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dopenightmaretyphoon · 4 months

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Could I request a morticia x larissa where they are roommates at nevermore and in a relationship that is hidden. They find little ways like jewelry sharing clothes etc.

You can add anything you want

Hey @dopenightmaretyphoon!! Of course :)

I loved writing the first bit of this, it's been so much fun to write, and I am already writing more. I just wanted to get this bit out because your request has been sat in my inbox for what feels like ages. So here, enjoy the fluff!!

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It was the end of the day, and yesterday's snow had turned to slush as the rain came, which hammered at the window as Larissa tried to study for her upcoming exam. She looked up as Morticia came bursting into the room, drenched from head to foot in muddy rainwater. Worried, Larissa rushes over to her and gently reaches out a hand to stroke her cheek.

"Oh darling, what happened?"

Gulping back a sob, Morticia sighs,

"Some idiot thought it would be funny if they drove their car into a puddle and splashed me,"

Morticia could almost see Larissa turning red with anger so she squeezes her hand to calm her down. Larissa kisses her cheek softly,

"Come on, let's get you out of those clothes,"

Morticia giggles and starts to unzip her dress,

"In any other situation, that would be sexy,"

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When Morticia came out of the bathroom, wrapped up in a towel and padding across the floor, shivering in the cold, Larissa picks her up and holds her in her arms. Morticia squeals in surprise and smiles, cuddling into her warmth. Larissa gently kisses her cheek, putting her on her bed and handing Morticia one of her jumpers to put on over her pyjamas. Morticia smiles and pulls it on, breathing in the smell of Larissa's perfume. Larissa giggles,

"You know you can just borrow my perfume if you like the smell,"

Morticia shakes her head,

"Wearing your clothes is different, it's like you're hugging me, all the time,"

Larissa blushes as she sits down next to Morticia, putting her arm around her and kissing her temple. "You can always borrow my clothes darling, you look beautiful in them," Morticia blushes at this, looking down at her lap to try and hide it,

"I don't, but thank you,"

Larissa strokes Morticia's cheek, lifting her chin up so they're looking at each other,

"Don't hide your beautiful blush sweetheart,"

Morticia blushes even more, trying to look away, but Larissa captures her lips in a deep kiss before she can. Morticia wraps her arms around Larissa, sitting on her lap and burying her face in Larissa's neck, mumbling something that Larissa can't hear.

"What was that sweetheart?" Larissa whispers as she presses kisses to Morticia's hairline.

Morticia speaks a bit louder, avoiding Larissa's gaze,

"Can I sleep in your bed with you please?"

Larissa smiles,

"Of course you can, you're always welcome to do that,"

Morticia kisses Larissa's cheek happily, cuddling into her,

"Thank you, I- I like being close to you,"

Larissa gently moves them both so that they can lay down next to each other.

"I like being close to you too honey,"

Morticia smiles and closes her eyes, easily falling asleep in Larissa's arms. Larissa quickly falls asleep, relishing in the feeling of having Morticia so close to her.

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dopenightmaretyphoon · 4 months

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Melissa reading a message on her phone: Fuck...

Barbara: We've got to work on your cursing.

Melissa: Why? I'm pretty good already.

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dopenightmaretyphoon · 5 months

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I want her to hold me and let me play with her hair 🥺

Wife material

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #melissa schemmenti

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dopenightmaretyphoon · 5 months

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Delicate

Melissa Schemmenti x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This is my first time actually posting something I've written, please be nice :) I also don't know how to end things but this entire thing is a start I guess idk

There is no doubt in your mind that Sundays are easily the best day of the week. They are a moment of peace and a reprieve from the hectic nature of the school year. Abbott never gives you chance to breathe, with there always being some issue to fix - though it’s usually because of Ava or Janine’s ‘helpful’ antics.

Not only do they offer you a respite from an otherwise perfect work environment; they also give you a chance to spend some time with a certain red-headed co-worker.

Juggling work with a relationship is never an easy task yet somehow you and Melissa have managed it for close to two years, both of you learning to intertwine your work and personal lives seamlessly. Spending lunchtime chatting with Barb helps, usually with the redhead’s arm resting on the back of your chair as you eat last night's leftovers over conversations about the older woman’s latest Janine-shaped qualm. Mel even manages to convince Ava to group your classes together during field trips to various museums throughout the school year, just so she can see your eyes light up as you guide the kids toward a new fossil - well, as new as something that’s been underground for millions of years can get.

As enjoyable as all this is, your Sundays give you a chance to spend time doing absolutely nothing with Melissa. Days usually begin wrapped in a duvet until neither of you can stand the heat of the confined space any longer, or until she turns on the Schemmenti charm and bats her eyelashes at you before asking you to make coffees, knowing you would simply never say no to her. Today starts a little differently, though.

The coldness of the sheets wrapped around you doesn’t go unnoticed, and neither does the lack of body heat that is usually pressed against your back and wrapped around you. Before you can even wake, you’re frowning at the loss of warmth that constantly accompanies the redhead. You begrudgingly open your eyes, blearily searching for Melissa who at the very least you expect to be resting against the headboard, cat-eye glasses propped on her face as she reads a terrible romance novel. Instead, you’re greeted with a crumpled pillow and cold sheets.

The sight of the empty bed makes you huff, disappointed that she wouldn’t stick around to say good morning. You roll over, wrapping the cool sheets even tighter around your bare torso and grumbling under your breath about the harsh change in temperature that this time of year always brings, before the faint sound of music causes your ears to perk up. It’s too far away to make out properly but there’s only one person that can be the cause of it.

Deciding that you’ve been away from Melissa for far too long, though in reality it’s probably only been half an hour since she woke up herself, you swing your feet off the edge of the bed and onto the cold hardwood floor. Spying an old Phillies sweatshirt with cracked red print that you had commandeered from the redhead a long time ago laying on the floor in front of the dresser after last night’s activities, you decide that it would provide sufficient coverage for your journey into the rest of your home. It is only you two here, after all.

Cautiously, you make your way across the corridor to the stairway, quietly padding your way down as the music becomes louder and the smell of breakfast envelops your senses. The tune is much easier to make out as you round the corner and lean against the kitchen doorframe, Melissa not noticing as she fusses with ingredients on the stovetop that you can’t see, her back turned as she softly sings along to the track playing from the radio that resides on the sunny window ledge.

“Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate,” she softly sings, almost subconsciously as she carries on with the task at hand. You shake your head and let out a slight chuckle at the sight, one that she doesn’t hear over the radio. She continues her singing, hips swaying slightly to the relaxed beat.

Swiftly but silently, you make your way across the kitchen to where she stands and wrap your arms around her. She tenses slightly, her breath catching in her throat at the surprise intrusion. As soon as it happens, she relaxes back into you, continuing to prepare breakfast.

“Who would have thought the Melissa Schemmenti was a Swiftie?” you ask lowly into her ear.

It’s not as if her soft spot for pop music is a secret to you. After a night on the town with Jacob and Janine during spring break you had returned home to find the redhead fast asleep curled up on the sofa, a half-full bottle of rosé forgotten about on the coffee table as Harry Styles crooned at her from the radio that hasn’t moved from the countertop. The same radio that is currently playing Taylor Swift.

“You realize I don’t really have a choice in that, right?” You can almost hear the smirk in her voice, the quirk of her eyebrow that appears so regularly you’re surprised it isn’t a permanent feature that’s etched on her face. “You listen to literally nothing else.”

You gasp, feigning offence at the comment. “I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“Look, if we’re going to see her in concert then I wanna be prepared,” she says matter-of-factly gesturing wildly with the spatula that she holds in her hand, almost as if it backs up her frantic justification. “I’m not gonna half-ass it like most of the boyfriends in that crowd, I’m going to make sure I know all the words, so my girl doesn’t have to worry about whether I’m enjoying myself or not.”

Her words immediately cause a pink hue to spread across your cheeks, her casual thoughtfulness never going unnoticed. Suddenly embarrassed, you move your head to press against the exposed skin between her neck and shoulder. You’re pretty sure she can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks, even if she can’t see it.

“I still can’t believe you’re going for me.” You mumble against the skin of her neck, pressing a soft kiss to the skin.

She relishes in the contact for a brief moment before she registers your words and spins to face you, the pan and its contents that sit on the stove pushed to the side, forgotten.

“Well yeah, of course I’m going to go with you. You love her and I love you. Simple”

You pause.

“Really? Because if you didn’t want to go you know I could always just take Janine or Jaco-“

Your rambling is cut off by a soft pair of lips pressing against yours, immediately stopping the tirade of second-guessing.

She tastes like coffee, the remnants of which sit at the bottom of a mug on the counter that’s adorned by faded images of the two of you over the last 3 years that you’ve known each other. The item was a gift from Barb, given to Melissa as part of her birthday celebrations this year. It serves as a reminder of just how long the two of you pined over each other before letting your true feelings be known.

Barb took great pride in presenting the mug to Melissa, with an equal amount going toward the fact that all but one of the images that are printed on the side were taken secretly by the older woman, candid moments of your relationship through the years.

“I think you’ll find that you weren’t even together in half of them,” she had said, as soon as she had seen Mel’s eyes soften at the sight she held in her hands. “I just knew I had to take pictures when I would see you two together. You would definitely want to see them when you finally plucked up the courage to tell the damn girl how you felt.”

“Where did you just go?” Melissa asks, bringing you out of your thoughts. She’s looking up at you slightly through her eyelashes and the sight makes your heart skip in your chest.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you,” you reply, honestly. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that would learn the words to an entire concert setlist just for me.”

“Of course I would,” she says, leaning in again. “Because,” kiss. “I love you,” kiss. “And besides,” she shrugs slightly, “it’s not as if I didn’t know most of them in the first place. I couldn’t have you thinking I was getting too soft now, could I?”

Your jaw drops at the statement.

“Melissa Ann Schemmenti!” You gasp, “Are you seriously telling me you’ve been a closeted Taylor Swift fan this entire time and you were going to let me think you weren’t?!”

“What do you think I am, an idiot?” She breaks into a grin, her eyes crinkling. “The woman is a musical genius. You should be more shocked that I apparently didn’t like her after that whole Harry Styles debacle.”

Your jaw is still ajar, quite simply unable to recover from this revelation. You go to move away from the redhead as the song changes on the stereo but her deceivingly strong arms tighten around your waist, pulling you even closer to her than you were before.

“Dance with me?” She asks, looking up through her eyelashes again. Her voice has taken on an almost nervous tone that you rarely get to hear from her.

Those three words soften your rigid exterior as she looks up expectantly, almost hesitantly, as she waits for your response.

“As if I could ever say no to you.”

She visibly relaxes at your statement, her left hand moving further down your lower back to rest against your waist. You snake one hand up the silk of her floral dressing gown to rest on her shoulder whilst the other subconsciously finds its way into hers, fingers intertwining seamlessly. This is a position you often find yourselves in, always finding something to dance together to as a meal cooks, or a fresh pot of coffee brews, or simply as a way to enjoy the others' company.

Your bodies press flush against each other and you’re finally able to relish in the warmth that she carries. A warmth that you so desperately missed this morning. Your head leans back slightly so you can look at her face properly for the first time since you woke.

This is your favorite version of Melissa and is by far the most beautiful. Yes, she looks incredible when her eyes are lined by sharp black eyeliner or her lips shine with recently applied sparkly pink gloss, but this natural state with soft eyes and a dusting of freckles that line the bridge of her nose makes your heart leap in your chest. Not many people get to see this version of her, but you feel privileged to be among the extremely lucky few.

Her fiery hair is pulled up into a messy bun in an attempt to tame the tangled mess she finds herself in every single morning. It was clearly a hasty choice made when she woke herself, so much so that she missed a chunk and a copper strand falls down her back, completely unnoticed.

“Do you know how pretty you are?” You ask.

She scoffs. “As if-“she begins before her protest is abruptly cut off by your own.

“Nope, I’m not listening,” you say, leaning your head back away from her in a bid to cement your point. “You’re absolutely the most beautiful woman in the world and I won’t hear any different, so stop that right now.”

She chooses not to fight this battle that she will clearly lose, for once going against all her instincts. When you look back at her, her eyes are glistening, shining like they’re made of glass. You take the opportunity to place your lips to her forehead, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple in a silent ‘I love you’. Meeting her eyes again, you can see the faint pink hue that dusts her cheeks.

“You’re blushing, you know.” You tease lightly.

She laughs, almost in disbelief. “Yeah well, pretty girls tend to have that effect on me.” Her eyes crinkle again as she grins, her expression only growing wider as you throw your head back in laughter. Her hand on your waist moves to your lower back, pressing to keep the two of you from toppling over as you laugh together.

When you bring your head back to her level, beaming in her direction at her constant ability to turn the Schemmenti charm on seemingly out of nowhere. Your grip on her tightens, the hand that was conjoined with her own snaking it’s way inside her robe and under the loose tie to rest on her hip, rubbing the pale skin there with your thumb.

Her own hand moves to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, it having fell during the moment of pure joy and laughter you shared. As her hand pulls away, she moves it to brush against your jaw, caressing the skin as her light eyes gaze lovingly into yours. This entire scene feels like something that’s been ripped straight out of a rom com, but there is simply no other person you would rather share these lulls with. Almost as if she’s reading your mind, Melissa breathes a quiet “I love you,” before resting her own forehead against yours.

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dopenightmaretyphoon · 5 months

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★★★𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢★★★

Character: Marilyn Thornhill

Requester: @batlove4ever

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/A

Genre: Headcanons

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting batlove4ever! Loved writing this! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 0.5k

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-Marilyn already knew about your upcoming exam, and she was happy to help you, despite your resistance to it.

-She found out by taking a look at your calendar after forgetting to put a mark something on her own calendar, and she never thought to mention it as it looked to be about 8 months away. Marilyn pretty much forgot about it until around a month before the assessment.

-Once she had remembered about your test, she immediately became your new teacher or as you called her your "hot study guide" (which she pretended to not appreciate- but secretly liked the complement-)

-She'd set up study hours after dinner and would constantly check up on you in-between working on papers for her students along with grading their assignments.

-She'd also look into the course material you were studying, and she would occasionally send you text messages of trivia questions to help you study along with giving you some flashcards.

-The nights would consist of the two of you watching TV together while Marilyn talked about her day, smiling at the sight of you looking at her with wonderous eyes.

-If you had any stress about the assignment, you best believe it Marilyn would give you a pep talk she always gave to her students before they'd take a test in her class.

-She wanted to make sure that you were okay, that was her main priority. She'd always make sure you knew that no matter the test results, that you were still an amazing and smart person, and that you still tried your best.

-While also treating you like a student during study sessions, Marilyn would definitely be super touchy with you, her hands all over your body even if she was across from you. Her hand would always be touching your own, her thumb running across your hand as a way of calming you down (But it just made you super flustered.)

-You were more stressed than usual the week of, and Marilyn of course noticed. She didn't let you spend all your time studying, and she definitely made sure you'd get a good night's sleep along with you eating 3 meals a day and at least 3 glasses of water with that (She'd only let you have one energy drink a day).

-The day of your exam, she kissed you on your cheek before leaving to go to work, sending you a bunch of messages of encouragement and a promise of a nice bath when you got back.

-Once you got home, you were surprised to find out that she didn't give you a bath, but a whole self-care night with your favorite takeout meal(s) <3.

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

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dopenightmaretyphoon · 5 months

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★★★𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢★★★

Character: Marilyn Thornhill

Requester: @batlove4ever

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/A

Genre: Headcanons

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting batlove4ever! Loved writing this! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 0.5k

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-Marilyn already knew about your upcoming exam, and she was happy to help you, despite your resistance to it.

-She'd set up study hours after dinner and would constantly check up on you in-between working on papers for her students along with grading their assignments.

-She'd also look into the course material you were studying, and she would occasionally send you text messages of trivia questions to help you study along with giving you some flashcards.

-The nights would consist of the two of you watching TV together while Marilyn talked about her day, smiling at the sight of you looking at her with wonderous eyes.

-If you had any stress about the assignment, you best believe it Marilyn would give you a pep talk she always gave to her students before they'd take a test in her class.

-The day of your exam, she kissed you on your cheek before leaving to go to work, sending you a bunch of messages of encouragement and a promise of a nice bath when you got back.

-Once you got home, you were surprised to find out that she didn't give you a bath, but a whole self-care night with your favorite takeout meal(s) <3.

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

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dopenightmaretyphoon · 5 months

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★★★𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Requester: @batlove4ever

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/A

Genre: Headcanons

A/n: Thanks for requesting batlove4ever!! Loved writing this!! (ALSO THIS GIF IS SO HOT)

Word count: 0.5k

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-Morticia would be confused on why you were suddenly tossing and turning around in your large bed even with her in the bed in you, she had gotten the comfiest mattress for you just to make sure her cuervo was comfortable and would get a good night's rest while she was away watching the moon until 3am.

-She sent Thing to spy on you whenever you would disappear into the library, promising him a day off if he collected information on why you were so tired yet not getting any sleep at the same time

-The moment Thing brought back the news of your upcoming exam at Nevermore University, she immediately saw all the pieces falling together. Your sudden lack of eating, spending more time in the library, staying up later, and even pushing down a date with the excuse of being tired (Which she understood).

-You were confused as she started holding you tighter when you were cuddling together, and you got even more confused when you would catch Thing handing you glasses of water throughout the day.

-That night when you didn't come to bed, Morticia immediately knew that you were still in the library, and so she stood up and made her way down the hallway to the room you currently occupied.

-She called out to you as she sneaked up behind you, placing her hand on your stack of books as she tapped her nails against the hardback, startling you.

-You immediately looked at the clock, internally cursing yourself for how long you had been studying. When she asked you what was going on, you explained everything (after some prodding from the older woman).

-She guided you back to bed, massaging your shoulders once you had comfortably buried yourself in her body.

-The next day, she woke you up with Thing carrying breakfast on a nice silver tray and told you that she would be helping you study.

-After breakfast, she brought you to the library and closed the curtains so that no light other than her candles was in the room.

-She told you that you would be studying for 25 minutes, and then take a 5-minute break, as the therapist at Wednesday's school had talked about to the young girl (Despite Wednesday not giving two shits).

-She'd accompany you, reading her own horror novels and snipping roses of stems and making sure you took a break when you were supposed to and drank water.

-Wednesday would occasionally come in, rolling her eyes at her mother's sappy nature towards you.

-Once the exam date came, your girlfriend wouldn't stop peppering your face with kisses, telling you that when you got home, the two of you could watch all of your favorite movies and Thing would be your personal maid for the rest of the night.

-And when you got home, she fulfilled that promise <3

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

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