenti, stop being so damn stubborn, and just accept my help,” you rasp out as you pull her shoe off again, ignoring the way she winces. “Shouldn’t have tried to put it back on when I told you I would get it for you myself.”

“An’ I told you I’d be fine. I should be the one takin’ care of you,” Melissa spits out. “This is fuckin’ ridiculous.” And then she gasps at the cool sensation on her foot.

“Twenty minutes,” you tell her sternly. “I don’t want to see you up and moving today. You can teach from your chair.”

“But-”

“Melissa,” you grit through your teeth. “I know you don’t want help or to admit that it hurts, but I’m seriously concerned. So, if you aren’t going to do this for yourself, will you at least do it for me?”

The pleading look in your eyes, along with the strained voice, finally get her to quit fighting you. “Fine. But when we get home, I’m taking care of you.”

You roll your eyes but lean in to kiss her temple. You make your way out, having to prepare a few things for your own classroom. As you’re leaving, you mumble under your breath, “That’s if we aren’t at the hospital for your damned ankle.”

Come lunch time, you line your kids up and march them down the hall to your girlfriend’s room. She’s still sitting in her chair, one shoe off, but she looks pissed beyond hell.

“I’ll take your kids down, grab our lunches, and then I’ll meet you back here?”

“I can come down to the staff-” she pauses briefly at your glare. “I’m coming down. But if you wouldn’t mind taking my class down to the cafeteria?”

“Fine.” You’ll take what you can get.

By the time that you’ve dropped all of the kids off in the lunch room and ensured that they have a plan for lunch, Melissa has hopped about halfway down the hallway.

“You’re ridiculous,” you sigh as you catch up with your girlfriend easily.

Green eyes are rolled, and she huffs and groans as she continues down towards the staffroom. You simply loop your arm around her waist again.

“Can you put any pressure on it?” you ask.

“Enough.” She steps on it, but you see the massive amount of pain she is in when she does.

You quirk your lips to one side, but you don’t say anything. Instead, you help guide her to a chair before pulling your lunches out of the fridge and setting it down in front of her. You pluck her mug from her hand and refill it with another helping of coffee, spoon the sugar out for her, and get the creamer for her.

“Thanks,” she kisses your cheek gently.

You manage to get her to ice her injury again without much of a fight.

The rest of the day passes by just fine, and come the end of the day, you’re both standing outside dismissing your kids. You can see the way that she’s favoring her one side though and how she’s smiling through the pain. Honestly, you’re surprised she even managed to get her shoe back on, much less make her way outside.

But then the bell rings to signify that teachers can leave, and you watch her grunt and groan her way to the car.

“Let me drive,” you try to convince her.

She waves you off. “I can drive.”

The entire drive home, you can see in her face just how much she’s trying to suppress her pain. You don’t say anything though- hopefully she learned her lesson after today’s drive back home.

She leans over the middle console once she’s put the car in park and kisses you softly.

“Don’t kiss me,” you rasp out. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I have the immune system of a bull,” your girlfriend tells you, and then she plants another one you. “I just… thank you for trying to take care of me today. But I promise you, I’m fine. I should be the one taking care of you right now.”

She presses her forehead against yours, only to frown as she pulls away. “You’re burning up.”

“I’ll be okay,” you mutter. “Just goin’ to be an early night tonight.”

It is an early night for you. Practically right after dinner, you practically drag your exhausted body up the steps and crawl into bed.

You expect the redhead to make her way up not shortly after you, but she doesn’t. You resort to texting her.

Are you coming to bed?

I will, is the response you get. Just catching up on the Bachelor, and then I’ll be up. Get some sleep though, hun.

Okay, you type back. Goodnight. I love you.

I love you too.

Melissa doesn’t make her way up the steps that night. She can hardly manage to get comfortable on the couch with her ankle throbbing the way it is, and she doesn’t think she could manage the way that your legs always tangle together in sleep right now.

You hardly notice that she isn’t laying there next to you, sound asleep after taking some NyQuil to help your own symptoms.

But come the next morning, you realize that you aren’t waking up in her arms like you usually would.

“Mel?” you attempt to get out. You curse silently when all that comes out of your mouth is air.

You hear her groan from downstairs, and then you hear that familiar sound of a body being peeled off of the plastic covered couch. With a soft sigh, you begin to prepare yourself for the next day of school. You hear the grunts coming from your girlfriend downstairs as she attempts to get herself up the steps to get ready for work herself.

“Hey gorgeous,” you hear her low morning voice as you feel her warm arms wrap their way around your midsection. She presses a kiss to your cheek. “How are you feeling?”

You shrug before pointing to her with raised eyebrows.

“No voice still?” the redhead asks, and you shake your head before gesturing to her again. “Hurts a little, but it ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle.”

You give her a look of disbelief, but she just kisses you again and smiles as she reaches for her own toothbrush.

Of course, she insists on driving again. Walking into the school takes longer than usual for your girlfriend, her limp more apparent than it was yesterday. She really can’t put any pressure on her ankle without gasping in pain. 

She plops herself into a seat before attempting to con any of the other people in your friend group to make the two of you coffee.

Janine, of course it’s Janine, tells the redhead that it’s clear that she’s worse than she was yesterday and that her ankle needs medical attention.

Your girlfriend, in true Schemmenti fashion, argues that. And then Gregory is telling her that what she rhetorically asked is exactly what a doctor would do for.

“Hun,” you rasp out. “You couldn’t even make it up to bed last night.”

“I fell asleep watching Housewives, Y/N,” Melissa sighs as she runs the pad of her thumb over your knuckles. “Jeez.”

That day after school, you’re laying on the couch with your eyes half closed. God, whatever you have is really throwing you for a loop. But you can’t let yourself fall asleep because you’ve vowed to yourself that if your injured girlfriend needs help, you will be the one to help her.

She only continues to shrug off your offers to help, claiming that she can do it all herself. That is, until you practically force her to sit down on the couch next to you with a pack of ice. You lift her leg and set it up on the coffee table with a pillow propped under it. And then you gently lay the ice down. She gasps at the sensation, and then her eyes darken.

“Y/N,” she kicks the ice away. “I said I’m fine. I said I’m the one taking care of you tonight. Can you just- quit it?”

“I won’t ‘just quit it’, Melissa. It’s clear that you’re hurt, and I really should be taking you to the hospital for your ankle.”

“Jesus Christ,” your girlfriend mumbles. “Leave me alone about it. Hun, I’m fine. I promise you- it’s just going to be sore for the next couple of days, and then I’ll be right as rain. Just, trust me?”

“Fine,” you scoff. “If you want me to leave you alone, then I will.”

You make your way up the steps and lay in bed, saddened by your girlfriend’s words. You’re drifting in and out of sleep when she comes in and kisses your head softly. “I love you.”

You sigh softly. “If it isn’t better by tomorrow, we’re going to the doctor.”

“Sure,” Melissa huffs. Then she softens. “Why don’t you take a nap, mi amore? I know you’re tired.”

You finally give in and give your body what it wants- rest, full rest. You don’t wake up until the next morning when your alarm is going off on your phone.

While you’re asleep though, Melissa thinks. She really doesn’t want to go to the doctor, but her ankle isn’t getting any better. If anything, it’s getting worse. So, she has to take drastic measures. She manages to hop her way to the medicine cabinet and begins to rifle through it. Painkillers- nice. Are they expired? Yes. Does she care? No. She pockets them before laying back down on the couch with you and pulling you into her arms, kissing your head softly.

The next morning, it seems as though Melissa has done a 180. She’s walking around just fine, she’s in a much better mood, and there hasn’t been a complaint out of her mouth about the pain that she was in just yesterday.

“See?” Your girlfriend’s eyes sparkle as she cooks you breakfast. “I told you: I’m right as rain now, aren’t I babe?”

You just roll your eyes and kiss her cheek. “Okay, hun.” Oh thank God- you’re voice is at least somewhat back to normal.

She dances into the school and into the staffroom while you head off towards the bathroom, and your friend group is just as surprised as you were this morning to see how much better the redhead is feeling.

You’re walking into the staffroom just as your girlfriend admits that she found some painkillers at the house, and you practically jump to grab the bottle out of her hands.

“Those are mine.” You then continue to read the label.

“Melissa!” Barbara cuts in and grabs the bottle. She looks at the expiration date. “These are way passed expired!”

The redhead just waves a hand in dismissal, claiming that they still do the trick if you just double up on them. Before she can get another word out about how she’s feeling good, you have to leave. You storm out of the room, not caring that the door slams behind you. Your group of friends can hear your shoes hitting the linoleum tile with more force than usual. 

“What the hell was that?” Barbara asks quietly.

Even in her high stupor, Melissa knows- you’re mad that she would stoop to such a level. “She’s pissed… I- I need to go see the nurse.”

You’re enraged that your girlfriend would go as low to taking expired painkillers- ones that weren’t even hers to begin with. And then you’re more upset with yourself for not having thrown them out. After what feels like forever, you know that you have to get ahold of your emotions. You’re students will be walking in soon, and you can’t be this upset when they come in.

You take a deep breath, shake your hands out, and put that practiced smile on your face like you’ve had to do so many times before. The bell to allow the children to start making their way down to the classrooms chimes, and your brow furrows slightly. You hadn’t heard your girlfriend make her way down the hallway, which is odd; you can always hear her heeled boots.

Quietly, you make your way out of your classroom and into the hallway, standing where you can see the redhead’s room nicely. She’s sitting at her desk, body turned to face the doorway… and she isn’t wearing her boots? She doesn’t even have a shoe on her injured foot. It’s actually elevated with ice resting on it.

“What the fuck?” you mutter to yourself. 

Your girlfriend sees that you’re looking at her curiously, and she just shrugs apologetically to you. You roll your eyes and head back into your own classroom.

Come lunch time, Melissa is still sitting in her chair, teaching from her desk. Her kids are lining up to head out, but she doesn’t so much as move. Her class ends up tagging onto the end of your line as they’ve done for the past few days. You drop them all at the cafeteria before making your way into the staff room.

“Where’s Melissa?” you roll your eyes as you grab your lunch from the refrigerator.

“Her classroom,” Barbara tells you. “I took her down her lunch and an ice pack.”

You nod before taking your salad out of the room with you and making your way back down the hall towards your girlfriend.

When you can see her, she’s sitting at her desk with her foot propped up and the aforementioned ice pack resting over the bruise.

“Hey,” Melissa waves you in quietly.

You just look to her as you stand in her doorway. “I’m beyond pissed with you, you know,” you say flatly.

“I know,” the redhead sighs. She gestures for you to come in. You do, taking a student chair and pulling it up to her desk.

Her hand very quickly finds its way into your own, squeezing it gently. “Mi amore.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

You pull your hand from hers. “I mean, seriously, Melissa. Denying my help, telling me that you were just fine when you clearly weren’t, and then stooping so low as to stealing my painkillers that were expired? You have to be kidding me!”

“I-” Your girlfriend cups your cheek gently. “Honey, I’m sorry.”

“You should be,” you huff.

“I fucked up by not letting you help me, I know I did,” the redhead admits quietly. “I know it doesn’t excuse it, but I just… I’ve never had anyone so willing to look after me when I’m not at a hundred… Joe always left me to my own devices, and other flings didn’t care enough to help.”

“I’m not Joe,” you hiss. “And I’m certainly not just some stupid little fling of yours.”

Soft lips meet your own. “I know. I know you aren’t. You’re you, and you care so deeply for me and are so willing to take care of me. But you have to understand that I’m not used to that. I’ve always had to fend for myself.”

“You don’t have to do that anymore,” you sigh.

“I know,” Melissa mumbles. “But I- I-” She shakes her head softly as she tries to figure out how she wants to word this. “I didn’t want to be dependent on you, especially while you were sick. So I made a stupid decision- one that I entirely regret, because it clearly hurt you and made you feel like I didn’t need you, when I do.”

You nod along.

“And after you stormed out of the break room today, I really knew I fucked up. So… I went down to the nurse, asked Barbara to bring me my lunch and an icepack, and I scheduled an appointment to check out my foot once school is over.”

“You did?” you ask quietly.

Your girlfriend nods. “I did. And… I was kinda hoping my beautiful girlfriend would take me there after work today?”

You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes and tell her that you would’ve done that days ago. Instead you just give her a tight lipped smile and nod. “You know I will. But I’m driving.”

The next morning, you carry your things on one shoulder and Melissa’s things on the other. You ensure that she can easily make her way into the school with her crutches now.

“So you went to the doctor?” Janine asks when she sees the two of you making your way down to the classroom.

“Grade two ankle sprain, wrist bruise, knee abrasion,” your girlfriend relays. “So… you know, no big deal, like I said.”

You give her a look in disbelief.

“Okay, okay,” the redhead rolls her eyes. “So, maybe a bigger deal than I thought it was. But I’ll be alright, because I know I have my wonderful girlfriend to help take care of me while I get back to one hundred percent.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Alright, Schemmenti. Let’s go. You gotta ice your ankle again before the kids get here.”

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Hiii!! I wanted to make a request for Melissa x fem reader where Melissa goes to the casino and while playing poker she asks us to sit on her lap for "good luck" (wink wink) and starts teasing r by putting her hand under her dress. At one point she comes close to our ear asking us to be quiet anddddd I think you already know what happensss. Can you add praise kink please??

I love this prompt! This is definitely something I can see her doing! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I wanted to thank everyone for putting up with my crazy fics as I reached 200 followers a couple days ago so I wanted to thank you for that! 😘❤️

Luck Be Her Lady

Warnings: let’s be real, it’s porn with very little plot

Words: 1.63k

Arms wrap around your waist as you push the lever down on the slot machine you’re at. You lean into your girlfriend's touch as she rests her chin on your shoulder.

“Any luck here Tesoro?” She asks and you shake your head. “Well I’m just about to go play poker, wanna come watch?” She asks and you smile at her. You pull the lever down again and this time 3 cherries appear and you win $100. “Well I guess your luck changed. Why don’t you go get your money and I’ll go play poker and you can come watch if you want. Or you can stay here or play something else.” She offers and you turn around in her arms.

“I’ll go collect my winnings and I’ll go watch my girlfriend kick everyone’s ass at poker.” You tell her and she gives you a kiss.

“Hm, that's my good girl.” She says and you feel wetness travel from your mouth to your entrance.

“You did that on purpose.” You whine out and she removes her arms from you.

“Did what?” She innocently asks with a smirk, she then gives you a wink and leaves to the poker table. You go collect your winnings and then you make it to the poker table right before the game starts. You watch a few rounds pass by with Melissa winning most of them and then she turns to look at you while someone is shuffling the cards. “Tesoro, come sit on my lap. I want my good luck charm.” She tells you with a mischievous look in her eyes. You obey anyway and sit on her lap while the cards are being handed out. You sit on her left leg with her leg between yours and you’re facing the table.

She has her left arm wrapped around you while she picks her cards up with her right. During the round, you notice how her hand keeps inching closer and closer to in between your legs and you squirm a bit on her lap. She leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Be a good girl for me, stay still and keep quiet.” She whispers in your ear and you shiver. She then slips her hand under your dress and you widen your eyes slightly. She moves your underwear to the side and puts a hand on your clit. You flinch slightly and your breathing deepens a bit. She starts rubbing circles on your clit and you start having trouble keeping it together in front of at least 30 people, who are either playing or watching. Melissa on the other hand is having no trouble keeping it together, she’s running your clit and playing poker like both are second nature to her, which is true.

She then trails her fingers down and inserts her middle finger into your entrance and you let out a small gasp. She slides another one into you and then starts pumping in and out of you and places her thumb on your clit. You try your best to keep your face neutral and not like your getting fingered underneath the table, but it’s hard as she knows your body so well. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to an orgasm and then all of a sudden she pulls out. It takes you a second to come back to your senses and then you see her take the cards and begin shuffling. You looked at her with a small glare and she smirks at you, she knows exactly what she’s doing and how close you were.

You see her beginning to hand out the cards to the people still at the table. She places her hand back on your thigh as she picks up her cards. She draws her hand away everytime she gets close to your clit, teasing you mercilessly. You notice 2 people leave after the hand and that there’s only Melissa and 2 other people left at the table. You’re having a hard time following what’s going on in the round as Melissa is running a finger through your folds. She slips a finger in you as she looks at her cards. You bite your lip so hard to keep quiet that you think blood might start dripping from your lip. She’s moving her finger in and out of you at an annoyingly slow pace to tease you and it’s working really well. She chose a time when you can’t ask her to speed up or ask her for anything, all you can do is sit there, not make a sound and take her teasing.

“All in.” You hear someone say and you see Melissa matching that without having to use all her chips.

“I’m all in too.” The third person says and you all then reveal your cards. You see Melissa has a straight flush and wins the entire game. She pulls out of you when you started to feel your orgasm starting to build. She gets you to stand up so she can go claim her reward.

“How much did you win?” You ask her and she smiles at you.

“$5000.” She says as she gets the money.

“Wow, make sure you don’t spend it all in one place.” You joke with her and she chuckles.

“I was thinking of taking my girl out on a date to a nice place.” She says as she wraps her arms around your waist and looks at you.

“The nicest place you could ever take me is your place.” You say to her and she grins. “I hear the best and most beautiful chef lives there.” You add and she blushes. “But I’d never say no to a date with you, no matter the place.” You tell her and she kisses you.

“Let’s go to the best place first.” She tells you and leads you out of the casino and to her car. You both get in and she starts driving to her place. She places a hand on your thigh and starts rubbing it. You let a moan slip now that you’re able to make noises. She pulls over to the side of the road on a deserted back road and looks at you with lust filled eyes. “Get in the backseat.” She demands and you don’t question it and obey immediately. You both get in the backseat and you straddle her lap. You immediately start kissing each other and she takes your dress off. She unclips your bra and practically rips it off of you then gets you to take your underwear off. You take her leather jacket off and the pink top that she has on. She cups your breasts and you moan into the kiss. “I just love it when you moan. Now be a good girl and let me hear all the noises I can get you to make.” She tells you and you whine.

She slips two fingers in your entrance while she attaches her mouth to your neck. You gasp out as you wrap your arms around her neck. You have your mouth hanging open as she’s sucking your neck as if she’s a vampire and pumping in and out of you with roadrunner speed. You pull her closer to you and you put your head on her shoulder. She places her other hand on your clit and starts rubbing it. You’re gasping and moaning on her lap and she’s enjoying all the noises she’s getting you to make.

“Do you want to come babygirl?” She asks as she can tell you’re close. You nod as you’re unable to form a thought or speak a word at the moment. She wants you to try though as she also enjoys seeing you struggle. “I want to hear you say it.” She says, voice dripping with lust.

“Ye-yes, oh god yes.” You cry out and she smirks.

“Come then babygirl.” She says and as if your body obeys her, you come immediately. You stay sitting on her lap trying to catch your breath as she pulls out of you gently. “You're my beautiful good girl.” She says to you and you lean your forehead on hers with a smile on your face. You look at her and you smile as you think she always looks beautiful, she looks up at you and matches your smile. You then bend down and kiss the skin on her breasts, what the bra can allow you to kiss. She then reaches behind her and unclips her bra then takes it off, giving you full access to her breasts. You put a nipple in your mouth while you cup the other one and she puts her hands in your hair and gasps. You slip your hand under her leather pants and underwear. You run your fingers through her folds and she’s soaking wet.

“You’re very wet.” You tell her and she lets out a laugh.

“You make me so wet.” She says breathless. You slip a finger in her entrance and she lets out a high pitched gasp. You pump in and out of her and she’s running her hands through your hair. She kisses you when you put your thumb on her clit and rub it. She comes in less than a minute and you slow down inside her before pulling out. She’s trying to catch her breath as you get off her lap and smile at her. She looks over at you and lets out a laugh. “How am I supposed to catch my breath when you look at me like that?” She tells you and you blush. “I love how I can still make you blush.” She says as she strokes your cheek. “Thank you babygirl, you made me come really good.” She says and you laugh.

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Finding Mr. Christmas Season 1, Episode 7 'A Christmas Waltz'

Seasons Greetings from Cherry Lane

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Thirsty Thursday - Shut up and dance with me

steddie, omegaverse, a little bit of fun during my angst-fest to celebrate some follower milestones 🥰

Steve keeps saying he feels goofy wearing a suit, even if he’s happy to do it for Robin. It’s non-traditional, sticking an omega in black-tie. But neither is an alpha like Buckley having an omega as her best man. Her mating ceremony is beautiful, Chrissy absolutely sparkles, and Steve cries through half of it because he’s so happy for his best friend.

Eddie might cry a little, too.

He’s seated in the front row, with Robin’s family, since he and Steve are ‘capital S’ Serious, and Steve has practically been adopted by Robin’s parents. Melissa catches him crying and smiles; she’s certain to ask when he and Steve are going to tie the knot themselves.

He’s nowhere near ready to answer that one. Especially without Steve to help. Eddie hasn’t wanted to rush things, even being friends so long beforehand. Knows that he loves Steve more than anything. But they’ve barely been dating a year…

After the ceremony, Steve catches his eye from the reception line. “You good?” Eddie mouths, quirking a questioning brow.

Steve makes a dumb face—pretends to cry—gives him a thumbs up, and it’s like everything rearranges, his whole world shifting a couple inches to the left.

He knows.

All his worries about it being too fast float away like so much dust on the wind. He’d be happy enough watching Steve from across the room for the rest of his life, to giggle and mime at one another.

But after the reception, he gets to take Steve home.

Not being in the wedding party, he should honestly head over to the venue soon—after going through the receiving line. He kisses Chrissy’s cheek, tells her she looks stunning, high fives Robin for locking down her perfect omega, and whispers, “I’ll be waiting for you with a cocktail,” in Steve’s ear.

He manages to cop a feel, squeezing Steve’s ass before pulling back, earning him a tiny whine as they part.

Forcing himself to keep walking, Eddie hates leaving his m—

Hates leaving Steve. He wants to run back and scoop him into his arms. To keep him close.

Instead, he gets in Steve’s car and drives to the reception, grabs a scotch from the open bar, and distracts himself from missing Steve by chatting with Jonathan who is just as in need of the company since Argyle and Nancy are also in the wedding party.

Eddie’s on his second scotch when he hears whispers that the limo has arrived, and he goes to order a Manhattan for Steve with extra cherries. He’s barely got the coupe glass in hand before the DJ is announcing the new Mr. and Mrs. Buckley.

They’ve changed into their reception outfits: Chrissy’s dress short and frothy, Robin in metallic pants and a shirt unbuttoned halfway down her sternum, both of them already dancing as they make their grand entrance.

The whole room hoots and hollers as they burst into cheers.

The rest of the party has changed too. Nancy’s in a slinky dress, the depth of the black of it the only thing hiding the outline of her dick. Argyle is in shorts that make him seem ridiculously tall, and Heather is in a romper covered in rhinestones.

Then there’s Steve.

He’s dressed to match Robin in silver-sequined pants, trading the button-down for a loose tank top that shows off too much of his golden skin, freckles and moles like so many stars in the sky.

Eddie’s mouth waters as he makes his way over to him, drink in hand.

“Damn, sweetheart!” he says, eyes locked on Steve’s tits, needing to hold him by the sides and slip his thumbs in to tease his nipples.

Steve grips hush chin, tilts his gaze up until their eyes meet. “Thanks, babe.” He smiles into their kiss, uses his teeth a little.

Eddie offers him the drink, and Steve happily accepts, plucking out a cherry and popping it into his mouth. Another kiss, this one cherry-sweet, and Steve downs his drink, holding his extra cherry between his teeth for a long moment, grinning as he bites it in half.

“Why is it so hot when you do that?” Eddie rasps, his dress pants suddenly a little too tight.

Steve smiles, pulls half the cherry from between his lips, and presses it to Eddie’s mouth. “Shut up and dance with me, Munson,” he says, laughing, barely containing his delight.

He drags Eddie onto the dance floor, the alpha going willingly, hands easily finding their way onto Steve’s hips. Falling to the beat, into moving with one another is easy. So easy, Eddie nearly forgets his revelation from earlier.

And he’s distracted again by Steve’s chest.

“You okay there, Munson?” he teases, using a single finger to direct Eddie’s gaze back up to face him. “Keep your eyes on me.”

A purr rumbles through Eddie’s chest as he leans in close. “Why d’ya still call me Munson all the time, Stevie?” he murmurs, then kisses Steve’s ear.

“Like the way it sounds. I like everything about you, Eddie.” The words are soft and vulnerable, barely audible over the pulse of the music.

It makes Eddie brave enough to be vulnerable, too.

“How do you like the sound of Mrs. Munson? Or Ms.” He smiles. “Whichev-”

Steve cuts him off with a kiss.

“I like the sound of that a lot.”