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Before the wedding
Pt2 of why did you invite me?
Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x reader
Warning: hints of infidelity, yelling, cussing, unedited, hurt comfort
Let me know if I left anything out
Melissa sat with her boyfriend Joe across the room a beer in hand as her other rested on his arm while he laughed with his friends. My best friend Liam sat me on his lap to whisper in my ear “you like her don’t you?” I rolled my eyes “maybe” I grumbled.
“But she’s not gay” I turned to face him “did you ask her?” He spoke cockily “no” Liam raised an eyebrow “so how do you know?” He argued playfully as his arms tightened around me. “She has a boyfriend” I rested my head on his shoulder “that doesn’t mean anything, look at you boyfriends, girlfriends literally anything that moves at this point”.
“She’s older than me Liam and remember she has a boyfriend. Maybe she doesn’t want to explore” I hissed, we were in college she was in her last year while Liam and I were only in our first.
At some point we met in the bathroom she helped me fix my makeup after she smudged it somehow friends became more.
Present
I walked into the venue quietly as Anna held onto my dress I could spot Melissa’s family, Nonna hadn’t changed a bit. I smiled sadly everything else has changed though I thought to myself walking away only to bump into the bride to be herself.
“Y/n?” She asked almost confused but she couldn’t be could she? “M-melissa” I swallowed nervously she shouldn’t look this good. “Congratulations” I smiled.
She shook her head “you look beautiful” Anna tugged at my dress as she hid behind me “thank you” Melissa whispered. “Mama” came the little whine “Mama?” The redhead asked confused but her eyes lit up “congrats mama” she chuckled sadly.
I pulled Anna up and placed her on my hip her hair matching Melissa’s “you got married?” She asked “no but you’re about too” I nodded to the french doors. Melissa shook her head again “what are you doing here?” She asked softly “you invited me in the middle of the night” silence..
“Oh I did?” Her eyes glanced down before at Anna “I didn’t disrupt anything did I?” I sighed softly “Mel it’s just me and Anna just as it has been the last almost eight years”.
“Eight years? But that would make her seven?” I could see the puzzle in her mind “she is isn’t she?” I glance down ignoring Anna’s confused face. “Tell me Y/n! Is she mine?” Anna flinched in my arms tugging closer “mama?” She asked “yes Melissa” I sighed.
“You’re getting married”
And not to me
“So hurry go” I chuckled although I could feel my heart drop to my stomach and slowly lose its beat “no” that shocked me. “No? Melissa you have to” she laughed “I don’t have to do Jack, I have a daughter that I never knew about!” She yelled.
Liam came and grabbed Anna from me who was beginning to cry, I tried not to run after her as she sobs for me. “You chose this Melissa!” I stepped away “I tried telling you but you were done! Your shit was packed and in the hall don’t tell me that suddenly things are the same!”
“I tried Melissa, I really tried everything for you”
“Everything has changed and you’re getting married, don’t change your plans just for me or my daughter-” “our daughter” she cut me off. “But you’re still getting married, you probably have your own kids now!”
“I don’t” Melissa stated clearing her throat “I only wanted them if I had them with you” she admitted “Mel” I sighed softly. “Don’t do this please” I begged “don’t you think we’re too old to be doing this?” I asked her “we’re not in college anymore hun, things really matter now and who matters most to me is that little girl out there currently crying”.
Melissa nodded “yeah, you’re right but can’t I just make things right?” She tried
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Hey so I was wondering if you could do a fic about a Melissa X daughter reader where we start working at the school and nobody catches on that we are Melissa’s daughter and the keep putting the pieces together until they finally get it. Maybe something like where Janine and Jacob go to Melissa’s house for cooking lessons and we are just like there and that’s how they find out. Or alternative idea where we are Melissa’s daughter and we start dating someone from Abbott like Ava or Janine and how that would play out. Sorry that’s a lot. Thanks
Relatively Related
written in the midst of the week before spring break and hoping that it isn't absolute trash :)
WC: ~2.5k
Growing up with Melissa Schemmenti for a mother, you saw what it was like being a teacher. You grew up hearing the horror stories that came with being a teacher in a center city school in Philadelphia, and you knew the horrors of growing up in a different part of Philly and going to that neighborhood school. While she didn’t much mind what you did with your life, she had always thought you would be a good teacher. And when you decided to go to college for education at West Chester University, she knew Abbott would take you in a heartbeat. It didn’t even matter that you were her daughter and she was quite the accredited teacher- West Chester’s name had enough to secure you a job anywhere in Philly that you wanted. You had vehemently denied working at her home away from home for quite some time, and yet here you were, with a bit of nudging from your mother, interviewing to become the new third grade teacher at Abbott Elementary.
“C’mon, hun,” she had sighed over dinner a few weeks ago. “I think if you would give it a shot, you would like it… I know Abbott ain’t no suburban school, but it’s a hell of a lot better than some of the places you’ve applied.”
“I just don’t want people thinking I got the job because you’re my mom,” you tell her truthfully through a mouthful of ziti.
“Y/N, if you wanted the job, I could get it for you without an interview.”
“Isn’t that essentially what would happen if I applied and checked off that I have family within the district?”you challenge as you raise a brow.
She rolls her eyes. “You act like they actually look at resumes. Please, they’ll take pretty much anyone who has a pulse and a certification… how you think I got stuck with Darlene as a part of my team?”
“I guess.”
“And besides, you have your father’s last name… how are they gonna know you’re my daughter if you don’t have my last name?”
You have to admit, she’s right. So you send in your resume. And two days later, you receive an email saying that they’d like to see you for an interview.
Your interview is practically a joke, and you’re offered a job on the spot. That night, Melissa and her work wife Barbara take you out for dinner.
“To Abbott’s newest member of the team,” Barbara makes a toast to you. “May it take you far in life.”
That was three years ago, and since then a lot has changed. A new principal has come in, there’s been a massive turnover in teachers, and you find yourself as a first grade teacher now. The only thing that hasn’t changed? The only one who knows you’re true identity at the school besides you and your mother is that Melissa Schemmenti is your mother.
This year, a few new teachers start: Jacob Hill as the eighth grade social studies teacher, and Janine Teagues as the other second grade teacher.
And as much as your mother loves to rip on new coworkers of yours, you find yourself quite drawn to both of them. Sure, they’re a little nosey and love to hear all of the new gossip and find all of the deep secrets that are hidden in the walls of this old bomb shelter turned elementary school, but you like them. They haven’t found you out, not that you or Melissa really care, but it’s quite nice to have that little bubble around the two of you.
They’ve come close though. Like the time that it came about that you share a name with Melissa’s daughter- who at this point they’re starting to believe doesn’t exist with the lack of pictures or stories.
“I’m telling you, I have a daughter,” Melissa rolls her eyes as she taps away at her phone. “I’m texting her right now.”
That is true- she is indeed texting you. Sure, she’s just texting you to tell you that you need to pick up lentils on the way home, but she isn’t lying to them.
“Show us.”
The redhead rolls her eyes, but she shows the two of them your conversation. “See? I’m just telling her she needs to pick up lentils if she wants me to make dinner tonight.”
Jacob’s brow raises as he catches the name at the top of the screen. “That’s odd… your daughter shares the same name with Y/N!”
“Well that would make sense,” your mother sighs, and you know she’s about to just out the two of you.
“It’s not like my name’s uncommon,” you jump in quietly. “I mean… really. Y/N. Not the most unique name in the world.”
Barbara raises a brow in your direction, and you give her a pleading look. “She’s right,” is all your mother’s work wife says.
That seems to stop the conversation for now, but the adrenaline rushing through your bones doesn’t quit until you safely pull into your driveway that day- lentils in hand.
“I’m home, Ma,” you call as you open the front door. Her head pokes out from the kitchen. “And yes I got the lentils.”
“Good,” is all she says before heading back into the kitchen. You follow in her direction and set them next to her before picking up the glass of wine she’s already poured for you and sipping on it.
“Aye,” she clicks her tongue. “No hello? No ‘how was your day?’”
“I saw your forty minutes ago,” you snort.
“An’ a lot coulda happened in forty minutes,” she replies. When you raise your brow at her, she sighs. “Okay, so in that forty minutes I drove home, changed into my lounge clothes, and started dinner… but I was also thinkin’-”
“That’s dangerous,” you quip. At the look she gives you, you raise your hands in surrender. You might be a grown woman, but Melissa Schemmenti was still your mother.
“I was thinkin’… you reacted kinda weird when I went to say that you were my daughter.”
You shrug. “I just don’t see why it’s anyone’s business but ours.”
“There’s gotta be more to it than that, hun,” she says as she stirs in the lentils.
“Jus’ don’t want anyone thinkin’ I’m some sorta nepo baby,” you sigh. “I got this job on my own, an’ I don’t need shit from the Abbott crew.”
“They ain’t gonna give you shit, ‘specially once they know you’re mine, and I know a guy,” she laughs,
“Little do they know, half the time, I’m your guy,” you tease her.
“Well, if that’s what it is, that’s fine. I won’t say nothin’.”
“Thanks Ma,” you smile as you kiss her cheek. “I got some grading to do, so if you have anything that needs graded, just put it next to my stack.”
As time goes on, the group starts to catch on a bit more… like:
The fact that you’re just as good a cook as your mother. You’re always bringing in new things in your Tupperware containers- that just so happen to match Melissa’s… because they came from the same house. You quickly cover that one up with a roll of your eyes and a, “So we both shop at Marshalls, the containers ain’t that special.”
Or when you manage to get pink eye from one of your kids, and Janine notices that you have the same emerald eyes as your mother. “Green eyes aren’t as rare as you think, Janine,” you huff as you grab your lunch from the fridge before leaving for the day.
There’s the instance where you’re getting fiercely protective of your students as one of the teachers from Addington makes their way over to flaunt the fact that they have more resources down the street, and you fold your arms over your chest and square up with the woman in true Schemmenti fashion. That time, Gregory takes notice, but he’s new at this point, and you just roll your eyes as you storm away down to your mother’s room to rant.
But no one ever really finds out. Not until…
“Kid, I’m having some people over for dinner tonight,” your mother tells you. “You joining?”
“Nah, I have some grading and prepping to get done tonight if I can,” you say. “But can you save me a bowl?”
“For a price,” she smirks.
“Hand me your spelling tests I know you’ve been stalling on grading,” you chuckle. She just points to her bag, and you go and pull them out before heading up to your room. “Have fun with your friends tonight. Love you, Ma.”
“Love you too, you little shit,” she calls back lovingly.
You’ve spent hours grading papers, and now you’re pouring over your lesson plans for the next week. You realize that you should probably do a craft that has to do with the upcoming holidays, and you find a few cute ones online. You know that you and your mother have a plethora of crafting supplies in the basement- you just don’t know what of. So, you start to make your way down the steps when you hear two very familiar voices: Jacob’s and Janine’s.
Knowing though that if you don’t go and look in the basement now, you never will and will just end up buying all new supplies and adding to the ridiculous amount of pipe cleaners and glitter glue you have stashed away.
You make your way through the kitchen. The three of them seem to be deep in a cooking lesson while also snacking on a few of the things your mother had already whipped up and don’t have a clue you’re walking through.
“You need any crafting supplies while I head down and see what we have?” you casually ask your mother as you pass.
You stop to watch as your two coworkers’ heads whip around in a near comical unison, mouths dropped in shock.
“Y/N?”
“Hey,” you give a half-committed wave.
“What are you doing here?” Janine asks.
You furrow a brow and fold your arms over your chest. “I live here?”
“You live with Melissa?” Jacob gasps.
“Yeah? She’s my mom?”
“She’s your-“ Janine points a finger at you before turning around and looking at Melissa. “You’re her-”
“I told you guys I had a daughter, that she wasn’t fake,” your mom smirks. “You believe me now?”
“How did we never know?!” Jacob admonishes.
“Well, for starters: I don’t have the Schemmenti last name. Secondly, who’s business is it to know who my mother is?” you quip. “You know how private the Schemmenti family can be.”
They both look beyond shocked. “Well, why don’t you join us?”
“I really do have to go check for pipe cleaners and paper plates, and I know how to cook,” you laugh. “But I’ll see y’all tomorrow.”
You head down the steps, and you hear your mother call, “The big jawns!”
“That’s what I figured, Ma!”
“What the hell?” Jacob whips around to your mother, and you laugh because you know she’s about to get grilled on the fact that you were indeed her ‘secret’ daughter.
You find what you need before heading back up the steps and for your room. “Have a good night y’all!”
The next morning, you’re sitting in the lounge sipping your coffee and sulking over the fact that you forgot your lunch on the counter this morning. Luckily for you, your mother brings it with her when she sees that you left it on the counter. She slips it into the staff fridge before sending you a text that it’s there. She preps her coffee and settles in next to you to grade a few more papers before everyone else stars trickling in to watch the news.
“Uh, hello?” Jacob questions when he walks in and everyone else is here now too. “Are we not going to talk about this?”
“Talk about what?” you and your mother ask at the same time.
“You two!” He gestures wildly between the two of you. “That you guys are related!”
“You two are related?” Gregory asks with a brow lifted.
“Uh, yeah!” Janine tells him.
“How do you know?”
“She told us last night when she called Melissa ‘Ma’!”
“Why didn’t any of us know this?” Jacob continues on.
“Know what?” Ava asks as she comes waltzing into the lounge to grab a coffee.
“That Melissa is Y/N’s mother!”
“I knew,” Barb states with a smirk on her face.
“Oh, damn! I was starting to think Melissa being a milf was just a rumor. I am happy to find out that it is entirely the truth,” the principal grins. “Greg, grab me a tea bag so I can sip on this tea!”
“There isn’t any tea, Ava,” you roll your eyes. “Yes, Melissa is my mom, but it really ain’t that big a deal.”
“Oh, it definitely is! Why were you so secretive about it?! Hmm?” Jacob asks as he sits next to you.
You shimmy away from him just slightly with a huff. “Because nobody needs to know a Schemmenti’s business except a Schemmenti. And, I didn’t want nobody thinking I got this job because of who I’m related to.”
“Y/N, please. You’re good at what you do, hun! You could get this job without the Schemmenti name, and you did!” Your mother cuts in and jostles you slightly.
“I also didn’t want to hear you-“ you look to Ava. “-calling my mother a milf more than I already do.”
“She is! And now that I see the two of you next to each other, I definitely see where your future is heading too!”
“Ava!” You, your mother, and the rest of the group scold.
The principal just shrugs. “Jus’ sayin’ the truth. Bye, y’all.”
Once she’s gone, you’re bombarded with questions. What’s it like having Melissa for a mother? Is your father really as bad as your mother makes him out to be? What was it like growing up? If you saw the horrors of Abbott, why did you work here? What were you like as a child?
“Enough,” you finally groan. “This is why I didn’t want people knowin’. I may be Melissa’s daughter, but-”
“Isn’t it weird calling your mom by her first name?” Jacob cuts you off.
“I’ve been yelling her first name since I was fourteen and realized she didn’t always respond to Mom or Ma, but always Melissa,” you reveal. “Now: she may be my mom, but I’m still a damn good teacher who got this position on my own volition. And y’all better stop asking these questions, or I know a guy.”
“And I’m the guy,” you mother states proudly, a proud grin on her face.
“No you ain’t. Uncle Vin is my guy.”
“While we’re at it,” Melissa sighs. “Stop asking me to get weed from my guy and just ask Y/N instead. She’s my guy for that.”
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bite the bullet
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melissa schemmenti x reader
18+: fluff, tiniest bit of angst/insecure mel, smut; fingering, oral, thigh riding, choking, vague dom/sub, unspecified age gap
wc: 2.5k
Not even Melissa’s favourite pasta sauce could ease the sourness in her veins; her fork stabbed into her leftovers harder than she realised, an abrasive action only taken note of by Barbara beside her. The woman daren’t say anything, not whilst fiery eyes stared your way with her jaw clenching tightly at each bite of her lunch.
She couldn’t bring herself to look away despite the way her skin felt hot with jealousy; she wasn’t the least bit surprised though. It’d be more surprising if the new substitute teacher hadn’t noticed all your charms, all of the things she adored.
But you weren’t hers, she doubts you ever would be. And she made peace with that; she's older than you, and you only see her as a friend, but now, with this infringement on her unclaimed territory, it’s all become too real. You really are just free for anybody to set their sights on and she abhors it.
“Damn, you’re lookin’ at the sub like I look at Janine,” Ava spoke as she walked through the door to the breakroom, instantly following the redhead’s gaze. “I’m talking about that time you wouldn’t come with me to the daddy-daughter-day at the zoo. Lotta single dads for widowed Ava,” she finished with a roll of her eyes.
“I’m not lookin’ at nobody,” she muttered in return, peeling her eyes away from the hand that had landed on your arm in favour of aimlessly scrolling through her phone.
“Melissa,” Barbara sighed. “This has got to stop. The poor boy’s gonna have a heart attack with the way you’ve been looking at him. It’s clear there are some feelings - we all see it - but dealing with them through resentment is not going to solve them.”
You weren’t aware of the conversation happening on the other side of the room, instead, your attention was on the man in front of you. It had been pleasant to have a fresh face in the school and though the company didn’t compare to the table you usually shared with Barbara and Melissa, he seemed likable enough and you didn’t want him to feel out of place.
You didn’t think much of it when his touch lingered on your arm, nor when he shifted nearer to you on the sofa as you spoke. It barely crossed your mind. It never did. How could it when your affections lay elsewhere? Albeit somewhere unattainable. The amount of people who approach you in bars on nights out with Ava, the drunken kisses you might share with strangers, doesn’t matter when you only wish they were somebody else.
Though you have been thinking that perhaps it’s best to move on.
The conversation had turned to hushed whispers and steadfast denials from Melissa. Of course, Janine and Jacob had joined the gossiping table and so the four of them adamantly tried to reassure Melissa of her insecurities. She’s not ‘too old’, it’s not ‘too late to start something with anybody’, and someone like you is not too good for ‘someone like her’.
Though she never directly spoke the words, it was clear to them all that she held a place for you in her heart and there seemed to be a flicker of hope when her lips pulled into a soft smile against her will at just the sound of your laugh.
But then, of course, something had to spoil it. The quiet of the room made it all too easy to hear when the question was posed, an invitation to dinner from that substitute teacher who, quite frankly, was now disliked by everybody on Melissa’s behalf. There seemed to be a chorus of hitched breaths at the waiting of your response but she couldn’t bear to hear it, instead choosing to head directly to her classroom without looking back.
Safe to say, the rest of her day was filled with a tension she’d not experienced before. A mix of anger and jealousy, shame and complete sadness. She hadn’t realised how much she longed for you, she supposes it had never come into question. She’d never had to see you with anybody else to let the weight of reality sit on her shoulders - she’d rather enjoyed living in this ignorant bliss.
She made sure to avoid you on her way out to her car, making a pitstop for a bottle of her favourite wine on her way home. Though something didn’t feel right in the back of her mind. She let herself drive on autopilot, deep in thought for what could have been hours, giving in to the potentially reckless voice nagging at her.
She couldn’t let herself overthink the steering of the wheel, the clicking of her indicators turning right and the silencing of the hum of her engine when she parked her car outside of your house. She knew she wouldn’t go through with it if she didn’t just walk up to your front door and knock. But even when she was looking into your eyes she almost dared to turn back around.
“Mel? What are you- are you okay?” you spoke, shocked to see her on your doorstep with her hands in her jacket pockets and her eyes looking nervously into yours. You had never seen her nervous before.
“I’m fine,” she nodded. “Actually no. I’m not,” she sighed.
“Well, why don’t you come in and we can talk?”
“No,” she answered quickly, adamantly, with a shake of her head. “I gotta just come out with it and say it and be ready to run if it all goes to shit,” she explained, almost folding right there and then at the huff of a laugh you let out. “Don’t go out with him.”
She mentally kicked herself at the words that came out of her mouth; the rehearsed speech was completely erased from her brain and all she could remember was the way she wanted to punch his smug little face. She wanted you to know how she felt and instead, she’d let the envy win.
“Who?”
“That fuckin’ guy. Steve or John or something,” she huffed. “I’m not good at all this mushy love crap, I’m good at being jealous and being mad and wanting what is rightfully mine. And listen, maybe I’m outta line here - and if I am you’ve gotta tell me - but, I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever.”
“And that was fine but then seeing him looking at you the way I do, and hearing him ask you out, it just rubbed me the wrong way. And now all I can feel is this itch that I can’t scratch ‘cause I dunno what it is. I’ve never felt like this and I have no clue what to do about it. But what I do know is that if you go out with him, it’ll make me feel like I’m dying.”
“Wow, for someone who doesn’t do mushy crap, you’re pretty dramatic,” you smiled.
“I shoulda known you’d say something like that,” she laughed. “After I poured my soul out to you.”
“It’s one of the things you love about me though, right?”
“Sure. I guess,” she shrugged with a nervous scuff of her boot along the ground. “So what-”
You couldn’t put her through more of that dramatic confession, seeing the apprehension all over her face, you had to kiss her. Finally. It felt as good as you’d hoped, the slick of her lipstick against you and the remnants of a cup of coffee on her tongue.
“So this is a kiss of reciprocation?” she murmured against you, allowing you to pull her over the threshold of your doorway and kicking it shut behind her.
“Mhm,” you nodded. “And it’s also permission for you to let me know just how jealous you are.”
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Her kiss began softly, like the portrayal of her feelings she’s kept harboured and hidden for so long were finally being set free against your lips. She quickly lead you backwards, pushing you flush against the wall with an eagerness that sent a shiver through your spine.
Melissa trailed kisses across your jaw and your neck, grazing her teeth along the skin with the heat of her breath setting your skin on fire. You’d never seen her blush, your eyes softened at the sight.
“Nuh-uh,” she muttered with a smirk. “You’re not gettin’ all puppy-eyed at me right now.”
“And why’s that?” you asked, sneaking your hands beneath her jacket to rest on her waist, watching how her eyes darkened, hardly able to tear them from your lips she so wanted to kiss again.
“‘Cause I’m still mad at you. That’s why.”
“I didn’t do anything,” you frowned, unable to keep the sigh you let out silent when her hold on you tightened.
“I bet you got me jealous on purpose, huh? Flirtin’ with Pete just to get my attention,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the way she grimaced as she said his name - despite it not being his name. Though you couldn’t say she was totally wrong; whether you thought this was a possibility or not, at the back of your mind it had occurred to you that perhaps she would see. That maybe if she saw others find you desirable, she would too. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed, soon pushing you onto the sofa to climb atop of you, ridding herself of her jacket and you of your shirt.
Her eyes took you in hungrily, stroking musing hands along the bare skin she could see. She was hesitant at first, to let you undo the buttons of her blouse, but the way you looked up at her with all the sincerity and desperation she too felt made her feel safe. She’d never imagined somebody could look at her the way you did, surveying her exposed body as though it was a treasure you’d been seeking, making goosebumps litter her back with the hands you lay there.
Melissa was ravenous. Ready to show you that jealousy. In a kiss that left you gasping for breath while quick lips sucked against your collarbone with soothing licks against harsh teeth marks; in the hand she cupped your neck with, thumb pushing onto your throat just to hear the hitch in your breathing.
Each action made your stomach flip. The way she subconsciously made use of the leg you’d slotted between hers, grinding onto your thigh with small grunts of pleasure at the back of her throat. Everything was so hastened and desperate, clinging to one another as though one of you would disappear if you let go, lips swelling and breathing sounding in the room with the heated kisses.
You unclasped her bra, discarding it in favour of palming at her breasts, rolling pert nipples between your thumb and finger much to her pleasure. You couldn’t have imagined a more sublime sound than the way she rasped your name when your touch was replaced with your lips, sucking the pillowed flesh, flicking your tongue against her while her touch wandered.
“Can I touch you, sweet girl?” she breathed, inching her hand lower with her words uttered against your lips. And at the sight of your nod she dipped below the waistband of your underwear, groaning at the wetness she found beneath her fingertips. “Fuck, you’re so wet. This all for me?”
“Yes, Melissa,” you nodded, rolling your eyes slightly in amusement as if it could be for anyone else.
“Gotta work on that attitude,” she tutted with a look that made you shrink in the best way possible, nails no doubt leaving impressions with how she gripped your neck. She knew you liked it, feeling your soaked cunt clench around the fingers she pushed into you, watching your eyes screw closed at the thumb she pushed over your clit.
Her digits curled into you with a perfect precision, hitting every spot to hear moans tumble from your lips, encouraging them to be put to good use latched around her nipples. She felt each moan against her and it only egged her on, determined to feel you fall apart.
Melissa could hear how soaked you were with each thrust into your sopping pussy, and she could see it in the head you threw back onto the cushions, murmurs of her name sounding into the room; your hands grabbed at her, clawing at the soft skin of her back with pink lines decorating the creamy white.
“C’mon, princess,” she muttered. “I’ve wanted to see you cum for so long.”
Just the sound of her rasped voice pushed you over the edge, arching your body into hers as the feelings washed over you and your heart pounded from the pleasure. You returned her kiss as best you could through your breaths, leaning into the hand she pressed against your heated cheek.
Her desire had only multiplied, pushing her clothed pussy over your thigh, guided by the hands you held her hips with; silently pleading to rid her of her trousers with a tug to her belt loops. It was only then that she broke the kiss, baring her entire body to your view, taking her place on her back with you between her legs.
Her cunt glistened with the slick arousal brought on by the past few minutes. You created pathways with your kisses, leaving marks of your presence behind between her breasts, sinking your teeth into the softness of her belly and inner thighs.
“Don’t fucking tease,” Melissa uttered through gritted teeth, pushing your head to where she needed it most, lifting up into your mouth when you latched your lips around her aching clit, licking through her folds with her taste on your tongue.
Her thighs threatened to clamp around your head so you pried them apart with the pillowy flesh beneath your palms, lapping at her cunt while she moaned above you, one hand in your hair and the other toying with her sensitive nipples. To know that the glorious sound at the back of her throat was from your tongue dipping into her made you that much more eager to please, feeling her clench around you.
“God, honey,” she moaned. “You’re so good. So close,” she panted out, pulling your head away to dig her fingertips into your jaw, biting her lip at the sight of her arousal on your chin. “I want you to look at me,”
It was just as pleasurable for you as it was for her, her eyes fixed on you from beneath you, hips moving in time with the fingers you buried into her cunt with the heel of your palm brushing over her clit.
Feeling her warmth around your digits was an even hotter feeling of intimacy than you could have thought, fucking her with your hand to watch her mouth fall open with a grunt. With just a few more pumps of your fingers, she came with a sigh, keeping her eyes focused on yours dominantly before pulling you back into a heated kiss, humming at the remnants of herself on your tongue.
“Bet you’re glad you said all that mushy crap now, huh?” you smiled teasingly against her.
“Oh, shush,” she laughed, cupping your face with her thumb musingly swiping over your bottom lip. “Now take me to your bedroom, ‘cause I’m not done with you.”
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~A night to remember?~ Part 1 of 2
Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Gender: fluff, funny, love.
Warnlings : (+18) strong words, mention of sex, vulgar language.
Summary: After Melissa is dumped, you help her go back out and have fun.
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From the first day you entered school, you and Melissa had been friends, in her own way she always took care of you, thanks to her years of experience she was able to advise you many times and whenever you needed something, she did everything to get it. With so much time together, it was easy to quickly become good friends. Although Barbara was still her best friend, you were also very close to her and knew many things. The fact that you were younger than them helped to spice up the friendship, you always had the craziest ideas and knew the most exotic places, you were what they lacked and they didn't know they needed, when you weren't there, they missed you a lot.
Many times when you arrived at school, they were waiting for you at the entrance, and that day was no exception.
-"Ladies, good morning"-you smiled when you got to where they were, Melissa smiled at you seeing in the car that you had arrived and how it drove away
-"New car or new one-night stand?" - she asked jokingly
-"Or a new car that drives itself?" - Barbara also joked by making you laugh. The two women knew that as long as you weren't in a serious relationship, you liked to go out a lot and have a good time, it didn't matter the gender as long as there was a connection. They always joked, saying that they could never have done that, plus since they were both in a relationship, they didn't need it. Barbara was happily married and Melissa was in a relationship with the vending machine guy, so they didn't see the need to go out like you.-"Even though you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday, so I think Mel's right" - The brunette continued and you laughed, shaking your head and taking off the scarf she was wearing to put it around your neck
-"I'll give it back to you at the end of the day, my chest is full of marks and I need to cover them up well."-You joked around and walked into the building hearing their laughs.
At recess time, you went to the teachers' room and you were happy to see that Melissa had brought a tupperware of food for you, that woman always saved you when you forgot your lunch, but you had to admit that there were times when you didn't bring food on purpose because you liked how she cooked, it was much tastier than what you could do.
-"Thanks Mel-Mel"-You told the redhead kissing her forehead affectionately and sat down next to her-"My lovely ladies! What are we going to do tonight? Tomorrow there's no school and we could go out to eat something together, maybe go to a pub to drink a good wine and dance a little? What do you think?" - You commented excitedly and put a bite of food in your mouth, moaning and closing your eyes because of how delicious it was-"Hell, if your boyfriend doesn't take good care of you, I'll steal you from him and marry you" - you muttered with your mouth full
-"Good to know that I have a contingency plan if things don't work out with him" - The redhead laughed seeing how you enjoyed the food
-"Going back to your invitation, this weekend we will go with my husband to visit my daughter, so I will have to pass on the offer" - Barbara commented and you nodded and then looked at Melissa
-"Mel-Mel? Are you coming with me?" - You smiled and she sighed
-"I'm sorry honey, Gary said he wanted to go to the house to eat and talk tonight, so I'm not going to be able to. I'm sorry for leaving you alone" - the redhead murmured sadly, you smiled and shrugged your shoulders
-"Don't worry, I don't mind going out alone, I know how to find company very quickly, I won't be alone for long" - you muttered jokingly and the two older ones laughed.
After school, you went home to get ready and went out to a bar you liked to go to. In the middle of the night you were already dancing with a dude when your cell phone rang with an incoming message. You quickly opened it, the only two people with whom you had the notifications with sound, were Mel and Barbara. When you opened it, you realized it was a message from the last
"Hello sweetie, I hope I don't interrupt your night, but I called Melissa to ask her something and I noticed her a little weird, after insisting a little, she told me that Gary broke up with her tonight and that she didn't want to tell us because didn't want to disturb us on our night off. I won't be back until Monday, do you think you can go and see how she is tomorrow? Please. Take care"-You sighed reading the message and quickly excused yourself from the man you were with and got out to get in your car, but not before telling Barbara not to worry that you were already going to see Melissa.
After half an hour and a lot of insistence knocking on her door, Melissa opened the door. Her hair was a little messy and her clothes were disheveled, she had a tired face and swollen eyes from crying. You smiled sympathetically at her and raised your hands showing the bags you were carrying
-"I bought ice cream, wine and lasagna, your favorites... Do you think I can come in? I still have my clothes from the bar and my legs are freezing"- You whispered pointing to your short dress and she let you in, closing the door behind you and seeing how dressed up you were
-"What are you doing here at this hour? I thought you'd gone out dancing"-asked the redhead and you smiled, leaving the things on the counter and taking off your heels sighing in relief
-"I was dancing, but Barbara told me what happened and I immediately came here, but not before buying some supplies" -You smiled as you uncorked the wine and filled two glasses to the brim, passing one to the redhead
-"Snitch... You didn't need to come, I'm fine, it's a relief to be honest, I felt like things weren't working anymore. It was just the shock of the moment that made me feel bad" - the redhead spoke and you put the lasagna on plates
-"Okay, I change this mission from lifting your spirits to celebrating that you no longer have a dead weight on your shoulders"-you spoke smiling at her, you knew she was sad, you knew her too well, but you had to go along with Melissa so that she would open up and tell you how she was, if you pressed her you would only make her close and not say anything to you.
After eating and drinking the entire bottle of wine, you started playing cards while you asked subtle questions
-"The truth is I'm happy about this, that means that now you will be able to go out more to dance and flirt with people like I do"-you joked with the redhead, raising the bet of the play. You two were sitting on the carpet, facing each other as you played at the coffee table.
-"Don't distract me from the play..."-she replied paying close attention to the round, but after playing, she looked at you-"I'm happy too... I think... What bothers me isn't that he broke up with me, it's that I don't know if at my age I'll find something truly stable... And I'd like to have something nice, real and strong. Someone who is there when I need it, someone to share good times and bad times too, someone who works with me when there are difficulties, not who leaves me alone in the face of problems. Someone who makes me laugh and is there when I need a shoulder to cry on... And I don't know if I'll ever find that..."-She whispered putting her cards on the table, you had managed to get her to open up and now she was crying again, something she needed to vent. Carefully you got up from your place and sat next to her hugging her and leaning your back against the armchair, caressing her back delicately and she sighed crying into your chest
-"If you're looking for someone who's there to make you laugh and who's with you when you cry, you've got me, you don't need anyone else"- you joked and she laughed through tears slapping your arm-"First of all, ouch... Second, you are a beautiful woman, very intelligent and very strong, you will find what you are looking for in no time. Anyone would be lucky to have you and you're going to find someone better than him, who didn't know how to value the diamond he had in their hands. Really, you don't have to worry about that Mel-Mel. You're never going to be alone because I'll always be here and I'll help you find someone worthwhile"-You whispered and kissed her forehead as she hugged you tighter, whispering a barely audible "thank you".
You didn't know how long you were like that until you wanted to move and noticed that the redhead was asleep on your chest. You carefully grabbed the blanket from the couch and covered her body while still hugging her. If the next day your body ached from sleeping in a crooked way, it was worth it if she managed to rest.
When the light came in through the window, you started to wake up when you felt the redhead get up from you and stretch, carefully you did the same, trying to reboot your body from the strange, awkward position you slept in
-"Good morning Mel-Mel, how are you feeling?"-You asked
-"Surprisingly much better"-The redhead replied hoarsely and blushed when she looked at your chest, noticing that she had drooled over you-"I'm sorry about that, I'll bring you some clothes so you can change your dress" - she said and you nodded still very drowsy. After changing, you stayed with her all day so she wouldn't feel alone.
Throughout that month, you and Barbara were taking turns visiting her even though you saw her at school; went for walks, dinner, or watched movies with her.
After that month, you were trying to convince the redhead to go out dancing with you to find someone for a one night stand or maybe something more lasting.
-"Come on red, you don't need a man to be fine, to go out, take control over your own happiness and let's have a good time!" - you said while you were having breakfast
-"I've been taking care of my own happiness for so long that I already have carpal tunnel, if my shower head had a dental plan, I would have gotten married by now" - Your friend answered you and almost made you choke with your coffee from the laughter it caused you.
After a little more insistence, the eldest finally agreed when Barbara also joined you on the plan.
That night you put on your most provocative dress; you were going to help Melissa meet someone, but if in the process you got someone too, even better. You adjusted your hair, put on heels and makeup, and went to the bar. As you planned to drink, neither you nor Mel took your vehicles, you were going to return in Uber if you couldn't find a place to spend the night.
By the middle of the night, Melissa, with a few too many drinks on her body, had found a boy to talk to and dance with. So you too looked for a partner to spend the night dancing too. Barbara just sat at a table laughing at the sight of the two of you.
After a couple of hours and more drinks, you could hardly tell who you were dancing with, your words were shuffled and your feet weren't going very straight, but you were having a lot of fun. Someone touched your shoulder, as you turned you saw Barbara
-"Barb!! HiIIii, hooww are you?!"- you yelled at your friend smiling a little crooked and she laughed
-"I'm fine sweetheart, but my husband came for me, so I'll be going. Can you let Melissa now that please? And be safe here"-The eldest spoke to you and you nodded. Once she left, you searched for Melissa to tell her that Barbara went home.
You took her hand and drag her to a quieter corner to tell her about Bárbara, then you went to dance again. That was the last thing you remembered clearly from the night.
The next morning you woke up because your cell phone rang softly, you carefully opened your eyes, you were in a beautiful room that had an intoxicating perfume that almost made you fall asleep again. You barely moved your body and a satisfying pain ran through your extremities, it's been a long time since you were with someone who would leave you like this, love drunk and aching in all the right places. You moved your legs a little more, smiling at the softness of the sheets against your skin. You looked at your chest and found many scratches, bites and hickeys, you laughed at them, they were delicately placed making a path from your torso to your abdomen and thighs. It had been a pleasant night, whoever you were with had listened very well to what you liked and what you didn't, not only because of the pleasure you still had in your body, but because the marks were in places you could cover up. You liked hickeys a lot, but because of school, you always tried to leave them from your breasts down.
Carefully you stretched a little and grabbed your cell phone looking at the messages with only one eye open, your body was too relaxed.
-"Good morning sweetheart, did you arrive home safely? Do you know anything from Melissa?"-Barbara had texted you a few minutes ago, that had woken you up. Shit! You had to find out where Mel was. Now a little more awake you noticed how someone breathed on your neck making you shiver, a hand was on your waist, a body stuck to your back and your feet intertwined with the other person's. By the pressure of her breasts, you knew it was a woman, you carefully tried to get out of her grip but it was impossible, earning a complaint from the other person
-"Mhhh no..."-She murmured in her sleep. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her hair color, a powerful redhead. You frowned and tried to get away again, you had to call Mel and see where she was. You didn't manage to get away but you did turn around. Now everything made sense, the perfume of the room, how calm you felt there, the beautiful room, her red hair and the softness of her skin. All of that belonged to the woman who was hugging you with her naked body against yours. All of that belonged to the woman you were longing to know where she was. All of that belonged to Melissa, your co-worker with whom you'd had sex the night before. A night you didn't remember anything about.
-"Fuck..."-It was all that managed to come out of your lips, waking up and making your bed partner open her eyes, looking at you with the same surprise that you looked at her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
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the two year teacher
pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x black!fem!reader
warnings: language, smut, mentions of bullying, smut mommy kink, rough ish, cunnlings, fingering, love confession
summary: y/n is a very big CEO of her own company. and when her daughter comes home talking about her teacher she’s had for the second year in a row, y/n just goes with it. but when she meets a red head at the grocery store, she never would've put her as a teacher. then when y/n's daughter gets into a mishap, a lot happens
a/n: she has me kicking my feet and twirling my hair. im so deadass fr.
“Mommy! You’ll never believe it!” Your eight year old came running into your home office. You prepared for her to jump into your lap, so you opened up for her to not get hurt. “My teacher from last year is my teacher this year again!”
“Really?” You took all your attention onto her. “So you’ll know how to behave right? Be on your best behavior for her?”
You daughter nodded before running off again. “Hey Nance?” You called for your neighbor who was over for a drink. Smiling kindly as she appeared. “I’m gonna run out to go grab stuff to make dinner, can you watch Mimi?”
“Of course, I’ll have her play in the living room.” She softly nodded and walked away.
You saved your file and got ready to head out. And it was all fine and dandy, till you were at the store. You had planned to make your daughter’s favorite pasta, seeing as she was starting school tomorrow.
Just as you reached for the perfect tomato, your hand bumped into someone else’s. You looked up to meet the nicest green eyes, yet they held fire and furry.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Please,” you offered for her to go first. Watching as the fire and furry disappeared. She could only stare at you.
“Do I know you? You look incredibly familiar,” her voice. God you could’ve melted. The rasp, the accent, the volume. You could tell she saw the spark of curiosity run over your eyes.
You gave a small shrug, "Maybe I just one of those faces. Are you making Panzanella?"
Her curiosity for you sparked now. How could you look at her cart and just know? "Italian?" She softly whispered.
You caught it just barely, but didn't acknowledge it at all. Instead you grabbed a few more tomatoes and went on with a smile.
She swore she seen that smile before. She's positive you were meant to be more in her life. But once she came back to her senses, you were long gone. The tomatoes were also in her cart. How were you so quick?
Eventually, you were ready to check out, having everything you needed for the dinner. That's when you saw the red head again. She was standing there staring you down. Like she was waiting for you to finish to ask you something.
You were good at reading people…sometimes. And right now, you couldn't read her fully, but you could sense the confidence and burning question she has for you.
It had you thinking what the question could be for you. After all, she thinks you're Italian. Once you finished and got close to her, she just stared at you.
You held out your hand, "Y/n." You introduced.
"Melissa," she took your hand. Put in awe at how soft your hand was. "You Italian or working with the cops?"
"My mom was, she taught me everything there is too cooking. You must be a Schemmenti." You tilted your head.
She eyed you with caution. "You must be working with the cops."
You quickly dismissed the idea. "I've met enough Schemmenti's to know one when I see one."
Suddenly it seemed you had more control than anyone in the world in this conversation. "I don't think it's fair that you know more about me than I do you."
"Oh angel, I never play it fair. It's how you retaliate." You got closer to her, enough where there was still a distance.
Just as she realized the distance, you were gone. You had this woman absolutely smitten with you and she still couldn’t place that face. And that was the last time either of you saw one another.
Until deep into the school year. Your daughter had came home with a letter for you specifically. "Mimi? What's this?" Through the entire car ride she was quiet. Quieter than usual. You didn't get the whole spew that lasted the entire ride of her day.
She didn't answer at all, instead she put her bag down and started on her homework. Waiting patiently for you to open the letter.
As your eyes scanned over it, you could feel her about to start crying. "Honey, why didn't you say something?" The letter had been from her teacher. "Mimi, look at me baby." Her teary eyes met yours. She knew you were mad, but that look absolutely destroyed you. "I'm not mad at you. Come here, follow me."
You lead her into the bathroom. Sitting her on the sink and facing the mirror. "Do you see that little girl right there? That is my strong, amazing, smart daughter. I'm not mad at you at all. You were so brave. So incredibly brave. And to be honest my love, I've done the same thing as you." Her face lit up at that.
"You beat someone up too?" She flashed that toothy smile. Her head whipping around at you when you nodded. "How?"
You turned her around to face you. "Well, when I was just a little bit older than you, this kid, her name was Ellie. She wouldn't leave me alone ever. And I'm talking everyday she came to bug me. Your grandma had told me to just ignore her. But one day she caught me on the worst day I've ever lived."
"What day was that?" She interrupted, a confused look dawning on her.
"It was the day I told your asshole father I was pregnant with my absolute bundle of joy. And he had yelled at me in front of the entire hall and left me. So Ellie had found me during the day, and she had to say something. I was so angry at what she was saying, the names she was calling me, and what she was saying about you before I even met you. I had enough of her, and I walked away untouched. But you should've seen her. She had to move schools because everyone was making fun of her for getting her shit rocked by a pregnant woman."
"So you're not mad at me?" Mimi stared at you in awe. Her look of absolutely smitten by her mother.
You shook your head, "Of course not honey. You defended yourself and I know you're in trouble with school, but look at me. I had to talk her parents down for pressing charges and had to keep myself together while also moving schools. Don't ever let someone try and tell you what you are and aren't. Cause you'll always know who you are and who you want to be. So, when we go to meet with your teacher in a little bit, you'll tell her everything and defend your name ok?"
"Ok mommy! Can I go play for a little bit?" She beamed. You helped her down with a nod, letting her run off. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you were in pajamas still.
So you took a few minutes to put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. A baseball cap sealing down the fly aways. You quickly put yourself together and then worked on getting your daughter ready. Helping her from the school uniform into something similar to what you were wearing.
Together you went into that school knowing what was about to go down. It was only a little bit after the school day actually ended. The door was closed, so carefully you knocked.
The door flying open, "Janine I don't want to come with you I promise!" The voice came before the face. But once the eyes finally met yours, they went wide. "I...What are you doing here?" She fumbled out the question.
Without any words you held up the letter and looked to Mimi. "I believe you were the one who requested me." Meeting her green eyes once more, you flashed that smile.
That's where she's seen it. "Your Mimi's mom? But you're so young?!" You gave a nod, glancing into the classroom at the other mom. Melissa was just staring at you, but she finally snapped back at Barbra coming pass.
"Y/n?" The older teacher lit up at the sight of you. "Oh it is you! Look how you've grown!" Her eyes fell to the kid holding your hand. "Mimi! Baby girl you have grown!"
"Hi Mrs. Howard," you softly gazed. Engulfing the woman.
Melissa was even more shocked. You knew Barbra, and yet the woman has never once mentioned you to her.
"We should catch up soon, a girls day! Say Friday night?" Barbra was quick to plan, knowing you'd make time for her any day.
With a bob of the head, "Of course, you still have my number right? We can plan it further once I'm done with this meeting."
You two had finished the conversation quickly with hugs and bye's. Following the red head into the classroom. You and Mimi sat next to the other mom and her child.
"Right, so I figured you both know why I asked you here. Mimi started a fight with Amber. Now, from what I gathered, it was out of no where?" Her eyes mainly were on the kids. Mostly cause she couldn't bring herself to look you in the eyes. "I'll let Amber go first."
And so the little girl told her story, it was poorly put together for a lie. Even for a child trying not to get in trouble. Her mother smiling like she had won best parent of the year for this. Then it was Mimi's turn, and her story was very well put together. Wiping that smug smile off the mom's face.
After an hour of going back and forth trying to figure it out, it became clear. Amber had been picking on Mimi since last year and today she had said some meaner things. Amber had apologized and everyone was on their way.
The mom and Amber didn't stay long to even look at you, but Mimi was back to rambling about her day to you while you put on her coat.
"And then my day lead to be here again! With my two favorite people!" She glowed, watching as you zipped up her coat.
You puffed, then looked up to Melissa who was hovering over you, "I didn't know I had competition to be the favorite." You joked with a hint of seriousness. "Hey honey, why don't you go see if Mrs. Howard is still here? I'll be right behind you."
She didn't waste a second before running off. Leaving you two alone. You stood back to your full height. "So you're the famous teacher I hear so much about?"
"Huh?" She spat, back in that daze she had at the store. Your light laugh didn't help pull her from the state. "Oh! Like from Mimi! Um, she's a wonderful kid, I mean she probably has amazing parents at home."
"Just me and her in that apartment." You shrugged. Watching the flash of something go through those green eyes. There was a silence now. One eating you alive. "Ok! I'm not gonna try and like take all your time, but I am just going to jump to the point now. I find you very attractive, would you like to go on a date?" You spat out before you could double think it.
Not only did you have to hide how shocked you were, but so did Melissa. You were so forward. Her eyes were wide, "Wait...what?"
"Me and you, alone, Saturday night?" You smiled. Before she answered, you were at her desk writing your number on a sticky note. "Maybe then I'll tell you how I know you're a Schemmenti." You winked. "Goodnight, Melissa."
To say that date was the first of many. You two had done a lot together now. You went with her to a friends wedding. She then came and made dinner with you and Mimi, that was the day you had told her. You both had gone home separately for the holidays though. Both agreeing it was still very early on to meet family.
But now it was summer, more specifically the fourth of July. Your family never truly celebrated it like an all American family, no you celebrated with style. It was the most serious taken holiday. The whole family was going to be there. You had yet to ask her about coming with though.
You had yet to even say the big L word. Yet, you had already talked to Mimi about keeping Melissa around and possibly her becoming her step-mom. She was thrilled to finally hear you say that.
Tonight was your six month anniversary. Almost a whole year spent together. You had invited Mel over for dinner while you sent Mimi to a friend's for the night before the trip to your cousin's. Everything was set in stone for the night.
You finished just as the door opened. "In the kitchen, baby." You called carefully. Trying to calm your nerves of what the night was. Greeting her with kisses all over her face, she knew instantly something was up.
Only cause you did the same thing when you broke her lasagna bowl that she had from her childhood. She ignored you for what was the longest week of your life.
"What?" She frowned. You stayed silent and dragged her to the chair. Straddling and kissing slowly all over her face and neck. Hands carefully trailing her body. but it was stopped the moment her hands pushed yours away. "What's wrong?"
Suddenly your eyes were being threatened by tears. You moved quickly and went to grab her a glass of wine. Handing her hers while you downed yours. Needing the liquid courage more than you anticipated.
You were physically shaking and you knew it as you held the glass with both hands. "Hon, seriously, talk to me?" Her voice even wavered. Her thoughts running with this is where it all ends. The silence killing her as she was positive that was what was happening. "Is this...are you?"
Your eyes widened, "No! No! Um, you've been so incredibly patient with me, and I...I'm ready."
"Are you sure, I'll wait for you forever." She stood up. Coming closer with each and every step. You gave a firm nod, eyes sparkling with want. "Words, baby. I need you to use them."
"I want you." You almost whimpered. Practically throwing yourself into kissing her.
It was heated, but it was so passionate. Every ounce of emotion was thrown into it. You were so lost you didn't notice the thigh press in between yours. Nor the hands that pulled your hips to grind against it. With the sigh you let out, Mel took the chance to slip her tongue in.
Pulling back slightly to stare at your dazed headspace. "Are you alright pretty girl?" She purred.
"Yes, god yes!" You moved your hips on your own, letting a moan free as the thigh flexed.
Melissa smirked, "Such a good girl for me. Why don't we head for the bed huh?"
You frantically nodded and dragged her with you. Desperate to have her on you again. Moving to push her onto the bed while you were on top. Kissing at her in a frantic manner.
"Easy girl, I want you to savor this. Let me do all the work, you relax." She flipped you two. Now she was nestled between your legs. Taking in the sight of you in the short short dress you had on. "Was this all for me tonight?"
You were in such a fuzzy state. Her words, her touches, her kisses, and most of all, the hungry look in her eyes. You were a goner all because of Melissa Schemmenti.
"You look so pretty for me baby girl. That fuzzy look in your eyes. Can I take of this dress?" She fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingers grazing over your hips and near your inner thigh.
"Yes, please..." There was a hesitation in your voice. Melissa with drew her hands.
"Y/n if you're not ready, we can stop." She instantly snapped out of the feeling. She took in how you looked ready to cry. "Hey, hey. None of that, ok? It's ok, we don't have to. I know this is a big step."
A single tear escaped, but the smile on your face said many other things. "I...I love you." You whispered. "Please, Mel. I need you."
Her smile couldn't be hidden. She kissed you hard. Hard and with all the love in the world. "I love you too baby. I love you so so incredibly much."
You felt confidence hearing the words back. And suddenly your hesitation from earlier left. You pulled the back of her neck so you were next to her ear. "Please, mommy. I need you." You licked her shell of her ear. Causing her to shiver greatly.
She had that look again, she was about to take you entirely and you wouldn't know. She was going to make you feel like never before.
"Mommy's gonna take good care of you, I promise angel." Her hands ran under your dress and pulled at your panties, pulling them down and off your thighs. "Whenever you want to stop, just say anything."
"Ok, but please, no more foreplay." Your hips bucked again.
"A needy little thing you are. Did you think of this moment all day? Or did you start thinking about it the day we met?" She spurred you on, her hands pushing your thighs apart. "How good I could make you feel?"
You whined, trying to search for her hand. "Please mommy!"
How could she deny that pretty face? Her hand finally met you where you needed. Making you gasp as she drew tight circles before dipping down toy our entrance and back up. Teasing you till tears.
"You're so sensitive, I've barely fucked you and you already are in tears. You truly must've needed this." She kept talking, but wasn't giving you anything, or so you thought. She slammed two fingers into you, making you cry loudly. She could feel your walls fluttering around her. "Shh, you're ok baby, mommy's right here. You're ok. Just let me know when you're ready." She kissed your forehead. Waiting for your signal.
With a soft head nod, she didn't waste a second. You had figured she start of soft, but you were wrong. Melissa Schemmenti liked it rough. You gave her a power she never knew she wanted the first moment you said mommy.
She brought you over the edge at least three times, you were in no state to remember. With her kisses to your face and the withdrawing of her hand you thought you were done. Until she pulled you down to the edge of the bed.
There she devoured you in ways you never knew existed. And each new way brought you over until you were so overstimulated you had to physically crawl away from her. But you loved every single second.
You came back to her crawling into bed with you. She had changed you from that dress straight into one of her hoodies. "I wasn't too much was I?"
You shook your head, barely able to stay awake. You glanced up to her, "Do you want to come meet my family tomorrow? We're having a big party for the weekend. I want you to meet them all." You got out before falling asleep on her.
"I would love nothing more angel." She kissed your head, falling asleep right after you.
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chloe’s fics recs:
i recommend every single one of these fics and implore you check the writers out (i will be constantly updating this btw)
• melissa schemmenti recs
• jumper @veeluvss (jennifer jereau x daughter reader)
• lemon pies and healing @pro-weems-places (miranda hilmarson x female reader)
• tokens of devotion @milfsloverblog
(brienne of tarth x reader)
• puppy love @jeridandridge (melissa schemmenti x reader)
• only girl @jeridandridge (melissa schemmenti x reader)
• party favor @sugarandspisces-writes (melissa schemmenti x reader)
• mama nat welcoming her baby @badingsm (natasha romanoff x reader)
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In this moment
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader, Reader x oc!Liam (platonic)
Warnings: toxic Melissa, hint to miscarriage, pregnancy, angst, depression, let me know if I missed anything also unedited
Pt.3 of why did you invite me? Pt.2 Pt.4 Pt.5
8 years ago…
I sat alone in the empty hall, Melissa had just left all but slamming the door behind her while I had the pregnancy test in my back pocket. I tried to tell her when I had gotten home that I took one at work but her bags were stacked and she was ready to go.
The words left my lips and all I could do was cry “M-mel baby” but she only looked away “Mel!” It was a weak attempt. I reached out and grabbed her arm as she continued to pack “Melissa stop!” But she wouldn’t.
“I’m pregnant!”
“No you’re not”
We had been using both Melissa’s and mine’s dna so far there had been a few losses “Melissa, I really am!” My voice caught in my throat. “You’ll only lose it again!” She yelled finally facing me “it-it wasn’t my fault” the redhead shook her head before grabbing her things and leaving.
It wasn’t my fault…
Getting used to her absence was hard and as my stomach grew it became much harder it felt like learning to live once again. There were days where the shower felt out of reach, food didn’t feel necessary and I couldn’t move- glued to the bed I once shared with her.
I couldn’t change the sheets for a while, trying to hold onto her scent pretending she was just on a trip until her scent faded and reality hit. She was gone.
She was gone.
And I would raise our child alone
Liam came over a week after she left and looked over at me in sympathy before rolling me off the bed and into the bath. He sat with me and washed my hair just talking to me, I loved him and I hoped he knew “Liam, how will I do this?” I asked him.
“You have me”
I have him
“Thank you” I cried into my hands still in the tub as he rubbed my back
“This clump of cells is also part Liam” he joked
“Careful people might think you’re straight” I rolled my eyes causing him to gasp “as your best friend, you should be thankful I would go straight for you”
“You’re a dick” I laughed “now help me out please the water is getting cold”
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“It’s a girl” the doctor smiled as my eyes remained on the screen, a girl, a girl, my little girl. Melissa had wanted a girl.
This was all we had ever wanted
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I stared in the mirror, four months and I felt huge. I traced the stretch marks expanding across my stomach. There is a child in there I thought with a bittersweet smile my little girl, I hadn’t given her a name yet.
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My due date was nearing
Soon I will have my little girl in my arms, Liam stood in the kitchen making lunch while I finished decorating the nursery. My hand gently glided across the crib back and forth while I glanced around the room, it was a fairytale’s dream.
Fuck you Melissa Ann Schemmenti
I cursed mentally as I sat on the plush rocking chair, Ann- Anna that’s the name of my girl. Pollyanna a name that I had always loved.
My Pollyanna Leah Schemmenti
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“Congratulations Mama” Liam choked out as he handed me a small bundle of pink blankets this had to be the first time in fifteen years I had ever seen him cry.
I peaked over the blankets looking at her, my girl, and I laughed sadly “she’s fucking ginger” Fuck you Melissa Schemmenti.
“My girl”
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Out of Hell
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader, oc x Reader, Melissa x Joe
Warnings: Adoption, sex work, drugs, alcohol,murder, disgusting men, homophobia, hints of molestation, absent fathers, shit fathers, pregnancy, character death, bullying, let me know if I’ve left anything out. Unedited
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.5 Pt.6
My inspo for Y/n is Maria Brink the lead singer
I was sixteen, I dreamed for a life too out of reach a life of the white picket fence before I stood on the corner and sold myself to the streets. My mother needed help and I was all she had so that became my life until college, my father was a no good man who touched who he shouldn’t and then he left.
I had already become a mother to a child I couldn’t care for with no choice but to give her up for adoption with the name Maria. The hardest decision I would ever have to make and unable to hold her for dear life before she was passed over to parents who could raise my darling.
The world let me go, my mother and I were never the same when I got back from the hospital she had given up on me just as everyone else and just as I would myself. I was only fifteen when Maria was born, I was only sixteen when things took place how was I too know how cruel the world really was?.
Liam was fifteen when his father killed his mother so he turned to drugs for comfort before the drugs took over and he was left alone. His father kicked him out after he came out of the closet and the world seemed to shun him out so he gave up on himself too.
He began sleeping on the very corner I stood almost nightly, that’s where I met him we were just two kids with a bad run at life. He smiled up at me patting the ground beside him “I’m Liam” he introduced “Y/n” I spoke quietly as I took a seat.
That night all we did was sit and talk as people passed by throwing dirty looks our way little did we know how life would turn out. We would meet at the same corner each night and talk we would plan out our lives, I no longer wanted to use myself and he didn’t want to depend on drugs.
Out of Hell we would climb
We would go from club to club for a while chasing an imaginary high we could never achieve always ending up somewhere else. Like doing coke off some womans boobs in a cramped up apartment full of men gazing at us like we weren’t just people.
It took some time before we got there, we both got part time jobs working at a bar for my uncle, I sang ignoring the mens hungry stares. Liam waited the tables staying by my side throughout everything with the kindest smile I had seen.
I’m not sure if we would tell our past so easily
Out of hell we would climb
We both wanted better, more than the bar we wanted to go to college and we worked tirelessly to get there where we met Melissa. I had accidentally bumped into her at the gates causing her to quickly turn our way with a fist ready “I’m sorry” I apologised softly.
Something in her eyes changed as she lowered her fist and smiled “Melissa Schemmenti” she nodded “Y/n Y/l/n and this is Liam Davids” I introduced. “Pretty name for a pretty girl” she flirted with a wink before a guy came towards us wrapping an arm around her shoulders “this is my boyfriend Joe”.
I hated him already with his stupid smirk, Liams hand wrapped around my own while I rested my head on his shoulder. We stood and spoke for a few minutes more before Joe dragged Melissa away with a promise to catch up later.
The redheads eyes never seemed to move from me even when her attention was on her so called boyfriend that was checking every chick that passed by out. He disgusted me in a way I doubt Melissa ever could the way he just existed nauseated me, smug prick.
Melissa’s life hadn’t been kind to her either after her mother passed when she was nineteen her father couldn’t look at her anymore. Her younger sister Kristen-Marie relied on her, Nonna did all she could for her granddaughter’s but Melissa had always been out of reach.
Melissa had never been like the other girls not one for frilly dresses she had been bigger than the other children so she made sure to hide herself. She knew how to throw a ball and to land a punch it became her, she embraced different as much as she could but looking around made her shrink back.
Her differences disgusted her
The people around her didn’t help, children were harsh their words harsher as they cut deep into Melissa’s skin, she couldn’t change who she was but she could hide, she would pretend.
She couldn’t stand the feeling of some guys hands on her body, their lips on hers no she enjoyed women. Beautiful women with soft skin and bright smiles.
“Someone has a crush” Liam sang as we entered my dorm
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Meeting Fox
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Daughter!Reader, Barbara Howard x Platonic!Reader
Warnings: light angst, light fluff, hurt/comfort?, crap fatherly relationship, my crappy writing I did when I was burnt out, Reader is referred to as “fox” or other redheaded names but never Y/n don’t know what I was doing tbh.
Word count: 294
Translation:Sono Fastidiosi = they're annoying
The Abbott staff were at Melissa's house when the landline began ringing, rolling her eyes Melissa answered "Yes Joe? No Joe, how's that my problem?" Melissa spoke.
The front door swung open before you stomped into the hallway "Yep she's here" Melissa hung up "Fox?" she called out before you ran into her chest sobbing "I hate her Mamma" You cried". Your dad had a new girlfriend who was young enough to be your sister and unfortunately, your rocky relationship with him had become even rockier.
Melissa hated having to let you go to Joe's if she could she'd wrap you in her jacket and never let you go "I know Fox, I'm sorry" she apologised. Barbara came back from the bathroom as Melissa rubbed your back with one hand while the other scratched lightly at your scalp.
"Is that my little Lucille Ball?" Barbara teased pulling you from your mom "Viola Davis?" you teased back as you wrapped your arms around the woman "How was the weekend at your dad's or is it best not to ask?" she questioned. You nodded into her chest "Who's this?" a man asked "Fox" Melissa stated like it was obvious "Well, I'm Jacob" he introduced "I'm Janine" a short woman introduced before they started ranting.
Barbara set you on the counter as she helped in the kitchen, looking at your mother "Sono fastidiosi" you muttered as the pair continued to talk "You get used to it" she replied in English. "So mini red, how old are you?" Jacob asked leaning forward, rolling your eyes slightly at the name "I'm seventeen" You spoke "Nice, how do you know Melissa? is she your Aunt?" Janine asked "She's my Mamma" You smiled.
"Melissa has a kid?!"
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more melissa x daughter!reader and your work is amazing btw
Fox gets accepted to college
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x oc daughter!Reader
Warning: protective Mamma, hurt comfort? Let me know if I’ve missed anything
Word count:273
"You stood out front of your mother's bedroom, letter in hand as you nervously paced "Fox, come here please!" she called out through the door. Swallowing you walked in hiding the letter in your back pocket as you joined her on the bed, it was still fairly early as she sat with her glasses perched on her nose.
"What's up?" she asked placing her book face down on her lap, you looked away before training your eyes downwards "I-uh" you coughed "god" laughing as you wiped your face.
"Remember that school we applied to as a joke?" you asked scrunching your face a little as you watched her think before her face dropped.
"The one in fucking Paris?"
"I-I got accepted"
"You're not going!"
"Why not?!"
You wanted to scream and cry, normally she pushed you to go after every opportunity given, she believed in you even when you or Dad didn't believe in you.
"Because I'm not having my baby in some other country where I can't protect her" she argued folding her arms, Melissa Schemmenti was a strong woman. "Mamma" you whined "This is the only school that has excepted a scholarship. I'm not using his money" meaning Joe's.
"Fox"
"Mamma"
You watched the tears well in her eyes "I will-" quickly you cut her off "No, I'm not getting you in any more debt" you sighed "Please. let me go to this school" you pleaded.
"I promise Mamma. I'll buy you the most beautiful dress you've ever had and you'll walk beside me on the red carpet, I'll help you with the mortgage but. It all starts here".
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If I had a Time Machine?
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Daughter!Reader
Warnings: none, Melissa is definitely a soft mum who raised the most beautiful daughter.
Word count: 219
Melissa sat with the Abbott staff in the audience watching her daughter up on stage, today her class was graduating and suddenly she realised her little girl wasn't so little anymore.
The principal walked the stage asking the class an array of questions all the same per student "What would you do if you had a time machine?" she asked. Most students said stop Hitler or things to do with people's human rights until it was your turn, you smiled to your family before grasping ahold of the mic.
"If I had a time machine, I would go back to visit my mother as a child. I want to sit on the other side of the see-saw and be able to count how many teeth she has missing. I want to push her on the swing until her squeals hurt my ears and my heart stops bleeding. But mostly, I want to hand her a picture of my father and tell her to run from her fate."
Barbara placed a hand on the silently weeping Melissa "You raised her well" She smiled warmly before Jacob and Janine's sobs were heard. "I did, didn't I?" Melissa chuckled waterly as you sat down after blowing her a kiss she pretended to catch placing it over her heart "I really did".
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Why did you invite me?
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Warnings: angst, mentions of miscarriages, unedited
She’s getting married?
Melissa is getting married…
It’s been years since we broke up but although the years I was never able to truly move on or delete her number. It was one in the morning when I got her message so she never deleted mine either, it was a wedding invite.
Except wedding was spelt wrong so she must’ve been drunk.. she was getting married next month and she wants me there? To some guy named Gary. I like to pretend that I still cross her mind sometimes, in the mornings as I make our daughter breakfast. She wouldn’t know about her.
I remember when she called me thinking her dad was dying when we were in highschool, I still remember running across south philly to make sure she was alright. I remember kissing her when she found out he was fine, the feeling of her relaxing in my arms as she sobbed.
Prom…
We went to prom only not together
Maybe we were scared
I know I was
The boys laughed but all Melissa did was grab my hand dragging me to dance, boys would always be mean but it didn’t matter when I had her but we never brought it up again after that.
Why did she invite me in the middle of the night?
Anna stirred on the couch as the movie finished, I hadn’t put her to bed yet too shocked to move. Would I even go? I had tried to tell her about Anna when we broke up seven years ago. Melissa said our separation was for the best that she wasn’t happy anymore, maybe it was the pregnancy struggles over the years.
It was my fault.
How would it even work? Going to the wedding, would we pretend as if nothing had ever happened? As I watched the love of my life get married to someone else. I don’t think it was fair that I wanted to run but I wanted to support her maybe I would pretend it was me in his place.
How would she react to Anna glued to my hip? Why would she do this?
I remember when she had started to pull away after the second miscarriage it was hard on both of us but we still tried and pretended to be okay. We continued with the IVF one last time just once until we finally crumbled the wallpaper slipped and windows cracked.
She’s getting married
And not to me…
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To love is to be changed
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader, Melissa Schemmenti x Gary
Warning: Slay Nonna, Crappy Gary, Sad lesbians, stop the wedding
Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt6
“Truthfully, I’m not sure there is anything you can do Mel” I sighed “please. There has to be something” she stepped closer. “Anna, she loves the colour green specifically forest green and baking, cupcakes are her favourite” I breathed in.
“You can visit whenever you like so you need to know things about her and if you prove good with her I- you could even have nights”. Melissa smiled to herself “thank you Y/n/n” I nodded in acknowledgment “I realise I shouldn’t be here Melissa, I shouldn’t have come”.
“Would you have told me about Anna if you hadn’t come today?”
“No”
“Why not?”
“Why not?” I laugh “how would I? I didn’t know if you had changed your number or if you had this new life with children that you love. What if I told you about Anna and you wanted nothing to do with her?”
My eyes couldn’t meet Melissa’s as I paced back and forth beginning to rant “and I mean pushing Anna into this new life now is hard, she’s so used to having just her mama and her duncle Liam”
“Duncle?”
I paused “it means her dad uncle but that’s besides the point I wouldn’t know what to do if the worst case scenario was to happen plus I had tried to tell you before. Now you’re getting married” I sighed wrapping my arms around myself.
“What if I don’t want to get married?” She asked causing me to stop “what if I’m doing this because I’m not getting any younger?” She laughed shaking her head. “I mean look at me Y/n, I’m still hot but I’m old y’know I never had a life that all these little girl’s dream of”.
“I got married too young to the wrong person and when I found the right one I screwed it up just like everything else I touch. And now I find that I have a daughter”
“Don’t”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t get married if you don’t want to”
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I shake my head zoning back in as Melissa waves her hand in front of my face.
Don’t get married
“Anna, she deserves both parents even if Liam has been an awesome dad there’s still things we can’t explain to her” I smile sadly. “For me there isn’t much, I came to terms with your absence years ago it doesn’t mean I don’t miss you I’m just used to the silence now”.
“Why did you come here?” Melissa asked “why did you call?” I returned “I asked first” she held her head up “hope? That maybe you would see me and change your mind but it was stupid of me I realise it now” she looked unfairly beautiful. I hoped Gary was a good guy who treated her well and I hoped she could live the life she’d always dreamed even if that life wasn’t lived with me.
Don’t get married sat on the tip of my tongue
Don’t get married
Don’t get married
“It’s not stupid hon, you’re just in love and so am I”
Just not with me
So I nod and smile “yeah yeah, I get it” she reaches for my hand again and finally I let her hold it “I really don’t deserve you” I know you don’t. “Let’s just hope this one lasts” I joke wanting to leave as soon as possible “yeah” Melissa breathed out.
You sat beside Nonna who held your hand as Melissa walked down the aisle “I always told her she was stupid for leaving” she whispered in your ear. “I can’t stand this one, I don’t think he can even wash his balls without Melissa holding his hand”.
You tried not to laugh, oh karma it seemed sadly “it’s her life Nonna” you responded with a small shrug “we’ve made our beds, I raise our daughter and she gets married”.
“You’re a good girl Y/n/n if only Melissa wasn’t so damn stubborn”
Soon enough Melissa stood at the front her hands clasped with Garys and boy did you find him severely underwhelming. At least Joe had been attractive, you watched as they said their vows the more you watched the more annoyed you felt.
Gary hardly had vows it seemed like a shopping list while Melissa gave her everything and when it came to I do he only seemed cocky. Smug bastard you thought to yourself while Nonna tsked in disapproval, Melissa paused as she looked back to the crowd.
Her eyes met yours “I-” her face seemed desperate, you nodded “I.. I” she began to panic slightly “go on” Gary rushed. This was getting messy the hold on your hand tightened as Nonna watched the man “I can’t Gary I’m sorry” she sighed in defeat.
“I have made many mistakes in my life and I don’t want this to be another one, I love you I do but we won’t work” her voice soft. “I’m sorry for wasting everyone’s time” Melissa turned to the crowd “I- this isn’t how I planned my life and definitely not who I had planned my life with”.
Slowly she walked sadly back up the aisle leaving Gary at the altar.
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I should hate you
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Warning: soft lesbians,
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5
Melissa never went home that night no, she couldn’t she wouldn’t not when you had been seated in the crowd watching her. Anna the daughter she never met beforehand right next to you smiling confused, did she know her mother was getting married or was it some old friend of her mums?.
She had ignored the signs long enough hoping they would go away but she knew deep in her heart that leaving you wasn’t right. That she really only dated Gary to try heal her self inflicted wounds because she wasn’t getting younger.
Seven years was a long time
Seven years of being haunted by your ghost, the question if you had the child and clearly you had she couldn’t be more proud of you. It took her a week before returning home, home? Nothing was home without you she found.
She packed Garys things leaving them on the front lawn for him to collect before she called Liam asking for your address. Hopefully it wasn’t too late to make amends.
When she pulled into your driveway there you sat on the front doorstep, book and cigarette in hand soaking in the spring weather. She refused to move slowly drunk off the view of you, it made her question why she ever left in the first place.
Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she took a deep breath working the courage to even face you. “Mama!” Anna screamed excitedly as she ran up the drive Liam not far behind, you looked up smiling brightly first you saw Melissa before you focused on your daughter.
Anna ran into your open arms happily after you put your cigarette out, this.. this moment right here Melissa could of had all along. Liam kissed your temple whispering something in your ear while taking Anna gently from you.
Melissa took this time to get out of the car meeting you in the middle of your front lawn, a sight to see in your pink floral embroidered dress. An angel she convinced herself “hey” you smiled gazing at the woman “hey” Melissa swallowed awkwardly.
“What brings you here?” Your eyes gentle as you rested a hand on her crossed arm “I hope it’s not too late” she whispered. “Too late for what Mel?” Too late for what? “An us” Melissa sighed quietly “I regretted too late and I know that, I regretted that day as soon as I got in my car but I was too proud to admit I was wrong”.
“Maybe it’s not too late” you shrugged “maybe it was just the time” Melissa looked up confused “you ever heard if you love them let them go?”. She never knew a voice to sound more soft, she would save that word to describe you soft you were, angelic.
“Well I let you go not long after you left, I held onto hope but I knew your return was scarce but if you love them let them go, if they return it was meant to be”
Meant to be
Meant to be was all Melissa caught “you should hate me?” She stated more so confused “I should hate you” there was an agreement in your eyes. “I should but I love you more, the life I lead I wouldn’t have without you, Anna… I have her because of you”
“Melissa I have loved you longer than I had you, longer than I have loved one before” you sighed gently “I wished you didn’t get married the first time, that you would’ve ran and grabbed my hand but it wasn’t the time. Then the same the second time how I wished you would leave and you did, honey you didn’t marry him”
“But I didn’t marry you either?”
“It wasn’t the time”
“Is now the time?”
Melissa had moved closer so close you could feel her warmth breath pan against your face, she had uncrossed her arms a hand coming to cup your jaw.
“You move quickly” you laughed against her lips ignoring the way Liam cheered with your daughter as Melissa pulled you closer.
Third time lucky
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Mothers best friend with Schemmenti I beg you!!!
Watch me
Pairing: Mbf! Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader
Warning: homophobic mum, tattoos, cursing, bitch mum, hot Melissa, tramp stamps, arguing, let me know if I’ve left anything out
Word count: 887
You and Melissa walked hand in hand downtown as you glanced at the shops you passed. A tattoo shop that was still lit up caught your attention, halting suddenly Melissa looked at you confused before you pointed.
"You want a tattoo?" She asked, they had always enticed you but you had always been too scared to get one in case you had regretted it. You nodded biting your bottom lip with a toothy grin "You wouldn't dare" she laughed "Too much of a good girl, what would your mommy say?" She teased.
She had a point, you lived to please your mother and her judgmental ways almost begging her to love you. Melissa had been her best friend since you had turned eighteen, she had even been invited to the party.
You squinted your eyes a bit before she added "What would you even get Tesoro?" Melissa added softly. "That exactly!" You smiled with a small giddy gasp "What?" She knitted her brows together confused "Tesoro".
"Naughty girl" she laughed leaning into you "getting the nickname that only I call you" brushing her nose under your ear.
That night you had saved their number on your phone and called once Melissa had left your apartment.
The following Wednesday you went in and got not only one but two tattoos both with meaning you knew you wouldn't regret.
Saturday was the next time you had seen the redhead at your family dinner "Tesoro, can you be a dear and please get me another beer?" She pouted. "Don't you dare!" Your Aunt Tony laughed "You told me to piss off and get my own!" She gasped.
"Fine. I'll get you one too" you chuckled with a little shake of your head as you wandered off into the kitchen. Once you had left your mother turned to the woman, wine in hand as she asked "Why do you call her Tesoro?".
Melissa only shrugged "Tesoro means treasure so it only makes sense cause she's golden, Y'know that" she spoke with an airy voice. "She's almost twenty-five and still isn't married let alone dating. I was married to her father and already had her by her age. There ain't nothing golden about that girl".
The redhead licked her teeth trying to tone down some of her arising rage "It was different back then Joanne, you and I both know it". Your mother only scoffed before ranting on about how kids these days were too sensitive "Boys are fawning over her at the church but she just brushes them off".
Joanne leant in "I'm scared she might be one of those lesbians" She nodded her head as if it was a disgrace. "And I'm not having my only daughter- my only child being one of them" and that was enough for Aunt Tony to excuse herself to go see what's taking you so long.
"Tesoro?" She teased running her fingers along the bottom of your back where your shirt had risen. Quickly you snapped up from the bottom of the fridge "Is that what the kids are doing these days? Getting tramp stamps of names given by their parent's best friends?" Tony chuckled.
"Maybe" you spoke holding your head high "Don't worry, I got one for your Aunt Jess too. It's normal that people to get tattoos for their partners, I don't judge baby" the woman placed a gentle hand on your upper arm.
Your mother had always believed the two had just been "good friends" Tony was your dad's sister. Jess had been a nurse in the nineties when she meet your Aunt after an ugly bar fight.
"There's another tattoo, Mel hasn't seen them yet- she doesn't know that I got it done" you mumbled. You can hear the yells of both unsupervised women before Melissa storms into the kitchen gripping your wrist and dragging you out of the house.
Stopping at the front door she turned back around "And if you ever do try that, and I mean ever. You best believe I'll shove my foot so far up your bitchy prestigious ass that you'll be tasting the leather of my heeled boots for months. Y/n is a grown fucking woman who I'm sure is capable of picking her own choice of lover, not some boy just learning about boobs!"
You had zoned out after that, focusing on Melissa's face as she defended you- how hot she looked doing it. The heat pooled in the pit of your stomach as your breathing got heavy "I think you should get going" Tony nodded to the door.
Melissa huffed before taking her leave, grip still tight on your wrist as she led you to the car. "God that was hot" you breathed out as she slammed your front door, pushing her against it as she pulled your shirt off.
Melissa stilled bringing her hand up softly to caress the area above your left breast, two lipstick mark tattoos. More specifically they were Melissa's lipstick marks that she had left you with that morning before she rushed to work. "Forever and always" she mumbles reading the line underneath leaving goosebumps in her wake.
"Wait till you see the treasure in the back" you winked turning to walk to your bedroom, Melissa's breath hitched "You naughty girl" she smirked before running after you.
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