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[melissa-kenobi]

THRONE

Bo-Katan Kryze x Reader

A/N: Sorry guys, I'm in a Bo-Katan phase... I just love her even tho she's an asshole and has done bad shit. Also, I know this is a bit late, but I had it in my drafts for a long time and totally forgot about it :(

Warnings: The Mandalorian S3 spoilers, smut, idek what else.

"Goodbye Din Djarin."

The monotone voice of your lover swept through the large hall as she watched Din walk away, twiddling her thumbs in annoyance. Walking past the Mandalorian, you gave him a small nod of best wishes before making his way to Mandalore with his green child.

Making your way over to the redhead, you held a glass of water, offering it to her. "Your majesty."

Bo-Katan simply rolled her eyes, taking a large gulp of the drink before placing it on the side, gesturing for you to come closer. "I thought you might have been parched after that long conversation, my lady. It seemed interesting. Did you not take up Djarin's offer?"

She doesn't answer. Simply stares out the glass windows with a lost look in her eyes. Your Bo-Katan is a tough woman, a woman with a purpose - to reclaim Mandalore, but without the Darksaber, she couldn't. Her forces are all gone but you. But there was only so much two women could do, she has you, but no matter how strong you were, she needed her people.

As much as she despised the planet now, deep down, she wanted it back. It's her home, your home - the only home you'd ever known until the Empire had ruined it.

Sighing deeply, you stood beside her, reaching over to touch her hand. "Bo-

"If you're going to give me advice about how I should be helping Din Djarin on his ridiculous mission, you'd better leave." Bo-Katan huffed as she slipped her hand from yours and swung her legs back onto the side of the chair. "I want nothing to do with that man."

Maker, she was still being stroppy about the Darksaber. Din had won it, fair and square, and to be fair, you're pretty sure he has zero clue about what to do with it or what it means. But Din is a worthy warrior to wield the saber, and that's what makes Bo-Katan pissed.

"I wasn't." You rolled your eyes as you pushed her legs down and sat down on her thighs, your legs placed on either side of them as you moved your hands to her waist, gently holding her hips. "I was going to suggest something else."

The woman turned her head towards your face, a smirk etched onto her face as she took in your position and where your hands were. "Oh? And what might that be?

Smirking back, you pushed her against the back of the chair before slowly removing her armour. "A massage."

"I'm not in the mood for a massage, sweetheart." Bo-Katan rolled her eyes but let you proceed to remove her armour, piece by piece as you placed it gently on the floor. "You don't have to be so careful with it."

"I know." You hummed. "But it's your armour, and I know how much it means to you."

Your words hit deep within the woman. Yes, it was her armour. But what use was it now? When she has no one to lead, no-one to follow her. Bo thought, perhaps she should hang up her armour and settle down on a nice planet with you. You'd follow her, right?

After stripping her of her armour, you removed her trousers, slipping them down her long legs before making your way back up, caressing her thighs as she moaned your name softly. Her hands were coming to hold your shoulders and keep you between her legs, but you were persistent, pushing back against her hold and seeping up to kiss her lips.

"Off now." You commanded, pointedly looking at her covered breasts. The redhead smirked as she slowly stripped off her layers, leaving you growling as she took her sweet time. "You want this massage or not, your Majesty?

"Is that how you talk to your Queen?" Bo gasped in mock horror, finally having taken off her top, leaving her breasts bare and ready for you. "I should have your mouth cleaned for that."

"I'll have you moaning my name in a few. Let's see how mouthy you'll be then." You muttered before shufifng closer on her lap and placing your lips on her buds. The action making Bo let out a loud moan as she gripped your hips, your tongue swirling around her buds, making her gasp every time.

"Fuck- cyar'ika-"

You moved your hand to the other, gently caressing it before squeezing the bud as it grew erect. Underneath your legs, you could feel Bo getting wet, the way her hips were unintentionally thrusting up against yours, the way her hands were gripping your hips ever so tight as she tried to get off.

"Ah ah no." You pulled off her bud, teeth leaving a small bite as you took her hands off your waist and placed them above her head, and with a small click they were locked in place against the chair. "No touching."

Bo growled but kept them in place, instead using her eyes to follow your movements as you slid down her body, becoming eye level with her pussy. Her hips unintentionally trusted upwards, trying to get closer to your mouth but your hands pushed them down roughly.

"Stop moving." You growled, looking back up at her with fire and lust in your eyes. Bo swore the sight of you between her legs would have made her cum right there if you hadn't placed your lips on her clit. The ginger let out a loud moan, hands wanting to move down to pull you closer but remained where they were. "Good girl."

Bo was in agony. Her moans only became louder as she watched your mouth tease her with soft kisses before you moved south, wrapping those luscious lips around her clit and sucked hard making her hips thrust upwards. Her hands immediately came down to your hair as she pulled on it, pressing your face closer to her cunt as she grinded on you.

"Fuck-" You moaned against her wet cunt not bothered about her ignoring your instructions. Using your free hand, you slid two fingers into her, pumping fast. "Use me baby- I want my face to be soake-"

You never got to finish your sentence as Bo let out a load moan of your name, hands tugging on your hair, as she came and gushed all over your face, leaving a wet trial. You watched from below as Bo's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her hands gently coming away from your hair as she reached for your waist and pulled your body up against her.

She smiled softly as she wiped a finger across your face, sticking it into your mouth before pulling out and reaching down between your bodies. "Fuck- you're soaked cyare."

"Let me return the favour." Bo grinned as she swiftly placed her lips on yours, cleaning the mess she had made on your face.

***

"That was one hell of a massage." Bo laughed, the smile gently returning to her face.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Pray, do tell my princess." Bo gasped as you pressed your body against hers once more, breasts touching hers.

"You're wondering if you should hang up the mantle."

Bo's eyes slipped to yours, sighing in sadness. You always knew what was on her mind. It was something that attracted you to her. "Maybe I should. It's - Mandalore will never be ours again."

"Stop." You pressed a finger to her lips, instantly shushing her. "You are Mandalore. You always have been."

"You're the only one who has ever worked so hard to gain her planet back. I know you've done bad things, but they were all in the name of Mandalore to save our planet. I know you're the only one who can save us. It has to be you. So yes, maybe you should join Din on his ridiculous mission. It would be a start. We could gather members of his covert and restar-"

"No." Bo stopped you. "I can't, its- it's too much. Every single time we try something, it's like we take 5 steps back, and we never end up anywhere. I can't have you doing that again, not with me."

"Bo-" You warned, already knowing where she was heading with this.

"Maybe you should leave too. Everyone else has. Perhaps you'd have a better life." Bo continued, wanting to slowly push you off her but not wanting to lose you either. If this was all she had left, then she would rather savour it for however long she had with you.

"Maybe I should."

In an instant, Bo's head snapped to yours, not expecting you to agree. The shock evident on her face, deep down she believed you would always stay with her, as those in the outer rim would say 'Till death do us part'. But it would seem not, you'd go your own ways and she'd be left alone, again.

Without you.

"But I won't." Grabbing her hands, you placed them on your beating heart. Bo's green eyes filled with salty tears as she tried her hardest not to break down, despite you saying you wouldn't leave her.

"I'd follow you to the end of the galaxy if it meant I could stay by your side, Bo." You spoke gently. The love laced within your words was what made her crack. The tears finally slipped out as she realised you weren't leaving her, the only person who ever believed in her, who stood by her side while she made plans to regain Mandalore. Who swore that she would always love Bo, no matter how much of an asshole she was.

You. Bo's sweet princess was staying.

"Thank you, cyare." Bo sniffed as she pulled you close, placing her forehead against yours as she silently accepted your love. Her hands gently came to hold your face in her palms as she softly spoke her next words. "I do love you, you know that, right? More than I can express."

"I know, Bo." You smiled gently, placing your hands over hers.

***

*beep beep*

"Your majesty." The droid slowly swept in, the skidding noises disrupting your soft moment with Bo. "An unscheduled visitor."

Your lover sighed, gently placing you on her throne as she got up to look out the window, only to spot Din Djarin's N1 flying through the atmosphere. With a determined face, she gave you a nod before announcing, "Let's get rid of him once and for all."

"Bo-

"Fine. We'll see what he wants." Bo rolled her eyes, watching you sat on the throne and made something twirl inside her. "You coming with?"

The loaded question Bo had asked has several answers, but yours? It would always be the same.

"Always."

***

[melissa-kenobi]

Omg yesss Emme you always find the best ones!!! I made like a million but had to chose 3 of my faves! They all gave me Red Dead vibes, I love it 🥺😂

We got casual cowgirl melissa, then we got a socialite melissa and finally a bounty hunter/outlaw melissa :D

I was like loving this cowgirl dressing up game and then I noticed it obviously was made by ummmmandy, damn, they make my favs alwaaays, in love

[morgana-larkin]

FIRST i just wanna say im obsessed with your writing!!

second i wanted to ask for a mel x reader!! where they are at janines party (like the finale”. basically they have really big feelings for each other but neither of them (especially mel) wants to admit it. during the party reader and mel gets really drunk (like she did in the episode). some guy starts flirting with the reader and mel gets jealous and just grabs the reader and pulls her out of the party and kisses her, and takes the reader to her place. maybe leads to some smut!?? then they wake up the next morning and remember what they did, they admit they’ve had feelings for a while and maybe some softer smut at the end!!?💕💕

Hi anon! I’m so happy you love my writing! ❤️. I hope I wrote it to your liking with enough fluff and smut! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’ll either be working on the next prompt or the next chapter of worth it, I haven’t decided yet. It’s a Chessy prompt, which one would you like?

Drunk With Jealousy

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst

Words: 2.6k

“So are you going to Janine’s party?” You ask Melissa in the break room. It’s the last day of school today before summer break.

“Yep, are you?” She asks and you nod.

“I wouldn’t miss it, especially more now that I know you’re going to be there.” You tell her and you look at your food and miss the blush that forms on her cheeks.

Later that day you arrive at the party at 7:50. You wanted to be early since you could help Janine with last minute setups that always happen at parties.

“Hey y/n!” Janine exclaims

“Hey Janine!” You say. “I wanted to know if you needed help with last minute setups.” You tell her and you hear voices coming from her kitchen.

“No I don’t believe so. Barb and Melissa are already here if you want to go see them, or at least Melissa.” Janine says and you look at her confused. “We all know you have feelings for her.” She tells you and you sigh. You go to the kitchen and true enough, Barb and Melissa are there, talking about something.

“Hey guys.” You say and Melissa whips her head around to see you and she smiles.

“Hey y/n!” She says.

“Hello dear.” Barb says as Melissa looks at a loss for words. “I’m going to finish up the living room. Maybe y/n can help you out in here.” Barb says to Melissa with a wink, that you don’t see, and leaves.

You’ve had a crush on Melissa since you started there 2 years ago as a second grade teacher. She was in a serious relationship with Gary at the time so you didn’t say or do anything. Then they broke up about 6 months ago and you found out she started hooking up with the fire chief.

Melissa on the other hand was a bit different. When you first started she didn’t think much of you as you were new. She thought you were attractive but nothing more than that. It wasn’t until 6 months after you started that she started getting to know you. She started developing a crush on you close to when you were finishing your first year at Abbott. She didn’t act on it as she was still with Gary at the time. But when they broke up, Melissa thought about telling you how she felt but chickened out and started hooking up with the fire chief. She will neither confirm nor deny that she’s imagined you there instead of the fire chief, more than once.

“So what are you two doing here early?” You ask Melissa once Barb left.

“Helping to tidy up. You?”

“I was making sure she didn’t need any help with last minute preparations.” You tell her and she nods.

“I see. So are you planning to get drunk tonight?” She asks and you chuckle.

“I am yes. I took an Uber here and I’ll take one back home.” You tell her and she shakes her head. “Are you planning to get drunk tonight?”

“Maybe, we’ll see.” She says and then you hear a knock at the door.

10 minutes later people are filling the space and dancing and getting drunk. You started drinking about 5 minutes ago and you’re currently on the dance floor while Melissa is happily staring at you from the kitchen. She’s leaning against the doorframe, with a barely touched drink in hand while she’s watching you dance.

“Why don’t you go dance with her.” Barb says as she comes up beside Melissa.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because then you’d both have fun together.” Barb states like it’s obvious.

“I’d have fun but I bet she wouldn’t. She probably wouldn’t want to dance with someone my age.” Melissa says. Just then you look over to see Melissa and Barb at the kitchen entrance and Barb is motioning you over. Melissa downs her drink as she sees you coming over, stumbling a bit.

“Hey guys!!” You slur a little bit.

“Hello dear, how many drinks have you had?” Barb asks and you think for a second.

“2 or maybe 3.” You tell them and Melissa snorts.

“Here, lemme take your cup and get you a refill. I need another myself.” She says and takes your cup to get you another drink.

“Dear, you should invite Melissa to dance with you.” Barb says.

“I would love to, but I don’t know if she likes to dance.”

“I’m certain she’d love it if you invited her to dance with you.” She tells you and you smile at that. Just then Melissa returns with 2 cups full of alcohol and you take a sip before looking at her.

“What?” Melissa asks as she catches you staring.

“Wanna dance with me?” You ask her and she looks taken back.

“Uh, um, s-sure.” She stutters out and Barb pushes her a bit towards you when she doesn’t move. You grab her hand and lead her onto the dance floor. You get to a spot near the middle where you both have space to dance and you start dancing with her. Barb starts dancing near you guys at some point.

About 10 minutes later the power goes out and Melissa goes to refill your cups. When she comes back a couple minutes later, she sees you talking with another teacher and she grips the cups a bit tighter. She walks closer to you guys to hear what you’re talking about and she sees him touching your arm and laughing at whatever you said. She puts the plastic cups down at whatever is closest to her and makes a beeline for you. She’s had about 3 cups of alcohol at this point and she’s not in the right state of mind to think about anything clearly.

When she reaches you, she grabs your hand and pulls you away from the teacher. She brings you to the doorframe of Janine’s bedroom and kisses you with force. You kiss her back with just as much force and then the power comes back on. You both pull apart and look to see it back on and then Mr Johnson comes and stops in front of you.

“Hey Janine.” He says and looks past both of you. “I fixed the problem.” He says and you both turn to face the bedroom and see Janine and Gregory there looking shocked at you both. “Am I interrupting something?” He asks all 4 of you.

“No, come on y/n.” She says and grabs your hand.

“Where are we going?” You ask with a giggle.

“My place.” Is all she says and you let her lead you away. She calls an Uber and you make it back to her place in 10 minutes. As soon as you walk through the door, her lips are on yours again and she pushes you up against her door. She hoists you up and you wrap your legs around her waist and arms around her neck. She moves her mouth to your neck and begins sucking whatever spot she put her mouth on first. You put your hands in her ginger locks and gasp as she began sucking. You undo her blazer and take it off of her and roam your hands on the exposed skin. She then carries you to her bed and drops you on it then crawls on top of you. She grabs the hem of your dress then looks at you and you nod. She takes your dress off and you're left in your matching bra and underwear set.

You take her gold shirt off and roam your hands all over her back and tummy while she kisses you and cups your breasts over your bra. You moan into the kiss and she reaches behind you and unclips your bra then rips it off of you. She cups your now fully exposed breasts as she’s straddling your hips. She leans close to you as she starts playing with your nipples.

“You’re mine y/n. You’re not that other teacher’s, the one who was flirting with you, mine.” She says, voice dripping with jealousy. You buck your hips and moan as she’s playing with your nipples and the sound of her voice with so much jealousy is getting you excited. She takes her bra off and you open your eyes and see that magnificent sight. The sight of her ginger hair perfectly framing her face, her emerald eyes that are so captivating, her lips that are so kissable, her amazing breasts that you want to suck on, and her tummy that has so much skin to touch. She takes her leather pants off and she’s left in her underwear and socks.

“You’re so beautiful.” You blurt out and she smiles at you as she strokes your cheek.

“Thank you, and just so you know I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll forget about ever wanting to be with someone else.” She tells you and you quirk an eyebrow.

“What if I already do that?” You tell her and she gives you a smile then a passionate kiss. She then retrieves the strap on and goes back to the bed. She takes off her underwear and puts the strap on. She takes a nipple in her mouth and she begins sucking on it and licking it with her hot tongue and you buck your hips. She lines the strap with your entrance and inserts it slowly. You gasp out as you feel it start to fill you up and you want more, more of Melissa. She gets you to bend your knees when she’s all the way in and she starts to slowly pump in and out of you. She goes faster and faster until you’re moaning out her name. “Omg Melissa, please I need you.” You tell her and she has no idea what you’re asking for as she’s already fucking you.

“What do you need from me babygirl?” She asks and you moan.

“I need you closer to me.” You tell her and she smiles at you and brings her body down to lay on your body.

“Is that what you need from me babygirl? My body on yours.” She questions and you nod. You place your hands on her back and dig your nails into her skin and she moans as it feels good, like you’re trying to mark her so nobody else does. She keeps pumping in and out of you and she puts her hand to your clit and begins rubbing circles on it. You come not long after that but she doesn’t stop.

“Omg Me-Melissa.” You gasp out.

“I still need to come babygirl, I’m so close.” She tells you. She comes a few seconds later and you come right after her as she was still rubbing your clit.

She pulls out of you gently and removes the strap and lays down next to you. You both try and catch your breath as she gets you to cuddle her. You shimmy closer to her and lay your head on her chest and wrap an arm around her waist. You fall asleep on her and she watches you for a few seconds before she gives you a kiss on your head before falling asleep herself.

You wake up to her spooning you and you began freaking out a bit. You try to get out of her grasp and out of bed to change and leave but you slip and fall off the bed. Melissa bolts awake at the noise and crawls to the edge of the bed to find you on the ground.

“Ooowww.” You groan out.

“Are you ok? Did you get hurt at all?” She says as she helps hoist you up.

“I think just my ass… and my pride.” You tell her and she giggles. You then suddenly remember you’re completely naked and you go to get dressed.

“What are you doing?” She asks you as she watches you put your underwear on.

“I’m getting dressed, what does it look like I’m doing?” You tell her and she looks slightly upset.

“Why?”

“Well I’m not going to leave naked.” You tell her a bit annoyed.

“Why are you leaving? I mean, you- you don’t want to stay?” She asks you as you put your bra on and then look at her.

“Melissa, usually one night stands don’t stay.” You tell her and she’s looking at you confused.

“This was a one night stand?” She asks as you pick up your dress.

“Well we got drunk, and then we had sex. What would you call that?”

“I think you left out the part that I got jealous.” She tells you and you look at her confused.

“Jealous? Jealous about what?”

“The teacher who was flirting with you.”

“Why did you get jealous of that?”

“Because I like you.” She says and you drop your dress that you were holding.

“You-you like me?” You ask her and she nods. You walk towards her as she’s still in the bed. You cup her cheek and she leans into your touch and hums. “I like you too.” You tell her and she smiles softly at you.

“Really?” She asks and you smile and nod. She gets so excited that she grabs your waist and pulls you down onto the bed and you end sitting across her lap. She moves the hair out of your face and she kisses you. She gets you to lay on the bed and goes on top of you. She kisses your neck and unclips your bra. She trails down to your nipples while she takes your underwear off. She rubs your legs up and down to touch all over you.

You’re gasping and moaning underneath her and then she switches to the other nipple and you buck your hips. She inserts a finger in your entrance and you buck your hips.

“Oh, oh my god Melissa. I love you!” You scream out and she freezes the pumping.

“What did you say?” She asks and you look at her.

“I said I love you. And I do, I really do love you.” You say and she smiles at you.

“I love you too.” She tells you and kisses you before you can reply. She starts pumping in and out of you and you gasp into the kiss. She presses her thumb to your clit and brings her free hand to one of your nipples. The pleasure is quickly building and you feel yourself getting close to an orgasm.

“I’m so close, Melissa.” You tell her and you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her close to you.

“Come when you need to babygirl, I’ve got you.” She tells you and she goes faster.

You then gasp out as you come and she slows down before she pulls out.

Before she can react you stick your fingers in her and she gasps out as she falls forward. Her hands are next to your head as you pump in and out of her.

Oh, oh, y/n, yes! Don’t stop! Please!” She screams out and you pull her down to you and kiss her lips. She pulls back just a little bit and she’s breathing heavily in your ear as she’s close to coming. “Oh y/n, I’m about to…” She screams out as she comes. You pull out of her and she stays straddling your lap, trying to catch her breath. She strokes your cheek and she smiles at you. “I love you so much, babygirl.”

“I love you so much too.” You tell her and pull her down to kiss her.

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[pinkthrone445]

Hey sweetheart, can you write a Melissa x reader

Reader is a math teacher in Abbott but for a reason cause the reader is dyslexic and some teachers kind out and start making fun of them. Melissa doesn’t like that and stops it real quick. As someone with dyslexia it really hits lol

-I'm here to help-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:fluff, short

Warnings:strong words

Summary:Melissa doesn't like it when she hears other coworkers make fun of you and decides to help you.

Hi gorgeous, I'm dyslexic too hahaha, I wrote this from my own experience, I hope you like this and that I fulfill your expectation, thanks for the request 💕

Abbott elementary, a school where children had opportunities to learn when elsewhere they had been rejected. It was an inclusive school, the teachers with their low budget, did everything possible to give the best to their students. Some children lacked many things in their day-to-day lives, so you as teachers got involved, sometimes too much, so that they did not feel lacking anything in which you had the opportunity to help.

You, as teachers, were also very careful in cases of bullying, sometimes putting an end to it even before it started.

You did everything to take care of the children, unfortunately, very rarely was there anyone who did anything to take care of you.

Problems between teachers were solved by the teachers, no one else intervened or helped, not even if you were the one who was being bullied.

It had been a very long and heavy week, grading exams and daily life had greatly drained your energies. You urgently needed the weekend to be able to rest well and recover. Not only did you feel tired, but the tiredness affected other parts of your being, like your dyslexia, it wasn't usually that bad, but when you were tired it was worse and you didn't even realize it.

As a math teacher, it was rare for your students to notice any mistakes in the equations, but when it was your turn to write or read something, it was easy to highlight your mistakes. Although the children were very kind in helping you see what you had written or read wrong, they didn't do it in a mocking way and that calmed you down and helped you a lot. If it wasn't for them correcting you, you wouldn't realize your mistakes even if you read the word 5 times. There were times when you didn't even notice your mistake, such as letters being moved or letters that were similar to each other being swapped, and other times when you knew you had written something wrong but couldn't see what it was even though you had it in front of you. Sometimes you changed the order of letters and other times you didn't write all the letters of the word skipping some, there were also times when you confused one word with another. It wasn't something that happened every moment of the day, but the accumulated tiredness was affecting you to make it happen more often than usual.

Apparently, some teachers at school found it very funny that you made mistakes because of your dyslexia, many times at lunchtime you would find them talking and making fun of you, stopping whenever they noticed you were in the room. It usually didn't bother you, but you were so tired that you had little patience and things affected you more than usual.

It was already thursday, all you had to do was take the last exam and correct it, so you would close the grades and the children who passed would not have to return the last weeks of the year. But you were so tired that you didn't realize that in that last exam you had several mistakes when writing it, so when it came to correcting and realizing that everyone had made a few many mistakes because of you, you had no choice but to recognize it and cancel the exam and the notes, hoping that the kids will take it again and the parents won't be mad at you.

Sadly, when you realized that mistake, you were correcting in the teacher's room where everyone who commonly made fun of you was. They had already been talking about you and you knew it, but when you noticed the same mistake in all the exams and your face transformed, it caught their attention

-"Look at dydy over there, it looks like she is having an existencial crisis"-They whispered between each other, they called you dydy because they thought it was a funny nickname for someone with dyslexia. You tried not to pay attention to them and rubbed your hands all over your face trying to find a solution, you've never had a mistake this big that affect the kids exams and grades so much. You were so stressed and tired that your eyes filled with tears without you noticing. At the moment when you started crying, Mel walked into the teacher's room, it was weird to see her there, she always went to the room on the first floor and not that one on the second floor. The redhead's eyes immediately landed on you, and her brow furrowed with concern

-"Are you okay hon?"-Mel asked worriedly and you sighed trying to calm yourself down

-"Yeah... It's just that I made a mystic on a test and it affects every kid in my class"-You replied to the redhead and listened as the others laughed and mocked

-"That nickname it's better! Mystic! She said mystic instead of mistake!"-A fool made fun of you and you grunted annoyedly as you got out of your seat

-"You know what I meant! I meant mystic, not mystic!"-They laughed again and you sighed, when someone repeated the words you said wrong, you had a harder time saying it right-"I meant to say mistake!"-You screamed grabbing your papers and walked out of the room.

-"I don't understand how she is a teacher with how stupid she is and all the mistakes she makes when writing or reading. I don't understand how she got her degree"-One of them spoke up, continuing his mockery. Melissa stared at them and took decisive steps to them, if looks could kill, his body would be lost somewhere where it could never be found

-"Look assholes, she got her degree like all of us by studying and giving the best of her, and if she got it it's because she deserves it, I'm sure she deserves it much more than each one of you. Dyslexia is not a sign of stupidity, there are many people with dyslexia who are very intelligent. On the other hand, you are stupid, although you have no excuse for being that way. Her students have some of the best GPAs here at the school, better than any of your classes, do you know why? Because she cares about her students instead of meddling in other people's lives. If I hear any of you once again speaking ill of her, I do not assure you that you will ever see the light of day again, capisce?"-The redhead spoke in an authoritative voice, and everyone nodded in fright. Mel then turned around and started looking for you, finding you in your classroom surrounded by papers

-"Hey hon, how are you doing?"-The redhead asked, entering your classroom, where there were no one else besides you, and she came closer until she was in front of you, but you kept looking at your papers

-"It's nothing Mel, I'm fine"-You answered without looking at her, trying to convince her even though your eyes were still red and watery

-"Don't lie to me, If you don't want to talk, I understand, but don't lie to me. You don't cry when it's nothing, you cry when something hurts. Is it because of what they said? You know that they're stupid, do you want me to come back with my bat?" - Her comment made you get a little laugh

-"Usually it doesn't bother me what they say, but this week has been terrible, and if I already feel like a bad teacher day by day with my problem, I feel worse when they highlight it and make fun of it... Did you know that because they made fun of me, the school made me take a spelling course? Like that's my problem... Usually it's not that bad and I can handle it thanks to a lot of exercises I made, but now I'm tired, stressed, hungry and in a bad mood and that makes me make more mistakes... Like in these stupid exams where I got almost every exercise wrong so the kids also got their answers wrong... Not only do I have to retake the test, I have to revise it 10 times before I take it again or the kids' parents will kill me"-You muttered through your breath annoyed, and Mel sighed at the sight of you

-"Come to my house tonight, I'll help you... And I don't take no for an answer"-She said and walked out of your classroom before you could protest or say anything.

That night you went to her house and knocked on the door with a pot of ice cream in your hands, when the redhead saw you a big smile filled her face and let you in, the house had an exquisite aroma and a beautiful atmosphere. You had been there before with Barbara who was also your friend, but it was different to be there alone, you could pay attention to more things and details.

Mel grabbed your coat and made you sit at the table serving you a plate of food that looked delicious

-"I thought you'd help me with my exam"-you joked and she sat down next to you with another plate for herself

-"And that's what I'm doing, I know that tiredness and not eating well affects your concentration, so first we'll eat so it's easier for you to see the mistakes. I also put on my computer a font that is supposed to help people with dyslexia, the two of us will correct the errors of the exam and then read it between the two of us to make sure it's okay, yes? But first, enjoy your meal"-The redhead commanded and you ate smiling feeling a warmth in your chest, she had not only defended you, she had paid attention to you and kept her promise to help you. And that wasn't the only time, she made sure that whenever you needed help, she was by your side.

[wekiamo]

fell harder

skeet ulrich x fem!reader

a/n: heyy i’m back w another fic! i enjoyed writing this sm i hope you like it 💕

pt 2 here

warnings: swearing, that’s all for now!

you’ve never made a movie in your entire life, but you were always a big fan of movies until this day. especially horror ones.

there’s this one specific horror movie franchise you absolutely love - scream. the first time you ever watched a scream movie was 12 years after the first scream was released - you were 10 years old and watched it without your parents knowing, and you absolutely loved everything about it.

that’s when you became a fan of the franchise, and started wanting to be part of it - you started practicing acting skills, even started watching youtube videos with acting tips.

and here you were, 25 years old, part of the next upcoming movie of the scream franchise. as soon as you knew you got the role, you sure screamed. a LOT.

—

“Hey” 10:19 pm

an unknown contact texts you

and you suddenly jump from the unexpected sound of the notification.

“fuck, that shouldn’t have scared me that much” you think to yourself and click on the notification you just got. you start typing

“hello, who’s that?” 10:19 pm

“I’m Dave, you must be Y/n. I got your number from the cast list, we’re going to work together for Scream 7” 10:20 pm

“oh hi dave! that’s nice” 10:20 pm

you answer his text, embarrassed that you didn’t even land your eyes on the cast list yet. everyone might have.

“So, I texted you because me and some other cast members were planning to have dinner tomorrow together, would you like to join us” 10:21 pm

ooh that’s why he texted me. that would be nice, wouldn’t it? at least i’ll be able to make some friends there, and not be left out in the shootings.

“sure!! i’d love to, count me in!” 10:22 pm

after you responded, you get up from your bed, turn off your cellphone and go grab some snack in the kitchen.

you leave your cellphone in the kitchen counter to open the fridge. you hear the sound of another notification.

“Alright! Here’s the cast list, just so you know who’s going to be there. The ones whose names I marked an X, are not showing up to the dinner. The ones who doesn’t, are showing up.” 10:23 pm

you cover your face in embarrassment. how does he know you haven’t seen the list yet?

“okay, thanks dave! what’s the address?” 10:24 pm

you send, before even checking the list he sent you.

you take a deep breath before actually checking it, thinking to yourself you should not be so careless at the point you don’t even check the cast of the film you’re going to be in.

jenna ortega, melissa barrera, jasmin savoy, mason gooding, bla bla bla…

until you see a specific name in the list, which you widen your eyes at.

“SKEET ULRICH?” you say loudly, before covering your face with your hands once again, but this time at the feeling of surprise.

you always had a big crush on this guy; since you’ve seen him as billy loomis when you first watched the first scream movie. he was and still is incredibly attractive - but not the common kind of attractive. he was TOO ATTRACTIVE. and you usually get really nervous around people THAT attractive.

it was kind of predictable if you think about it, because he’s been showing as sam’s visions in the last 2 movies - but you definitely did NOT think about it.

and now that you do, you freak out. there is no doubts you should have checked this list earlier, as you think to yourself you’re not prepared to see him and have dinner with him tomorrow. it would take days for you to mentally prepare yourself for meeting him personally.

“but, i’m not sure he’s going to be there tomorrow” you raise your head a little bit from the logical thought, before lowering it to the cellphone once again, seeing the list. you’re looking for a little bit of relief of seeing an “X” beside his name, just like some of the names there.

but you only disappoint yourself. there isn’t an X beside his name.

you start thinking you shouldn’t show up tomorrow.

but you have to. you confirmed to Dave you were going to be there, and you hate it when people cancel plans after confirming their presence.

when there’s another notification, you check it quickly and sees it’s Dave sending you the address you asked.

you have to go. and you decide you will.

[cyncerity]

HAPPY 3 YEARS TO THIS BLOG!! 🎉💕🫶

i’m so happy i’ve been a part of this little community for as long as i have. everyone is super nice and inspiring and unbelievably talented, and im so glad to be posting content with people like y’all.

it’s absurd to think i’ve been doing this for 3 years and that i almost have 800 people here seeing it, but the love and support i’ve received over these years has been incredible. given that this is such a small community and i’ve either spoken with most of you or have at the very least interacted with your content, i feel confident in saying that every single person here is incredible in their own right and truly are the reason i stay here. you guys are genuinely the best, even if i forget to answer your asks or sometimes leave you on read for a while (i do that with everyone i’m so sorry) i mean it when i say that i do consider a good portion of you my friends. even if it’s been a while since we messaged or talked, you’re all awesome. and if i don’t know you personally, please feel free to message me! i love making friends, especially in a community like this that has time and time again proven to have some of the genuinely nicest people on the internet <3

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anyway, i might be getting over sentimental about all this, but 3 years is a long time, and over that time i’ve grown very attached to this little group of creators and i just wanted to let you know how loved and appreciated you are

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[fadingdaggerr]

Hi, could i request a melissa schemmenti x firefighter!reader. I absolutely found melissa in 2x15 bloody adorable, so i would think she would melt if she were to see reader on the job or in uniform (like getting ready to go to work and melissa catches them before they leave the house sort of thing). It could be an established relationship or not, totally up to you, just thought this would be a super cute idea.

I feel like there could be more firefighter!reader stuff but at this point, i’ve read all of melissa schemmenti stories and i’m desperate for more, so i’ll take anything 🫠.

p.s. I love all of your stories and the way you write 💕💕

- 🩵

simmer

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: request above! melissa very much appreciates r’s firefighting uniform, quite a lot

warnings: fluff, suggestive comments, mel and r are just obsessed w each other

note: i went back and forth a few times on this, but i hope you like it. also everything i know about firefighting is from station 19 so it’s probably wrong but we’re here to be gay not correct

your alarm pierced your eardrums, pulling you violently from a deep and comfortable sleep. you reached haphazardly to turn off the alarm, burying your face back into your pillow with a groan. soft lips press between your shoulder blades, nails caressing your sides. if only staying in bed was an option. your head lifted off the pillow, turning to face melissa behind you. she has to be too beautiful to be real, you thought inwardly.

melissa leaned forward, catching your lips with hers. she relished in the way you pressed into her, blindly pushing yourself into her as much as you possibly could. she wishes you didn’t have to go in today, it was a saturday, a no-school day. but being the lieutenant under captain robinson meant when the fire chief came to visit, you had to be there to run the crew. one, two, three more pecks were placed to her lips before you pulled away, to both of your dismays.

she propped herself up against the headboard as she watched you mill about before you head into the shower. melissa often found herself admiring you when you weren’t looking, green eyes tracing your face, watching your hands as they moved when you spoke. she indulged herself in the view of you and your company.

when you emerged from the bathroom, your phone was pressed between your shoulder and ear. melissa could see the irritation radiating off of you as you grumbled with whoever was on the other line. she finds herself annoyed with them as well, peeved that they are taking away her time with you.

“so i have to pull up in turnouts instead of changing when i get there like a normal person… for what reason?” you ask as you dig through the dresser for a pair of boot socks. of course, captain robinson called you. he trusted you enough to lead the crew, but not enough to just let you do your job. melissa laughs as you turn around and face her with dead eyes and a slacked jaw before you speak again, “yessir, black turnouts. i’ll see you next week. yes. yes. mhm, yeah, bye.”

“did he just call you to tell you to wear clothes?” melissa asks in a joking tone, watching you in the reflection of your mirror.

you laugh as you apply your moisturizer, “pretty much. he said since i’m in charge today, i have to be ready before the crew.”

melissa was admittedly giddy about the whole prospect. she’d seen you in your formal attire when you were promoted from driver engineer to lieutenant last year, and congratulate you she did, all night long. she had been selfishly waiting for the day you came home in your turnouts, just so she could rip them off of you.

her eyes followed you as you grabbed a fitted, black t-shirt from the drawer, then as you pulled an extra pair of turnout pants from the closet. melissa watched intently as you dressed, focused as you pulled the shirt over your head, tucking it into the pants, leaving maroon suspenders hanging down. her mind was blank within seconds, only thing bouncing around was the image of you. she hardly registered you turning around, catching the dazed look across her face. in fact, she didn’t notice anything until you were mere centimeters from her.

“whatcha looking at gorgeous?” you ask with a sly smile on your lips, relishing in the way melissa’s cheeks bloom with redness.

she blinks a couple times, “nothing.”

“nothing? nothing at all?” you ask, leaning even closer to her. melissa was rendered speechless by you, the hand on her thigh drawing little shapes over the sheets, your eyes staring into hers with a mischievous glint. everything you did and said was a personal aphrodisiac for the redhead, but this uniform was altogether something else. no one had ever had this sort of effect on her, and now she’s blushing like a pre-teen at a boy band concert.

melissa only had enough wherewithal to nod at your question. no matter what you did or said she would never admit out loud how much you affected her, how much she craves the feeling you give her with just one look. her eyes shut briefly as your hand rises to tuck hair behind her ear, warming her face impossibly more.

“knock it off,” she mumbled, leaning into your palm that rested against her cheek.

your thumb stroked her soft skin with a chuckle, “i’m just sitting here, mel.”

“you’re so…” she huffs, only getting a confused look in response. “fucking look at you,” she almost yells, placing her hands over her face with embarrassment.

she hears the light laughter that leaves you, then feels you pulling her wrists as a way to get her hands off her face. you’re only half-successful and speak anyways, “i didn’t think turnouts would have the melissa schemmenti blushing like a fool.”

melissa wishes her heart didn’t soar when you laughed as she smacked your shoulder. anyone else who’d have the guts point this out would have to move to another planet to escape her wrath, but here you were, leaning into her even when she scowled. you pressed a kiss to her nose before rising off the bed again to finish getting ready.

as you walked back to the bathroom, melissa followed and stood behind you with her arms wrapped around your waist as you brushed your teeth. her nose tucked into the crook of your neck, inhaling the smell of your body wash and the smell that was uniquely you. her hands slowly moved up and down your torso, attempting to untuck your shirt and slide her hands underneath. you turned in her arms, halting her actions with a small, non-threatening glare.

“you are ravishing,” melissa says quiet tone, her eyes scanning over your features before dipping down to look at your clothing.

your cheeks warm under her affection, heart rapidly beating from just looking at her. leaving for work had never been harder, not when she was looking at you, touching you, like this. melissa knew the effect she had on you, the same way you knew of yours on her.

you cup her face in your hands, cherishing the beauty of her, “you can ravish me as much as you’d like when i get home.”

“don’t you wanna stay home with me, lieutenant?” she asked with a deeper tone, dripping in lust. you held back a groan at her words, wanting more than anything to take her up on the offer. she leans in, lips just a hair from your, “pretty please?”

you meet her in a sweet kiss, not letting her devilish tongue persuade you. nothing sounded better than spending a day in bed with melissa, to have the tv on and be so enraptured with one another that it fades away. when you pull away from her lips you whisper, “i want nothing more, but i have to go to work. i’ll be home before dinner, i promise.”

leaving melissa’s arms felt like being torn from like her, but if you didn’t leave now, you’d never leave again. she was a temptress of the highest order, you were sure of it. ignoring the looks and lingering touches she left behind as she ‘helped’ you collect your things. your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards you as you started for the front door.

“i will be home at four thirty-six exactly. once i walk through that door, i am all yours,” you say to her, staring into big green eyes that were begging you to come back to bed.

“all mine?”

“completely and entirely,” you say, punctuating your sentence with a long kiss to soft lips. pulling away hurt your heart, but you had to. she caught your hand before you turned away, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, letting go with pursed lips.

“i love you,” she says as she leans against the doorway.

you turn back to her, “i love you more. i’ll see you at four thirty-six.”

“four thirty-six,” she replies as she reluctantly shuts the door.

it was going to be a long and hard day, but any day that melissa schemmenti was waiting for you at home was a good day.

sorry this was shorter than usual i was having a hard time with this one for… no reason??

feedback appreciated as always <3

[jeridandridge]

Hi! Idk if your asks are open rn, I know you got a lot in your requests. But I thought of this little fluffy idea and you're my fave writer on here so I thought I'd throw it your way and see if you liked it enough to write it!

It's a dark and stormy night and Melissa takes reader to a scary movie for date night, which basically scars the reader (in a cute funny way obvs lol) and she has to stay over at Melissa's bc she is terrified. But what she doesn't know is Melissa is low-key also terrified. Every floorboard creaking, shadows on the walls, trees knocking against the windows 👻👻👻 you know?

Cute, fluffy, funny with a happy ending. If ya feel like it!

💕💕

This was so much fun to write I hope you dig it! Thank you for the request. 🩷

Deadites and Baseball Bats.

“Cmon, Mel.” You chuckle jogging up to the door to hold it open for your girlfriend. It was starting to rain outside and you knew it would only get worse throughout the night.

“Ya know I still don’t know why you picked this one, hon.” She quirks a brow as you two get to the snack area. You’d made sure to get the tickets for the movie the day before, mostly because you knew that way you wouldn’t chicken out.

“It’s supposed to be really good! My brother showed me the original when I was way too little now I wanna see this one.” You smile at the memory. You like some horror, but it still scared you. Hell, Michael meyers was a figure in your nightmares even when you were in high school.

“You saw Evil Dead when you were a kid?!” Melissa’s eyes go wide and you can’t help but laugh at her expression as you reach for her hand.

“I told you my brother wasn’t the best babysitter.”

You pay for your usual snack of popcorn and a bag of peanut M&Ms to share, even though Melissa always tells you to just sneak stuff in. In the theater you sit munching on your snacks waiting for the movie to start.

“I wonder how scary this one’s gonna be.” Melissa hums as the lights dim. When the movie starts you scoot closer to your girlfriend noting how the atmosphere in the movie is just like how it is outside now. Rain pelting down and dark. Too dark.

The movie starts out easy enough, but eventually your find yourself hiding your face in your girlfriends hair. “That’s not what a cheese grater is for!” You squeak.

“Woah!” Melissa lets out pushing further back into her seat, her hand on your thigh.

Throughout the movie you play peekaboo through your girlfriends hair, holding onto her arm for dear life.

“That’s more blood than when they got my uncle Tony.” Melissa winces.

You start to relax when the character wields the iconic chainsaw, finally killing the mutant deadite. After the movie you let out a breath and stand up blown away and terrified of what you watched.

“I can’t believe she went after all her kids.” The red head comments as you two head out of the theater.

“I mean, it wasn’t really her, the deadite was just using her.” You reason, your face falling when you get to the lobby. The glass doors give you a peak of an angry dark purple sky and lightning striking through black clouds.

“Ready to make a run for it, hon?” Melissa asks resting her hand on your lower back.

You nod pushing the door open.

“You can’t help but laugh when you two reach the car, Melissa trying to fix her soaking wet hair.

“Oh baby.” You laugh reaching over to wipe away smeared mascara. “My little raccoon.” You tease.

“Shut up, scaredy cat.” She teases you getting the car moving. As you two head home you can’t help but jump when a roll of thunder crashes seemingly right above you.

“Fuck.” You mutter looking out the window. The sky had grown even darker, making it look much later than 10 o’clock. The wind whipping around rattles the car and you reach over holding the sleeve of Melissa’s leather jacket.

Back at home you two get in shaking off the water.

“I’m gonna get some candles out just in case. That wind is too strong.” Melissa comments heading upstairs.

For some reason, when Melissa goes upstairs you feel like a child again, feet stuck in cement blocks unable to move with fear running through you. You think of how ridiculous it is.

“It’s just a movie.” You tell yourself moving through the house to get to the kitchen. All of a sudden you hear a zap and everything goes black.

“Oh fuck.” You cry out, your heart racing. “Mel!”

“I’m comin I’m comin, hon.” She huffs flicking a lighter for the candle in her hand.

Your hand grips the door frame and you don’t let go until you see your girlfriend glowing in the candle light.

“If I weren’t so freaked out id tell you how hot you look in that candlelight.” You breathe out with a nervous laugh.

Melissa moves through the dimly lit area holding the large glass candle.

“You’re scared and you still manage to flirt.” She chuckles wrapping her arm around your waist. “Cmon, baby I’ll keep you safe.” She teases.

“That movie was terrifying! I don’t know why I did that.”

“But we did have fun.” Melissa smiles in the dark. When you two get to your bedroom she sets the candle down on the dresser and moves to light more.

You strip getting rid of your wet clothes and changing into your sweatpants and one of Melissa’s eagles shirts.

You take a step forward and when you do the hardwood floor creaks forcing you to freeze.

“What was-“ Melissa whips around, stoping when she sees you on a certain part of the floor.

“Is the big and tough Melissa Schemmenti scared too?” You tease climbing into bed.

“I am not! It sounded weird, I didn’t know if- whatever.” She waves her hand continuing to take her makeup off. You sit in bed with the blanket pulled up to your chin, your phone in hand you scroll trying to take your mind off of the howling wind outside and the freaky deadites.

“Remind me to get rid of the cheese grater.” Melissa hums climbing in next to you.

“Oh god.” You shudder remembering the scene. “No cheese graters or tattoo machines in this house.”

“Deal.” The red head laughs wrapping her arm around you. You shift scooting back to have her behind you. She holds you a little tighter than she normally does, the sound of the rain hitting the window starts to lull you to sleep until youre jolted out of your haze by the sound of glass breaking and a door slamming.

“What the fuck was that?!” Melissa bolts up resting her hand on your hip. You sit up completely still, listening for anything else.

“Hopefully not a possessed angry zombie mother.” You hiss getting up with the red head. Melissa grabs her bedroom bat and you stand behind her, hands on her back as you both creep through the house.

“If I ever get possessed you better take me out.” She whispers.

“You got it, baby.” You agree, completely tense as you both get down the hall.

“It’s in the bathroom!” she hisses looking at the now closed door.

“I’ll kick it open, you swing.” You whisper standing on the opposite side of the door frame. Your girlfriend gives you a nod and you move like a lightening bolt kicking the door in and moving to the side again as Melissa winds her arms up ready to swing.

“Oh my god.” Melissa sighs bringing a hand to her chest. You look in past her seeing the bathroom window broken and a tree branch through it.

“So not a deadite” you sigh in relief. Melissa steps forward and you pull her back by the arm. “Stop, you’re gonna step on glass. It’s too dark to deal with this right now.”

Melissa puts her arms down closing the door again.

“We’ll have to wait until the morning to do something about that.” She hums.

You can’t help but smile standing beside her. “Thank you for protecting me from deaites and tree branches.”

Melissa laughs intertwining your fingers pulling you back to the bedroom.

“I think we have to put a no scary movies in the dark rule in place.”

“Deal. Big time deal.”

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

hiii, can i place a request?

I wanted one where the reader and Melissa are teachers. The reader is pregnant and Melissa becomes overprotective

Thanks 💕

Hiii to you too! I hope this is what you were looking for (but apologies if it reads a little off - kids/pregnancy isn't something I generally write, but I tried!)

~*~

“I’ll get that!” says Melissa as you start to head towards the fridge to grab your lunch.  “You sit.  I’ll heat it up.  And what about tea?  I made sure there was decaff?”

You force a smile as you halt in your step.  She’s trying to be helpful, you tell yourself.  Just like she was being helpful this morning making you fresh juice and making sure you took your vitamins.  “Tea would be great,” you grit out, turning to take your usual seat at the table with Barb, the red head’s currently empty as she becomes a human tornado in the small kitchen area of the break room.

Barb offers you a supportive smile.  She’s tried to politely tell Melissa that you didn’t become an invalid the day you got a positive pregnancy test.  That you are in fact able to carry your own bag and that your feet are indeed still functional and you are allowed to stand on them.  So far her gentle attempts at intervention on your behalf have fallen on deaf ears. 

You’re barely allowed to brush your own teeth these days. 

It’s sweet.  It’s thoughtful.  It’s the kindest thing anyone has ever done for you.  It’s driving you insane.

You force a smile once more as Melissa returns to your table, setting out your lunch in front of you, napkin and cutlery included with your tea next to it in your favourite mug.  She’s trying so hard and you don’t want to hurt her by telling her to stop.  How can you crush that beautiful, pleased little smile being aimed at you?

“Thanks, ‘Lissa,” you say, your own smile becoming more natural in the face of her own.  “But remember about your lunch.”

She waves you off.  “Yours is more important.  I’ll get mine in a minute.”

You raise an eyebrow at her.  “No, yours is just as important.  And I won’t eat until you have yours.”

There’s a hesitation, a sigh and a dramatic rolling of eyes before Melissa stomps off to collect her own lunch.  “Better?”

“Much,” you smile.  You want to take care of her too, but over the last few weeks the best you’ve been able to manage is gentle blackmail.  Any attempts to physically do something for her has the red head in a near panic attack as she tries to make you stop and sit down.  Ideally with your feet up. 

*

You smile as you hang up the last of the afternoon’s paintings to dry.  It’ll never cease to amaze you the range of pictures your kids are able to create from a single subject.  Today you had been talking about animals and pets.  In asking them to paint their favourite animal you had everything from a T-Rex to a valid attempt at baby Grogu with the usual sprinkling of cats and dogs and hamsters thrown in. 

You’re just about to start clearing up when Melissa finds you, her greeting immediately falling away in favour of telling you to leave it and that she’ll sort out the mess.

“Melissa!” you hiss as she tries to take the tubes of paint from your hands.

She stops, frowning at you, hurt in her eyes.

You sigh, putting the paints down before reaching for her hands.  “I’m fine, okay?  Nothing bad is going to happen because I picked up some paints, or I bent down.”  You can see she wants to say something, but you gently squeeze her hands, silently asking her to listen.  “I love that you want to look after me, but I don’t want you running yourself into the ground.” 

Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to her lips, leaving your foreheads resting together.  “I’m gonna need you when I’m as big as a house and can’t see my own feet so I can’t have you exhausting yourself now.”

You can practically feel the heat radiating off her cheeks.  “I just don’t want anything to happen to you.  To either of you,” she mumbles.

You smile.  A real smile.  “It won’t.  Or at least, not because I collected by own craft supplies or made you a cup of coffee and stole a sip.”

She pulls back at your last admission, fully ready to scold you.  Instead, you lean in and kiss her again. 

“We’re a team here, Melissa,” you say softly as you pull back.  “Don’t make me feel like the useless kid who’s been benched for the season.”

A smirk tugs at her lips.  “That your attempt at a sports analogy?”

“I think I did pretty good,” you chuckle.  “But I’m serious.  I don’t want to sit around like some pampered princess.  Let me do what I can while I can.  I promise I won’t go and do anything crazy, but I can carry my own handbag.”

You watch as the red head raises an eyebrow.  “With the weight you have in that thing?”

“I’ll be carrying an even bigger bag around when the baby gets here, consider it training,” you argue.

“I’m not gonna win here, am I?” she huffs, pouting adorably.

“Afraid not beautiful,” you smile.  “But just think.  This is the easy part.  Just wait until I get cravings for pickles and ice cream.”

Melissa shudders at the thought.  “Your cravings are going to make me question everything I know and love about food, aren’t they?”

“As long as they don’t make you question everything you know and love about me?” you chuckle.

“Never,” she answers without hesitation and with no small amount of conviction.

*

That night in bed you feel Melissa’s hand sneak under your pyjama top, splaying out across your stomach.  She’s always been tactile, especially at home, but this is a new habit.  You don’t have to be a genius to figure out why.

“You know you’re not going to feel anything for a while yet, right?” you ask softly in the darkness.

“Yeah, I know,” she replies, her voice muffled where she nuzzles into your shoulder.  “I’m just, you know, getting my arm in.”

You press a kiss to the top of her head, smiling in the dark.  “I love you.”

“I love the two of you too.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

I want to do this before I forget!

2023 was a big year of wins for me, and of course, my Jack Harlow family was beside me through every single aspect of it. Thank you to the ones who continually support me with every reblog, like, and comment and never switched up on me. I am grateful for every single one of you, and I do not take it lightly. I started writing more consistently and posting on here for an outlet to deal with my mother passing, but I never thought I would gain lifelong friends in the process.

Yall cheered me on when I graduated in May

Listened to my vacation stories when I went on my cruise, North Carolina, for a wedding, and of course, the most recent one being Louisville when I met our beloved Urby baby!

And listened to my crazy nurse stories lol

@a-moment-captured Melissa, my bestie, my MiMi 🥹

What is understood doesn't need to be said. I can literally call you at any time during the day or night and know that you will answer. Thank you for always being there for me and your endless love and support. I will continue to push you to be your best self and I know that you'll do the same for me. I think of Coit as my own and thank you for sharing and helping me to understand autism better so that I can be of help to my autistic pediatric patients. Big things are in store for us in 2024!

Hot Chips and Bad Decisions

@hoodharlow and @nattinatalia 😘🥰

I can't even tell yall how much I love yall asses lmaooo

The two people that I literally cannot go a day without talking to. Thank you for always being a listening ear and making me laugh. The two of you know that I will be here for you both until the wheels fall off no matter what. Our group chat is lit, and I already know that it's only going to get better in 2024 lmaooo

@harlowsbby 😘💕

My muthafuckin treacherous twinnnnnnnn

I love you bad, but you already knew that. I love that you feel comfortable enough to come to me and ask for advice about what is going on in your life and I will never shy away from helping to try to get you to make the best decision. You already know since we talked about it to keep your head up and focus on yourself all of 2024, and I feel that it will be amazing for you. Remember, I am always in your corner and cheering you on.

@sinsandsuccubus my little sister Luna 🥹

My sister wife! I absolutely adore you and can always count on you to listen to me rant about absolutely anything. Forever proud of you for graduating this year with a degree in fucking engineering!! A black woman with an engineering degree? UNFUCKINGSTOPPABLE. You are doing the damn thing so you better keep going!

I adore each and every one of you and I pray that 2024 is a better mental health year for everyone and we get those goals accomplished! Remember that I am always here you for if you want to talk and my inbox is always open.

Happy 2024 🥹💕

Love, Muva 💋

[melissa-kenobi]

Trouble in Valentine

[Arthur Morgan x Reader]

Hola, I know it's been a while since I've posted any writing but here we are! A little but late but I've been so busy with work and little gremlins. Here we are a little something for Valentines although it was like 2 weeks ago, SORRY!! Special thanks to @pinkiemme for creating an amazing drawing of us in the RDR universe!!

Word Count:

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"Is this your idea of a day out Mister Morgan?" You yelled over the chaos of guns being reloaded, bullets being shot at you, and the sound of your horses letting out a loud whine. When he'd invited you to join him for a drink in Valentine, you already knew there was going to be some sort of trouble.

To be completely honest, you knew it was never going to be a normal day with Arthur. But to be fair, this time it was sorta your fault.

"Well, if you'd have let me know you were gonna start a brawl with the woman, then I'd have planned somethin' darlin'!" Arthur retorted, making a run as he slid next to you handing you some ammo to reload.

"Yeah well, 'm sure her husband didn't appreciate his wife tryin' ta bed another man!" You hissed back, annoyed that she had actually tried it on with Arthur in front of you. She had the whole thing going on, busty up top, the small slip-up making her breasts press up against Arthur. The way she toyed with her hair as she spoke with Arthur, and the lipstick. The print she'd left on his cheek was what had ticked you off. Not that you and Arthur were official per se, but he meant more to you than your family and that's sayin' a lot. "Was just tryna help. Gotta be loyal to those you're with."

"Didn't take you for the jealous type sweetheart!" Arthur grinned, as he watched you angrily reload your gun before shooting three men straight in the head, making Arthur's heart swell with adoration. You'd taken his lessons to heart and they'd been put to good use- well if you'd call starting a fight in Valentine good use. "Thought you'd enjoy all that shit."

"Am not. Just didn't like the way she was all up on you." You sniffed back at him, not making eye contact as you quickly scanned the room, looking for the nearest exit. Mumbling under your breath you said a few words Arthur couldn't hear but only managed to catch a few of them, making his eyes widen. "Don't like people touching what's mine is all..."

Arthur tried not to dwell on your words as the two of you needed to get out of the saloon and back to camp. Although with the way you were shooting, he was certain you'd be outta here in no time. The angry look on your face had Arthur making a mental note to not get on your bad side. He watched in awe as your hands quickly reloaded the bullets before slinging them up at the men, not even giving them a chance to reload themselves before you shot them clean in the head.

Too busy watching you, Arthur didn't notice the man creeping up behind him with a knife in his hand until the perpetrator let out a loud screech and had him in a tight grip.

"Arthur!" You screamed out, eyes focused on him as he struggled to remove himself. Now Arthur wasn't a small man by any means, compared to you, you looked like a dwarf standing next to him. But the man holding Arthur back was bigger than two Arthurs' put together. "Let him go. Or I swear you'll have this bullet in your head faster than you can say 'no'."

"What you gonna do missy?" The man teased, shoving his knife into Arthur's side. "Do ya even know how to shoot that? Need a man to help ya out?"

Growling, you gripped your weapon tighter, eyes locked onto Arthur. Arthur trusted you with his life. So when you gave him a small nod to stop struggling he did, without hesitation.

"N-

The moment you saw him give you that nod, he had handed his whole life to you on a platter, now what you did with it, was up to you.

Without a moment's hesitation, the larger man was stunned that Arthur had gone slack and that was your opening- shooting the gun straight at his head, taking him back by force as he screamed in pain, collapsing to the ground, cursing you out. Arthur quickly ran to your side, and stood behind you with a hand on your waist, balancing himself as he clutched his bleeding side.

"Is he-

"I think so." You slowly walked over to the guy, Arthur following you behind slowly, taking gentle steps. It was a funny sight to some, Arthur the big man stood behind the small woman- weapon ready in her hands. The man's hand holding the knife twitched in the corner of your eye but before he could throw the knife at Arthur, you shot him in the chest once more, ensuring his death.

"We gotta get outta here 'fore the law come down on us." Arthur mumbled as he tugged on your arm, heading out the back of the saloon and back to camp.

That's twice you'd saved Arthur's life.

***

Arthur sat in his tent, mind reeling at what had just happened.

He only wanted to take you out for a nice day, treat you to something sweet, and maybe pay for a room for the two of you. But he hadn't expected any of that to happen, not at all. After the two of you had left the saloon, you'd taken charge and ridden his horse back to camp. Arthur was forced to sit behind, holding onto you for support as you rode his mare. He knew she was more than happy to be ridden by you because she trusted you, just as she trusted Arthur.

Arthur recalled closing his eyes for a few seconds, taking in the peaceful chirps of the birds that flew around. His head drooped down, leaning on your back as he let sleep overtake him.

The next thing he knew, he woke up on his bed.

***

Not a single word was said as you rode back to camp. Arthur's hands held tightly onto your waist, as he tried to keep himself awake, but succumbed to sleep eventually. You felt his head lay on your back as he dozed off. Sighing gently, you adjusted yourself so he was more comfortable and slowed down the pace of the horse so it wouldn't wake him. Lord knows he barely got any sleep, so you let him sleep on you. Despite being annoyed with him, you still cared about him more than you'd care to admit.

After you'd reached the entrance of Horseshoe Overlook, you heard John calling out from guard duty. You called out letting him know it was just you and Arthur.

"Jesus Y/N. What'd you do to him?" John exclaimed as he helped you get Arthur back to his tent. "I thought he was taking you out for Valentines day?"

You blinked a few times, trying to process John's words. Arthur asked you to come out with him for a drink, to cool down after everything that had been going on- not to be his date for Valentines'. You didn't dwell too much on it, knowing Arthur was still hung up on Mary and most probably wasn't sweet on you. "Yeah well, we- I got into a fight. Arthur was injured tryin' to help me."

John watched you with curiosity, his eyes twinkling with something you couldn't pinpoint. "If you say so. Didn't think anyone would have knocked the old man out."

"Well, he's not as invincible as you all seem to think so. He gets injured too, he has to rest- Arthur ain't as-

"Woah, hold on missy, I didn't mean nothin' by it!" John quickly backtracked, eyes widened as he tried to apologise.

"Don't call me that." You hissed at him, making John's face curve into one of worry. Just what had happened that made you so defensive John wondered. "Sorry John, I don't mean t'be rude. 'm just tired."

"S'alright love. I know, you ain't-

"Y/N?" Arthur mumbled out, hands reaching for you around his. You quickly held his hands, making sure he was comfy before you slipped a hand on his forehead making sure he didn't have a temperature. Sighing in relief as he quickly dropped back to sleep and he wasn't warm, you bent down, swiping his blonde locks away and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before realising what you had just done. John quickly turned his head away, acting as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Not a word, else you'll find chopped up parts of your dick in your soup." You threatened John, a finger held up to his face.

"Yes ma'am." John replied submissively, avoiding eye contact with you. The two of you continued into camp until you heard Miss Grimshaws screeching over you bringing blood into her camp.

"Miss Grimshaw, Arthur needs your expertise. He was stabbed, I tied up the wound and tried my best. He ain't got a fever, he's just asleep." You quickly explained as Charles quickly took over from you and help Arthur onto the bed. Miss Grimshaw nodded in understanding before she gently took over and shooed everyone away.

"Thank you Miss L/N. He'll be alright. He's survived worse." Dutch added as he walked into the tent, seeing his son laid out on the bed. His son? More like a lap dog, never treating Arthur correctly but you couldn't do anything now, not while Arthur was still injured. Giving Dutch a small but forced smile you headed back to your tent, wanting to change out of your bloody clothes.

***

Hours later Arthur wakes to find himself in his bed, a letter by his side and your favourite flower in a small pot. He knew you loved flowers, any type you came across you'd blubber on about it and he loved to hear you go on about something you loved. Arthur had only recently found out you'd dragged little Jack into your slight obsession. The little boy didn't seem to mind, he enjoyed the attention and was frankly quite fascinated by it all.

Arthur ran his finger over the petals, watching as they responded to his touch. He thought you'd be here by his side as he woke up but you weren't. Arthur tried his best to not be upset that you weren't, perhaps Dutch had needed you for something. Now that Arthur had been off for a short while, he knew you were Dutch's best option.

So when he heard your voice cursing Dutch out he was shocked. "Damn you Dutch Van Der Linde! He needs to rest, not be sent out for another goddamn suicide mission!"

"And whose fault was it he got injured in the first place Miss L/N?" Dutch replied, eyes noticing Arthur sitting up in his cot. "My son! You're awake! I've got good news to share."

Arthur watched as your eyes widened at the sight of him. You gave him a forced smile before turning to Dutch and snatching the paper put his hands.

"Give it to me. I'll get the money." Arthur watched as you stormed away quietly mumbling some words to Marston, not even giving him a goodbye.

~~~

Arthur was bored to say the most, he never knew how boring his life was without you. He never really took the time to stop and think about how much the two of you actually did together. Now that you were separated, Arthur was at a loss of what he should do. The camp had several things that he could help with but, they wouldn't be the same if you weren't there. The tasks would feel menial, there'd be no one to crack jokes with, no-one to tease the way he did with you.

Arthur was beginning to realise how his every minute was spent with you and that he didn't know what to do if you weren't with him. He'd never actually been without you for a long time, he couldn't remember the last time he been in camp alone. It was probably back when he was still with Mary- you'd been avoiding him around that time and he was too infatuated with Mary to even notice.

Speaking of Mary, Miss Grimshaw had let Arthur know there was a letter for him. She'd been very clear and well mostly angry about it so there were no doubts about who it was from. Arthur took one look at his name written cursively at the top and instantly knew who it was from.

"Mary."

Arthur never had the chance to read the letter as his head instantly shot up at the sound of your name being called by Hosea. His eyes scanned the camp, looking around, trying to figure out if you'd made it back already. But knowing that you were pissed off for some reason, Arthur knew you weren't going to be coming back for a few days at the very least. In the corner of his eye, he spotted someone lurking around quietly grabbing his pistol he swung round, aiming straight at the perpetrators head, only to find it was Marston.

"Marston." Arthur sighed, putting his weapon down after John had jokingly raised his hands in surrender. "What are you doin', lurking around ma tent? Ain't you got nothing better to be doin'?"

"Was taking a piss, whassa matter with you? Can't a man piss in peace?" John retorted, pretending he was adjusting his trousers.

"Behind my fucking tent?" Arthur growled. John shrugged in response, not really all that bothered, just trying to slip away from Arthur's intimidating glare.

"Best spot there was around."

Arthur eyed John warily, not really sure whether he should believe him or not. But something else was already on his mind, you. You had whispered a few words to John before leaving and Arthur was now curious as to what you had said to him. "Marston."

"Arthur." John deadpanned.

"Did Miss L/N say anything t'you 'fore she left?" Arthur bluntly asked. He knew that would make John stumble over his words and hopefully spill the beans on what happened to make you so angry.

In an instant John's eyes widened as he took a step back, retreating from Arthur's questioning. "Nah, she was eager to get going didn't say much. Anyways I think I hear Abigail callin' me, catch ya later Arthur!" John scurried away but not before Arthur had tugged on his shirt, pulling him back to Arthur.

The men stood chest to chest, well nearly chest as Arthur growled at John, knowing his answer was bullshit. "Don't lie t'me boy."

"I swear!" John fumbled, eyes wide as he tried to pull himself away from Arthur resulting in Arthur gripping him tighter. "She only told me to keep an eye out for you!"

"Why would she do that?" Arthur hissed. "Cause she cares 'bout you for some reason!" John huffed as Arthur let him go, brows furrowed in confusion. "Don't ask why, I don't know what she sees in you. But she sure was angry when she saw that letter on your desk. Miss Grimshaw was ready to get rid of it but she pleaded with her kept for yer sake, dunno why, somethin' 'bout her being the 'love of yer life' I think..."

"John Marston!" Abigail's shrill voice swept through the camp and straight into John's ears as he winced. "Now that ain't none your business!!"

Now Arthur knew you were a force to be reckoned with but Abigail Marston was on a whole another level. As a mother to Jack, a woman who had been through a whole load of shit, you did not want to mess with her, Arthur knew that and so did John- but John just couldn't help himself sometimes, and this was one of them.

"Arthur, don't mind him, he don't know left from right- let alone anything about Y/N." Abigail swiftly recovered from John's big ass mouth spilling the beans. "Marston, get your ass over here, I need ya help." John gave Arthur a forced smile before trying to move closer to his wife.

"Say Abigail, you wouldn't know why Y/N ran off in such a hurry would ya?" Arthur asked, sighing gently as he took a seat on his bed, exhausted from this back and forth. He just wanted t'know why you'd left in such a hurry. He glanced at the small pot with your flower in it, his eyes lingering on it as if your presence were there with him.

Abigail watched Arthur with hooded eyes, her heart was concerned for her best friend but her mind was telling her to let Arthur know about your feelings for him. She was conflicted as she looked at the poor man, he'd been through enough, but so had you. You'd watched Arthur through his tryst with Mary, with Eliza and now yourself. Even if Arthur hadn't admitted his feelings for you, he was still playing with your feelings despite not knowing, and Abigail knew that hurt you more than you'd care to admit.

"She's on an errand for Dutch, but she'll be back in the 'noon." Abigail relented. "Arthur-

"Woah Uncle Arthur, that's a pretty flower!" Jack burst in with amazement, little curious eyes watching the flower. "I think it's a yah- yah-re-oo? Mama I don't remember the name!" Abigail's mouth remained closed as she watched her son continue observing it before explaing what the beautiful plant meant.

"But Auntie Y/N taught me that if you give this to someone it means you think they are brave, and that you've loved them for a very long time!" Jack finished off with a bright smile. "That means someone loves you very much Uncle Arthur! Who gave it to you?"

Arthur blinked back a few tears at the boys words, you loved him? Is that why you were so angry at the saloon? Because of that woman? Arthur's eyes glanced over to the letter next to the flower- or was it because you'd seen the letter from Mary?

"I-er-

"Jack let's get you to bed. I think Uncle Arthur needs to sort out a few things." Abigail quickly stepped in, taking her son into her arms. "A word to the wise Arthur, you need to make a decision. Y/N is a good woman, far better than what you deserve but she can't keep hanging onto some hope that you'll be hers one day."

"It's her or Mary." John spoke softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know who'd I pick if I were in your shoes. The one who's been there for all yer ups and downs."

***

Dear Arthur,

I know it's been a while but I do miss you ever so much. I know what we had before wa-

Arthur may be a bad man, but he wasn't silly. He knew he wasn't going to fall back at Mary's feet again. But he had to know, to confirm he was making the right choice by giving you his heart, by committing to you. He'd already had his heart broken by Mary and he knew he couldn't bare that from you.

He would stop dreaming up a fantasy 'bout Mary, he hadn't done so in a while. Not in a long time not since you came along.

He continued to skim-read the letter knowing deep down in his heart, it was always you. This, this was just closure for him, to get away from Mary, to leave that chapter of his life behind and begin one with you.

Hosea and Miss Grimshaw watched from afar as their adopted son scrunched up the letter and threw it into the camp fire, ultimately ending that chapter as he bid Mary solid goodbye.

***

"Jack?" Arthur called the boy hesitantly, not trying to garner anyone's attention but the young child. "C'mere a sec, I needa huge favour from ya."

"Of course Uncle Arthur! What do you need? Shall I get mama?" Jack asked happily as he skipped over to Arthur.

"NO!" Arthur immediately replied giving Jack a little scare as he stared at the older man in slight shock. "I mean No, I don't need ya mama, I just need you kiddo."

"Okay!" Jack skipped over to his uncle before sitting at his legs. "What do you need Uncle Arthur?"

"I-er-" Arthur stumbled over his words before blurting out what he really needed from the young child. "Can ya tell me about the flowers your Auntie told yer about?"

"Ooohh!! Was it Auntie Y/N who got you the pretty flower?" Jack let out a little gasp of surprise. "Does that mean she loves you? Do you love her?"

Arthur quickly shushed the little boy with a fond smile at the mention of you. "Yeah, I do Jack. More than I realised."

~ ~ ~

Trying to slip out of camp was always a challenge but Arthur had never been one to shy away from it. He quickly jumped onto his horse but not before Dutch called out from the tent, albeit very loudly "Go get her back son!"

Arthur shook his head in embarrassment as he made his way out of camp, the cheers of everyone egging him on to get his girl back and from Sean, to give her one hell of a Valentines present.

***

It was ironic, Arthur found you in Valentine where it had all started and where he would confess everything. He knocked on your door, before he heard your sweet voice call out to come in. He pushed the door open gently, before he saw you sat on the bed, cleaning your guns.

Lord above, you surely were a sight for sore eyes, Arthur couldn't believe he'd almost ruined a real chance at a relationship with you.

"Happy Valentines Day sweetheart..." Arthur shyly approached you, a pretty bouquet held in between his fingers as he bit his lip in anticipation. "I know it's late and it ain't much, after all that's happened, but it's t-

Before he could even finish, you'd dropped your guns, leapt into his arms, your arms wrapped around his neck as you tumbled onto the ground with him. Arthur broke the fall with his body as he held you tightly, the bouquet still intact in one hand.

"Darlin'! Wha' was that for?" Arthur grinned, his arms holding your hips above him. "Almost crushed m' gift for you!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run off. I was angry an-" Arthur watched as you took in a deep breath and shyly responded "I missed you..."

"I know sweethear', I didn't realise how much I needed you till you left. I'm sorry 'bout the letter, 'bout Mary, 'bout everything. I-i-" Arthur gulped, it was now or never.

"I love you darlin', think I always have, just didn't realise it till you left." Arthur smiled as he pushed a stray strand of hair away.

You admired the flowers he had carefully chosen. Yarrow for everlasting love, a red rose to express his love, and explicitly saying that he loves you and a while rose. The rarest of them all, and the most meaningful to you- Arthur had accepted that he was worthy of your sweet love for him and he would gladly open his heart for you.

"I-er had a little help from Jack with the flowers. The white rose was the hardest, but I had to have it in the bouquet." Arthur shyly rubbed the back of his head.

"I love it! And more importantly, I love you, always have done. No matter what, you'd always have me. I'd rather be in your life than outta it." You grinned, kissing his lips gently as Arthur responded happily.

"Your sure? Cos you're stuck with me for good now?" Arthur replied against your lips.

"Forever darlin'..."

"Want to extend our stay in Valentine?"

[Bonus]

Walking into the room Arthur had you blindfolded and made you wait while he quickly set up. "Honey, how long is this gonna take?"

"Keep ya knickers on, I'm almost done!" Arthur retorted, almost muffled before he told you to remove your blindfold. "Take it off darling."

Slowly stripping it off, your eyes widened in lust as you took the sight in before you. Arthur Morgan was naked on the bed with only a very large box of chocolates covering his dick. He had spread white and red roses around the bed and floor, and a scented candle lit in each corner of the room. He held a sign in his hands that read "Will you be mine forever?"

"So will you sweetheart?" Arthur asked rather hesitantly, even though he knew your answer.

"You don't have to ask Arthur. I'm yours forever long you'll have me." You smiled sweetly as you made your way over to him, opening the box and popping a chocolate into your mouth before kissing him and sharing the chocolate.

"I've always been yours darlin', long before I even knew it." Arthur grinned, tugging you closer but not before you placed a hand on his chest, stopping him with a cheeky grin and teasingly asked,

"Can I unwrap my present now?"

***

[lola-andheruniverse]

I really want to find a fic of the upcoming Caryl reunion in France, do you have any recs?

Hi, dear zehiiro! I do have a couple, but only a couple. With everything that happened these past year and half, lots of our caryl authors understandably lost their motivation to write. But the return of Melissa/Carol is a big boost, so I believe we will see an increase in fanfics in the next few months. For now, I hope you enjoy these one-shots, all posted on 9Lives Archive:

Daryl Does Paris, Than Does Carol by @coppermarigolds Summary: Twelve-plus years into the zombie apocalypse, a French religious cult goes to the trouble of kidnapping an American redneck and transporting him across the ocean for reasons logical only to them. Unfortunately for said cult, the redneck's girlfriend is a force of nature. Or: get in loser, we're going to blow up the Louvre. Published: January 11, 2023  

Exile by Lighteneverything Summary: The morning after Carol and Daryl reunite in France, they talk. Published: July 27, 2023

Home by fiialsxo Summary: It was then that he realized exactly where his home was. Published: October 09, 2023

Thanks for the ask! Please consider leaving a review to the author letting them know what you enjoyed on their stories. 💕

[bookshelf-dust]

Just wanted to let you know that your work is fucking awesome! I'm currently writing a Eddie x reader fic and wanted to include Gareth and stumbled upon your fics while I was looking for some kind of inspiration. And now I kinda fell in love with this curly haired guy due to your awesome fics! Thank you so much! 💕

Also, may I request something short and fluffy? I had some rough weeks and would die for some cute and funny comforting fic. Maybe reader had some bad grades and her parents are terrorising her about that and her best friend left her because "she was lame" and Gareth found her somewhere in the halls nearly crying because everything is too much and he tries to comfort her and make her laugh again?

Sending lots of love. 💕

good enough

gareth emerson x fem!reader

word count: 1,554

warnings: reader has fight with mother/fight with friend, loneliness, anxiety, one mention of being drunk, fluff, comfort

a/n: hi sweetheart!! i’m so happy that you enjoy my gareth stuff. thank you so much for reading them and for your request! i’m so very sorry that you’ve had a shitty couple of weeks, but i hope that maybe this will make you feel a little better! sending lots and lots of hugs your way. <333

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“So you just weren’t going to show us until I had to berate you about it? Huh?”

Your mother’s voice is shrill where she stands in front of you. Your father sits across from you at the dining room table, reading the notes your teacher left on your essay.

“I didn’t realize I had to show you every assignment I turn in.”

She exhales loudly and you refuse to look at her. “You do when you receive a grade like that! I thought you were good at this subject.”

Your knee starts to bounce.

You are good. You’re just struggling right now. With this particular instructor, with the class itself—it’s taking a lot out of you.

Not that she’d know that.

Not that she ever asks or would want to know how you actually feel.

Your mother turns to face her husband. “You haven’t got anything to say?”

Your dad takes his glasses off and looks up. “The notes say that there are strong points, but that there are things to be adjusted.”

He turns his head, making eye contact with you. “You can improve.”

He says it both as a fact and a question.

You nod, chewing on your nails.

He’s always been the softer of your parents, but your mother is always very quick to make everything about herself.

Well if you’re doing badly in school, then I must be a bad mother. What will others think if they find out you’re a failure?

“Did you try your best with this?” He asks you.

“I did,” you start. “This material has just been hard on me.”

He turns to face his wife now. “See? She’s trying, honey. You’ve got to give her a chance.”

“Well, she’s not trying hard enough. School was perfectly easy for me.”

That is the end of that, you decide. You can’t listen to her speak as if you’re not in the room anymore. You get up and leave for your bedroom.

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You sit on the edge of your bed, sinking in on yourself. You want to call Gareth. You know even the mere sound of his voice will help you feel better.

But he’s got Hellfire tonight. He’s not home. Although you contemplate calling anyhow, because if you do, his mother will answer, and she’s always been so sweet and open with you.

You decide against it, but you really need to talk to someone. Anyone. About anything.

You think you want to call Mel.

Melissa Thompson was your very best friend. She had been for the past couple of years, and you’d felt safe around her.

Though lately, she’d been coming up with excuses not to hang out with you. She had studying to do, she’d say. She had to babysit her little cousin.

And you had this feeling. This awful feeling that really it was that she didn’t like you anymore.

She was changing, ready to graduate and move on to bigger things. Ready to make new friends.

You were afraid of change.

But now, you find yourself fidgeting with a string on your quilt as the phone rings and even more aggressively when Melissa answers.

She audibly sighs when she realizes it’s you on the phone.

You wanted to talk, but that gives you a clear sign that she doesn’t want to, and suddenly you’re very frustrated with the fact that you’re seemingly not good enough for anyone.

“Let’s hurry this up then, huh, Mel?” You exclaim.

None of this felt fair. You were not a child and you didn’t appreciate being treated like one.

“Have I done something wrong?” You ask.

When Melissa responds, you can hear what you think is a smile in her voice.

“I’m sorry. You’re just…you’re lame, Y/N.” Your breath hitches. “When’s the last time you came out with me?”

All she ever wanted to do anymore was find a party so she could get drunk and fit in.

“When’s the last time we went shopping?”

All she ever wants is to wear something to impress a boy.

“You just sit around, or you go watch that boy practice for his band. You have no life. And frankly, I don’t really want you in mine anymore.”

You don’t have it in you to fire something back, but you don’t want to leave it like this.

“Well you know what, Mel? Not everyone spends their time trying to please other people or be normal. So fuck you, then.”

You hang up, and bury yourself in your bedding, letting the tears come as they please.

You want Gareth.

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When you wake the next morning, the feelings from the previous night follow you into the kitchen, where your mother doesn’t speak to you.

And then on the way to school. During school, when you speak with your teacher and come away feeling like a failure because apparently, you hadn’t looked closely enough. Hadn’t analyzed well enough.

They follow you to lunch too, though that’s where you lose it.

You see Melissa in the courtyard and everything comes crashing down. Every feeling from last night and this morning bears down on you.

It feels like you’re surrounded, like the reminders of your wrongdoings are everywhere, and you pack up your things and rush inside.

You’re pacing back and forth at the end of the hallway, somewhere you think you can be alone since everyone else is doing who-the-fuck-knows-what on their lunch break.

Gareth leaves the cafeteria to head for the vending machines, which, rather than be in the lunchroom, are in a separate location a little ways away.

Exactly near where you’re fighting a breakdown.

He spots you, and picks up the pace. He hasn’t seen you in days.

“You thinkin’ Skittles or Starburst today?” He inquires, assuming your contemplating a snack.

Gareth’s voice makes you jump, and he catches it. You turn around, and he looks you over, seeing how glassy your eyes are.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You soften at his presence.

“It’s nothing,” you tell him.

“Hey, no. We aren’t doing that.” He puts his hands on your shoulders and they’re warm.

Your eyes well up further at his words, the fact that he wants to listen, that you know he’ll be there for you, and then they’re clouding your vision so much that you can’t see him anymore.

They spill over.

Gareth takes you into his arms, wrapping them around your shoulders. He’s never seen you like this. He never wants to see it again.

“You know you can talk to me. I know you know that.”

He rubs your back up and down and up and down. You bury your face in his neck. He smells like syrup—you bet he made pancakes for his sisters this morning—and this soft cologne that he wears and very faintly of cigarettes.

Eventually you pull back, and before you can wipe your face, Gareth does it for you.

You take a deep breath.

“My mom got pissed at me last night because I didn’t do well on Click’s essay and she chalked it up to being because I’m not trying hard enough. Because school was easy for her and basically that means I’m a fucking dumbass, right?”

“And then I wanted to call you but you had Hellfire, so I called Melissa, though you know how she’s been,” you stop for a second, your voice breaking, and then you continue. “And she said I was lame, that she didn’t want me around anymore.”

“So I’m just overwhelmed and I feel like Im not good enough for anyone anymore. And I wanted you so bad last night but you were busy and then when you weren’t busy I didn’t want to burden you with my feelings either.”

When you’ve finished, Gareth rubs his hands up and down your arms. He seems to do that when he knows your upset, the rubbing.

“Your mom’s being an ass about the essay,” he says. “School’s not the same for everyone and I’m sorry that she said that. But you are not a dumbass, you hear me? I know how hard you try. I see it.”

You look away from him and he presses his first two fingers gently against your cheek, turning your face back to him.

“And I never liked Melissa anyways. She’s an asshole for not seeing how good of a friend you are and how lucky she was to have you in her life. And you’re totally not lame. You’re a badass.”

That makes you smile. Just enough that Gareth does too.

“Also I don’t ever want to hear you say you don’t want to burden me with your feelings ever again. You literally couldn’t.”

You nod repeatedly, as if assuring yourself, and then look into his eyes.

“I just want you to know that you’re good enough for me. You always have been,” he tells you.

You grin at him, albeit a little sadly. You’re feeling over the moon for him. He thinks you look sweet.

“Come sit with me?”

“Sure.”

Gareth presses a kiss to your forehead like it’s something he does everyday, and then he’s taking your hand, leading you towards his friends.

And you feel like it’s going to be okay.

You know it will. And he’ll make sure of it.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[pinkthrone445]

Hii, can you make a part 4 of “the most wonderful time of the year?” describing the scene where Theo calls Mel mom for the first time? And also describing the scene where Mel and the reader decided to have another kid? Thank you

-The most wonderful time of the year?- Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: FLUFFFFF, big big flufff

Warnings : (+18) none I think.

Summary:On the morning of your wedding, Melissa takes it upon herself to remind you that it would never be an ordinary life if you are together.

AN: The truth is that when I wrote the first part, I never thought it would have so much support. Thanks for the comments and all the love. I tried to take advantage of as much as I could this week to write and post at least 3 times and I succeeded! Don't forget to reblog or comment, it really gives me great joy to read your reactions. Remember that requets are open and my dms too, to talk or ask anything. I hope you enjoy this lovely noniii💕

It finally arrived, your wedding day was today, it was early and there were still a few hours to go to the hotel to get dressed and put on your makeup. Mel slept soundly next to you with her arms gripping your waist, her breathing was calm against your neck, and some soft snoring escaped her. You didn't understand how she was so calm and slept all night long when you could barely close your eyes.

-"You're thinking so loud hon..."-Mel murmured hoarsely against your neck and kissed your shoulder and you sighed-"Are you feeling good amore? Theo and Sky are still sleeping, don't you want to take the opportunity to rest some more before the wedding?"-Your future wife whispered and you turned to be face to face with her and hid in her chest

-"I can't sleep... I don't know why, I want to do this but at the same time I'm scared and I don't know what... It's not about getting married, because I want this and because I love you so much, but I'm afraid of failing as a mother or as a wife... It all feels so real now, I feel like I'll have everything I want... And I'm afraid that by having everything, one day it will become monotonous and you'll get bored of this life or of me"-You whispered, still hidden in her chest, and she kissed your forehead, caressing your back gently

-"Baby... With how crazy our kids are and all the things going on in our lives, it will never get monotonous, and if it does, it will be the most beautiful monotonous life that can exist, I won't get bored of you, it will only be a reason to love you more. Even if I know every answer to the things you're going to say, even if I know what you're thinking for how much I know you, I'll never leave you, I can't leave you again, I've already made that mistake once, it won't happen again"-Mel kissed your forehead again and got out of bed, leaving you speechless at the sight of her naked body. Almost drooling you followed her with your eyes and you saw how from the closet she took out a white box and handed it to you smiling

-"What is this?"-You carefully let Mel sit on the bed with her back on the backrest and you sat between her legs resting your back on his chest. Once comfortable, you rested the box on your lap feeling Mel hug your waist

-"It's a journey into our history, I was going to give it to you after the wedding, but I feel like this is a good time to watch it, I feel like you need it"-The redhead whispered as she watched as you opened the silk bow it was tying to the box, and pulled out a beautiful, decorated photo album. Carefully you caressed the lid, it was soft and delicate, when you opened it you smiled when you saw the first photo, it was the first photo you had where you and Mel were together.

Melissa had given a little lecture at a university, she gave a talk to future teachers, to motivate them or something. You were on the same campus studying for medical school, you had just started it, but you had already learned more about where the speakeasies were on campus than you had about medical school.

At night, it was common to see you in bars playing a game of drinks or darts for money, you were good and earning that money helped you not to get into debt with your career.

No one could beat you, until you met your nemesis, a stunning redhead who loved gambling almost as much as you loved making money, a redhead twice your age, a redhead named Melissa Schemmenti. Current profession, primary school teacher, in the future, you knew I would be your wife.

After several rounds competing against each other and drawing each time in every game. You decided to play on the same team. That night you won twice as much money as the other nights, but at the end of the competition, Mel gave you the money she had earned, saying that you needed it more, but she would give it to you if you stayed for a beer with her. That night you talked until the sun came up, there was something about her accent, her beautiful body and her crazy stories with her family that had you dumb listening to every single thing she said.

When it was time for the bar to close, the redhead escorted you to your dorm room where one of your classmates was waiting for you.

-"I was about to go see if you hadn't fallen asleep at the bar, but I see it was because you still had company"-Your roommate spoke smiling and wiggling his eyebrows implied something and the two of you just laughed-"She's the redhead you were playing with all night, I have an amazing picture of you two"-Your roomie handed you the photo, where all your friends were in the background cheering on the two of you who had your best competitive face on as you threw pinpong balls into the opposing team's cup. Your friend loved taking photos in his spare time and had captured a beautiful moment.

To think that would be the first of many photos and moments with Mel.

You kept scrolling through the album watching a selfie from when you and Mel officially became girlfriends.

After several visits to the campus to see you, which no longer involved Mel lecturing, you two went for a walk together until you reached a delicate, secluded corner of the campus, where there was green grass that seemed to have not been trodden in years. The redhead put on a delicate blanket and set the basket on top of it, pulling out a delicious lasagna she had made. Mel had heard a thousand times how you complained about not eating well at campus and every time she could she brought you food that she had prepared, it was her way of saying she cared about you without actually saying it.

You and Mel caught up by telling each other everything that had happened in the time you hadn't seen each other, the exams had left you exhausted and you just needed to be with her talking about any nonsense and listening to her beautiful and deep voice. Mel looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world even though you were smeared with sauce and talking with your mouth full.

Mel was determined to ask you to be her girlfriend, she was not a woman of doubts and knew very well what she wanted, but she was human and had her fears. Melissa was aware of the age difference between you, she didn't know if what you had so far was a fun adventure for you, being with someone older than you was something that gave you an important reputation in college.

As you spoke, you noticed the way Mel stared at you, and you blushed at feeling so watched

-"What's going on? Why do you look at me like that? Do I have something on my face?"-You asked nervously and Melissa shook her head laughing

-"No no... Well yes, your face is dirty with sauce, but I'm looking at you because I missed you so much and you look beautiful..."-The redhead replied and you blushed-"You know, I was thinking that now that you've finished your exams, if maybe you wanted to go on vacation with me to see my family... To introduce you as my girlfriend...?"-In the last part of her question, Mel lost a bit of confidence and her voice came out weaker than she would have liked. You stared at her and couldn't believe what she was asking for

-"It's a joke, isn't it? - You asked seriously, leaving the lasagna aside

-"No, it's true, I want you to go with me and be my girlfriend, well, if you want to, I won't force you to do anything, if you don't want we can continue as we are, I'll keep visiting you from time to time..."-The redhead started to deviate from the main topic due to nerves, but she couldn't continue talking as you pounced on top of her, making her back against the blanket and you on top of her kissing her with great joy. When you ran out of air, you sat on her hip admiring how all her lipstick was scattered across her face and she had a silly smile on her face

-"I would love to go with you and be introduced to your family as your girlfriend"-You murmured, smiling, before the redhead brought you back close to her to continue kissing you.

After a long make-out session, you took out your camera to commemorate the moment by taking a photo where the two of you were a little disheveled and with your faces full of lipstick but with a smile from ear to ear. Mel hugged you tight and kissed your cheek as you took the photo.

There were more pictures in the album, of when you visited her family, when you put together the tree. The first holidays together and many others commemorating life events. Until you came across a photo where the two of you were on the floor of an empty house, the first house you rented together

You and Mel had been dating for 2 years, as soon as you finished medical school, the two of you decided to move in together. You'd gotten a job at a hospital in Philly, so the two of you decided to look for a house that was halfway between your job and hers.

The two of you managed to rent a small apartment, it wasn't very luxurious, but it was yours and it was all that mattered. It would be the first time you would live together and that excited you. But it was also scary, it's one thing to go out with someone and another to live together spending and sharing almost every day all day. The things that annoy you about someone grew bigger when you share the same house.

As soon as the two of you arrived at the house, before the moving truck arrived, you took a picture of the empty living room with you two sitting on the floor to make a comparison of before and after that you arranged everything. After that, you went through the whole house to see the place and imagine where you will arrange everything. When you got to the kitchen, the only thing there was was a freezer, an oven and a very large cabinet with a sink, Melissa looked at you with a very mischievous smile that you already knew. The redhead hugged you by the waist making you walk backwards and press you against the counter while still smiling

-"Can you imagine the beautiful mornings making breakfast together? Or the times we'll have sex against this kitchen counter?... We could start now by premiering this piece of furniture before the moving truck arrives, I bet I can get you there at least twice before they hit the door"-Melissa smiled arrogantly kissing your neck and you laughed

-"Don't want it to bet 3 times?"-You answered, and she lifted you up, making you sit on the kitchen cabinet

-"I love a challenge"-The redhead responded by kissing you urgently

You laughed remembering that morning and how Melissa won the bet.

Many more photos appeared, Christmas dinners together with family, movie nights, dates, visits to school to see Mel, adventures, vacations and much more. But you were surprised to see pictures of when you had been doing the pregnancy treatment for the first time to have Theo, some ultrasounds, also some pictures pregnant and some of Theo newborn and others of baby Theo and you.

-"Where did you get these?"-You whispered looking at the photos and remembering how hard the treatment was but it was worth it when you felt his heart beat for the first time.

-"Your sisters helped me put together pictures from when we had separated"-she responded kissing your shoulder and you smiled-"I'm sorry I missed such important things"-Mel confessed

-"Don't apologize for that, I walked away too, it's also my fault. And the important thing is that now we're together... Besides, if my sisters helped you with this, it means that you are officially forgiven"-You joked and continued looking at the photos, you smiled tenderly when you saw a photo of Theo with his first tooth and another where you tried to cut his hair and it was a mess.

After a couple more photos, Mel reappeared in the album, a photo from when she first babysat him and the two took a picture together painting, in the next page a picture of Theo's birthday with his new puppy "grumpy" and another one of the first date the 3 of you had

Mel had chosen a fancy restaurant in which he had made an important reservation, but it was not a place where a child could be entertained much. The redhead knew a lot about babysitting because she was a teacher, but she knew little about what children wanted outside of being at home or at school.

As soon as the three of you sat down at the table, you couldn't find a common meal for a child, everything was extravagant, weird and exotic, besides, you had dressed your son very fancy, and the clothes were making him uncomfortable. Just by looking at her face you could tell that Theo was sad and uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything because he didn't want to ruin the moment and he didn't want the redhead to get mad at him. You didn't want to say anything either because you knew how much Mel had spent on the reservation.

Apparently, Mel had gotten used to being with your son and was almost as good as you at understanding when something didn't like or made him uncomfortable. The redhead grabbed your hand and your son's hand on the table making you look at her, your son's eyes were watery but he kept his eyes on her

-"What do you say if we go somewhere else and eat some hamburgers? A place that has a playground and where Theo doesn't need these luxurious, uncomfortable clothes...-Mel smiled looking at your son and his eyes lit up with excitement, Theo turned to look at you almost jumping in his chair from excitement

-"Can we mommy? Pleaseeee?"-Your little one clasped his little hands begging and you laughed

-"Let's go baby"-You got up, taking his and Melissa's hand to go to the car. Your heart almost melts when you see that Mel had a small bag in the car that had your son's name on it, which had comfortable clothes for him and some snacks he liked, plus headphones for when he was overstimulated. Your child changed in the car and after arriving at the place and eating his food, he went to the playground while you watched him. No doubt you and Melissa stood out in that place with your elegant clothes, but the important thing was that your son was comfortable and happy. Carefully you rested your head on the redhead's shoulder and caressed her hand

-"Thank you for this... I know you had paid a lot for the reservation and that it's also a hard place to get"-You whispered and mel brought your hand to her lips to give you a kiss on your palm

-"That little one is as important to me as it is to you... Besides, it's priceless to see you and Theo smear your faces with condiments"-The redhead joked and you laughed hiding more in her neck, Later that night Theo had fallen asleep in Mel's arms after having played so much and you took the opportunity to take a picture of the two of them.

As you continued to look at the photos you laughed where you saw one of Mel with her red and swollen eyes hugging your son who had a scared face

It had been a few months since the three of you had been living together. That day Mel had to take Theo to school alone because you had surgery very early and you couldn't accompany them before going to work. Before you left home, you left a note for the two of them telling them to have a good morning and to call you for anything. And that you loved them so much.

Mel sent you a message saying that they had made it to school well and that they loved you very much.

When your long surgery was over and you read the message, you couldn't help but smile when you saw how comfortable your son was with her that it hadn't cost him anything to go to school without you. While reading the message, you were surprised to receive a call from the redhead, without hesitation you answered it. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you heard your girlfriend crying on the other side

-"Mel, Mel, breathe my love, what happened?"-You asked as you changed your clothes and put your cell phone on speakerphone

-"Nothing bad happened but I need you to come to school if your shift is over, Theo called me mom and I need to see you, please"-The redhead said between sobs, unable to speak well, unable to completely change out of your hospital clothes, you quickly got out to your car and you drove to school.

When you arrived you walked into the teacher's room where your girlfriend and your son were on the couch hugging and crying, Mel was crying with a big smile on his face and your son was crying with a scared face. Seeing you, the two of them shouted your name

-"Hon? You're here!"-Mel spoke excitedly

-"Mama!"-Your son looked at you scared-"I think I boke mom Lisa, my nose stated bleeding, and I went to hel classloom to ask fo help. Since you told me that at school I have to call hel Miss Lissa, I said Miss Mom can you help me?' and she stated caying, I don't know why, I swea I didn't do anything"-Your son told you quickly almost to the point of crying and you laughed and went over to the two of them to hug them

-"Mom Lisa is happy you told her mama, that's why she cries, not out of sadness, out of happiness baby. You surprised her with something cute, like when you cried because Mom Lisa gave you your puppy, she's happy because you made her happy" - You smiled explaining to your son and kissing his forehead. Theo took Melissa's face in his little hands and stared at her, the redhead smiled at him with teary eyes. Without them noticing, you took a picture of them.

-"Did it really make you happy? Do you like me to call you mom?"-Your little one asked really worried about your girlfriend. The redhead smiled and hugged him tightly, showering him with kisses

-"I love you to call me mom, you make me the happiest woman in the world. I love you my son"-The redhead whispered, smiling

-"I love you my mom, I love you both"-Your son whispered and hugged you both

You saw how the redhead's eyes moistened as she remembered the moment and you gave her a little kiss and then continue going through the album. There were many pictures of your son, in his first play, when he moved on to the next grade in school, on his birthdays, when he lost his first tooth, and many more.

One photo stood out from the crowd

One night you and Mel had decided to go camping with your son, that night you had made a campfire and roasted marshmallows, the redhead made up a thousand stories that your son listened to excitedly, looking at her like she's his whole world, until sleep overcame him and he fell asleep in your arms. Mel was dumb looking at you together, especially as your son snuggled over you.

-"(Y/N)?" - Mel caught your eye and you looked at her-"I want to have more kids with you..."-The redhead's confession surprised you - "I've been dreaming for weeks and months about our family, how it grows and how it becomes strong, and I imagine us with a huge happy family, full with joy and many more children, not just Theo... Could we do it? Have more children? Adopt or whatever you want..."-The redhead began to babble nervously, and you laughed tenderly

-"I would love to, we could do insemination so you can see what it's like to be pregnant, feel how it moves and all that... And later we could adopt"-You proposed, and the redhead nodded very excitedly

After that followed photos of the treatment, of your weird cravings, of Theo hugging your belly, of the ultrasounds and much more, until you got to the photo of when Sky was born

It had been a long labor, you started with contractions early in the morning and you decided to tell your family so they could have Theo while you were in the operating room, after several hours of squeezing your girlfriend's hand until you almost broke her fingers, your daughter arrived. A small bundle of joy with a bit of red hair on the top of her head and big green eyes that they barely opened.

After she was cleaned and dressed, Mel held her for a while crying and smiling and then carefully handed it over to you to go find Theo.

Your son came into the room very excited to see you again, you looked tired but you still hugged him carefully while with the other hand you held your daughter. Mel carefully sat Theo on the edge of the bed where he could get a better look at his little sister. Mel's mom captured the beautiful moment of the four of you together. Your daughter barely opened her eyes and smiled at your son showing her pink toothless gums. Your son smiled half-crookedly and then made a disgusted face

-"Oh Moms, she is kinda ugly, she is all wrinkled and swollen and she has no teeth, I think they should have taken her out earlier, she wrinkled a lot like when I stay in the bath too long"-Your son whispered to you and Mel, trying not to be overheard by his little sister and making you laugh. They you proceeded to explain that it was wrinkled because where she had been in your stomach, she was swimming in water.

A couple more photos followed that one, your kids together. Mel asleep on the couch next to Theo and Sky. Mel all vomited for your daughter who laughed a lot because of the redhead's disgusted face. A picture of your kids filled with sugar that they stole while Mel was making cookies. The photo of when Mel proposed to you and then the next pages were blank.

-"As you see here, our life is anything but ordinary, we're never going to get bored, we'll always have stories to tell and we still have more than half a book to fill... Our love will only grow..."-Mel smiled and kissed you slowly, you sighed on her lips smiling until you felt the door of the room being gently knocked

-"Mooooms, Sky is hungry... And I'm hungry too"-Your toddler of 5 years, Theo, shouted from the other side of the door making you laugh on Melissa's lips. After putting some clothes on you and getting back into bed, you replied to your children

-"Come in kids"-Your son excitedly walked into the room with his sister in his arms and they climbed into bed with you two, you carefully took your daughter and put her on your chest to feed her while Theo snuggled into his mom Lisa. Mel pulled out her phone, smiling, to take a picture

-"Last photo with my girlfriend"-Melissa spoke and kissed your forehead hugging your children-"Next photo will be with my wife... I love you so much my perfect family"-The redhead whispered before taking the photo.

[malarkgirlypop]

Helloooo! How are ya doing?

I was just reading your newest chapter of the MEDIC! fic and now i'm wondering: how are things in the present?

I mean, Emily simply vanished to the past never to be seen again, what is happening with her friends? Colleagues, family? Someone would notice... idk, just got really really reaaaally curious about it xD

I hope you're having a wonderful time! Thanks for writing so many good stuff, you are lovely and i absolutely adore ur story! 💕💕💕💕

Hello!

Thank you so much for all your support and love, it really means the world to me! I am always so happy when I see you have commented on my post! You are so sweet and kind, it really makes my day to hear from you!

So about Emily I have actually done a little bit of a backstory on her, it might help?

Was born in Boston Massachusetts to her Mother Melissa Lane, her father was not in the picture. Raised in a loving home with her Mother and Grandmother Kimberly (Nanny Kim). Had a good childhood when she was little. Had friends and was surrounded by love. When she was 14 her Mother was diagnosed with stage two breast cancer. Melissa went through all of the treatment and the outcome was looking good, until she had another biopsy. The doctors found the cancer had actually metastasised and had spread throughout her body, she was only given a few more years to live. When she was 16 her Nanny Kim passed away. Her mother seemed to be doing fine, Emily had hope she would pull through. Unfortunately her mother started going downhill in her health as expected and died just after Emily graduated high-school. Emily after loosing both of her only family members, started to push everyone away. She isolated herself and in doing this lost all of her support system. She was lost but knew she needed to earn money, she was always so grateful for the nurses who cared for her mother, so she applied to university to sit her Bachelor of nursing. It was hard, and she still was alone, but she persisted. She was in her final semester when the story begins.

So like she had thought in the chapter when she was comforting Babe (part 10, I think), she had worried no one would notice that she had disappeared. I guess we don't know how the present is until she goes back, if she goes back that is.

She is an empathetic person, who would've had many friends if she had been able to handle her mother's death. Unfortunately she shut down, she didn't want to make connections again because she was scared she would loose them, like she lost her mother. She thought it best to not love, rather than love and get hurt. But I think she has realised that she missed having those connections with people and has really found a new family within Easy company.

I hope this helps, we are a bit far from the ending but I have it planned, don't you worry! But for now we will just have to guess.

[ladystarksneedle]

Tell me what you're working on right now and if it excites you/what's super exciting about it.

Hi! I'm not really that consistent at the moment but I'm working on chapter 3 of A fall from grace.

This is the first long series that I've planned out with an oc (Melissa Hightower) and it's sort of a crack fic (kind of mean girls coded) till it's not. It's equal parts humorous and angsty in my head so I hope it translates on to text. So far I've planned out 3 more chapters totalling ten in all and that's been quite a challenge to write since I've only written shorter stuff till now but it's fun and I'm going with the flow, writing whenever and whatever comes to my head.

Thank you so much for asking 💕