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thelesbianalien · 11 months

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crossed wires, pt5.

summary: melissa's getting a bit bolder when you finally move in. warnings: none.

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Saturday morning.

It only takes two cars to pack up your belongings, Janine, Melissa and you in one, the other holding Jacob, Barbara and Gregory.

You’d tried to trade with Barbara, until Jacob mentioned something about gardening and then you’d lost your chance completely. Janine had kept looking at you weirdly all morning, sometimes even catching her when she thought you weren’t looking. You weren’t sure what to think of it, but it was starting to make you nervous.

Melissa insisted you sit in the front but you’d made an excuse about car sickness and the back being easier. Really you just didn’t want to sit in front of Melissa knowing her eyes would be burning into you. You’re not sure how you were going to survive living with her after the glimmer of hope she’d given you. But you push it from your mind for now.

The car ride starts off quiet, Melissa fidgeting with the radio before finding a clear station as the tune plays throughout the car until Janine’s speaking.

“So… this is fun, right? I didn’t actually know you two were this close.”

You see Melissa’s head shift at that as your eyes lock with Janine’s in the rearview mirror.

“Uh…What do you mean?”

“You gotta be pretty close to move in with each other.”

“She’s not moving in.” “I’m not moving in.” You and Melissa both speak at once, your face unable to stop itself from going a dark shade of red.

“See! You two do that a lot. Like you’re always on the same page.” Janine’s brows pull together as she focuses back on the road and you shift closer to the window to avoid finding her gaze again.

Though you’re not sure you agreed with her when you weren’t sure which page Melissa was ever on. Especially right now.

“Melissa’s just kind enough to let me stay.” Shrugging as you try to maintain the skipping in your pulse.

“Yeah, what she said.”

“Yeah, see. I thought that too. And then I realized if Jacob and I were in y/n’s position I don’t think you’d be offering to let either of us stay.”

You almost choke on the air that spills out as you feel your face getting flushed. Nobody else was supposed to notice that, you’d already thought about it long before you tried crossing the line with Melissa. There was always something more hanging between you two, Melissa had always treated you differently to Janine and Jacob.

“Can hardly let a pregnant woman be homeless.” Melissa adds as you feel your shoulders relax. That sounded believable.

“You and Barbara already knew that too. That’s interesting.”

“Not really.” You shrug, leaning closer to the window.

“And the other night I realized you two are always together.”

“The other night?” Melissa asks, both you and her looking at each other confused.

“When we were helping y/n pack. You and y/n worked pretty well in the kitchen…”

“Yeah, cause you put us together.” Melissa adds, arms folding across her chest. “What exactly are you implying here, Janine?” Melissa’s brows pull together as she keeps a far better composure than you currently were.

“Uh… is there something…are you two?” Janine tries to speak clearly despite the internal panic spreading through her.

“Are we what?” You could feel your pulse quickening and your face growing more and more red waiting for Janine to speak.

“Together?”

“Wha–” “No?” You and Melissa speak at once again, both cutting each other off as she looks back at you for a moment.

“Can’t people be friends?” You frown at Melissa’s words as you try to not take that to heart.

“They can…” Janine trails off, side eyeing Melissa for a moment.

“Look, Janine. Whatever you think you’ve conjured up in that little mind of yours I’d quit while you’re ahead. There ain’t nothing going on between me and the kid.” You’d have believed Melissa if she hadn’t been looking at you with a look in her eyes that told you she thought otherwise and was only saying it for Janine’s benefit. Which only made your heart thump harder and faster.

You still weren’t sure where either of you stood after Melissa had practically asked you to move in with her after telling you that maybe her mind had changed and she wanted all of this.

“I can’t believe you thought there was something going on between us.” You awkwardly laugh, not sounding completely believable.

“Right, yeah. How silly of me.” Janine lets out a small laugh, though she didn’t believe a word either of you said which only confirmed her suspicions further.

“You say some strange things, hon.” Melissa almost snorts, her eyes shining at you for a moment before she’s facing the front.

“Is it that strange? Weirder things have happened. I mean y/n is moving in with you.”

“She’s not moving in.” Melissa speaks before you get the chance to.

“Why don’t we change the subject to something more real?” You finally take the plunge and look in the rearview mirror to catch Janine’s sight.

She frowns at you before focusing on the road. “Right... Um, Are you getting excited for the baby?”

Trust Janine to only choose topics that you didn’t want to talk about right now. You’re just glad the surroundings were starting to look familiar which meant you’d be at Melissa’s soon.

“I haven’t really had a chance to let it sink in yet.” You shrug, being honest. You’d had too much on your mind and too much to do that you’d not even taken the time to stop and take in what was happening.

“When did you find out?”

“Uh… like a week or so again? The move kinda took over.” And Melissa. But you can’t say that out loud without completely outing whatever was going on between you and Melissa.

“Oh, wow. Kinda sorry we know now.”

You shake your head smiling. “Between you and Jacob the excitement is pretty infectious.” They’d not stopped talking about it since finding out, already asking if they could throw you a baby shower and planning much too far in advance that you had to excuse yourself multiple times.

You and Janine get lost talking about all things baby that you miss Melissa’s glistening eyes listening and taking in how content and happy you looked. Melissa eventually averts her attention when Janine pulls up outside her house. You have to stop your heart from hammering fast when the redhead comes round to open your door, Janine giving her an odd look before Melissa snaps her fingers to get a move on. There’s no denying the blush creeping up not only your face, but Melissa’s too.

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After everything’s been stored away you all end up huddled around Melissa’s table for lunch.

You’d wanted to thank everyone in some way for helping you, so Melissa suggested lunch. You weren’t expecting her to cook though, already looking at delivery apps before she’d taken your phone off you and said it was no problem and that it’d be better – which it was, it was Melissa’s cooking after all and that never failed.

After Jacob and Zach leave you watch Barbara head off with Janine and try not to audibly groan. You just hoped she didn’t ask Barbara the same things she’d asked you and Melissa.

It’s not until the other two women have left does the silence and Melissa’s company finally dawn on you.

This is what it was going to be like for the next while.

You both move around each other in the kitchen as you place dishes in the sink.

“Thanks for lunch and yanno… letting me stay.” You shrug, still unsure how to properly act around her.

“Don’t worry about it. Hey, you don’t have to do the dishes.” Melissa flashes you a smile as she comes to stand behind you.

“You cooked, it’s only fair I clean.” You glance at her briefly, your heart skipping as she grins at you before you’re tending back to cleaning the plates. “I promise I won’t stay long, just until I find a place.”

Melissa has to bite her tongue for a moment, stopping herself from saying what she really wants to say. “You can stay as long as you need to. There’s no rush. I like the company.” She shrugs as your pulse skips at that and then again when you feel her hand against your hip as she reaches round for the dish.

“Why don’t you let me finish cleaning up and you go get yourself settled?”

Your chest lifts as you remember to breathe and let Melissa take the dish from you knowing you’d have dropped it if she didn’t. You swallow before nodding.

“I… ok. How about I make dinner and clean up too since you did lunch?” You’re not sure why you feel so nervous, maybe because Melissa was still hovering behind you, the feel of her hand still against your hip as you slowly step away from her.

“You don’t–” Melissa goes to speak but you quickly cut her off.

“And you can’t say I don't have to, because I know. I want to.”

Melissa places the dish back in the sink as she dries her hand and throws the dishcloth over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling as she smirks at you and nods.

“Alright, hon. C’mon, I’ll help you bring your things up.”

You stand there once Melissa leaves the room before finally letting out the breath you’d been holding as you try to figure out how you were supposed to survive when you could hardly think straight.

Once you pull yourself together and grab your bags to head up the stairs, you stop looking down the small hallway. Although you’d seen Melissa’s bedroom and knew exactly where that was… you didn’t know the layout of her home or where the other bedroom was.

Melissa wasn’t sure whether you were nervous or not, but her hand comes to the small of your back as she gently pushes you forward. “This way, sweetheart.”

You try to process that pet name as she guides you to the left and opens the door to the room, switching on the light as she places your bags down.

“Bathroom’s down the hall on the left. I’ve cleared space in the closet and drawers for you, so make yourself at home.” Melissa lets out an awkward breath as her hands slide into her front pockets looking at you.

You nod slightly as you take in the guest bedroom. It matched the decor to the rest of the house, and also smelled like Melissa which only made it that much harder for you.

“I won’t be here long.” You shake your head, missing the hurt on Melissa’s face as she passes you.

“However long you’re here, it can't be fun to live outta bags. Space is there whether you use it or not.” She grabs hold of the doorknob before turning to face you.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. Take your time, ‘m sure you want some space.” She nods at you before closing the door and leaving you to it.

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Saturday night.

After you’d unpacked a few items of clothing you swore you were going to rest your eyes for a minute or two as you lay on top of the bed.

But then you’d woken up in the dark with the blanket covering you and you weren’t sure how much time had passed.

Last you’d checked it was just after one, once you grab your phone you almost fall out of bed seeing the time say 5.30pm.

Had you really been asleep for almost five hours?

You feel a little dazed as you change from jeans to sweats before heading downstairs to find Melissa. The smell from the kitchen has you flocking there immediately as you’re met with the sight of the redhead moving about her kitchen, hair up in a messy ponytail as her eyes light up sensing your presence.

“Well look who's finally up.” She lets out a small laugh as you feel your cheeks darken.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You shrug, slowly moving further into the kitchen as Melissa shakes her head.

“Don’t worry about it. Was a busy morning, can hardly blame ya.”

“Why didn’t you wake me? I was supposed to make dinner.” You try not to pout at that.

“‘Cause you looked too cute…” Melissa pauses then, realizing what she’s said as her face flushes. “You looked peaceful and like you needed it. Wasn’t gonna disturb that. Then it got a bit late so I thought I might as well make a start on dinner. Oh, by the way I’m gonna need a list of what you can and can’t stomach ‘cause I will be offended if you hate anything I make.”

Melissa speaks too much and too fast that it’s hard for your brain to register half of what she’s said before she’s going onto the next thing. So it had been Melissa that put the blanket over you and turned off the lights. You try not to let your stomach flutter before your stomach is grumbling and interrupting your thoughts.

“I’ll cook tomorrow then, and I’ll still do the dishes tonight since you wouldn’t let me at lunch.”

Melissa gives you a look then, but you raise your brow at her that she can’t help but crack a grin. “Normally that’d be a deal, but the third Sunday of every month is family dinner.”

“Third? Why every third?”

“If I knew the answer to that I wouldn't be going every third of the month.” She almost snorts, tending back to the stove.

“That seems normal.” You can’t help but tease as Melissa rolls her eyes at you, sticking her tongue into her gums to suppress her grin. “Do you host?”

“Fuck no, not if I wanna keep my sanity. I go for the food and my nonna. And the booze, but details.” She shrugs as you watch and listen to her, a small smile playing on your lips without realizing.

“Ok so I’ll cook the night after that.”

“Deal.” Melissa looks over her shoulder at you then, catching you already looking in her direction as you quickly look away feeling your cheeks go dark. “Pen and paper is over there.” She cocks her head to the right and your brows pull together.

“Pen and paper?”

“The list, hon.”

“Uh..” You hadn’t been completely paying attention to what she’d said before, still trying to process the images inside your head of Melissa finding you asleep and dragging the blanket over you to keep you warm.

“Weren’t you listening? What you can and can’t stomach.”

“Right! That list. Got it. Baby brain.” You shrug then, letting out an awkward laugh as you move to grab the pen and notepad. It was more Melissa on your mind than anything else, but you weren’t going to give her that satisfaction, at least, not until you knew what was going on between you two.

You complete your list and maintain small talk with spurts of silence till Melissa is serving up dinner. The faint music coming from the record player added to the scraping of cutlery.

“Melissa?”

The redhead moves her gaze to you, lifting her brows at you, her mouth currently occupied with food.

You’d been waiting for the right moment to ask Melissa what was going on between you two, a week ago you’d had hope that got crushed and now you were getting back that small glimmer of hope. Taking a deep breath you focus on Melissa and try to ignore the hammering inside your chest.

“What did you mean earlier today?”

“Which part?”

“In the car with Janine you said there wasn’t anything going on but the look you gave me…”

Melissa doesn’t expect the question, but keeps her composure nonetheless as she swallows and drops her gaze down to her plate.

“You two are bold with your questions today.” She lets out a breath as she reaches for her glass to take a small sip.

“She was kinda right tho. You wouldn’t let her or Jacob stay.”

Her chest lifts as she puts her cutlery down and leans back slightly to give you her full attention. There was no point in beating around the bush when you were pretty much living with her. You’re not sure you could deal with not knowing what to say or how to act around Melissa with the mixed signals she kept giving you.

“‘Course I wouldn’t let either of them stay.” She says it casually, as though it was obvious. Which, clearly it was to everyone else and not just you or Melissa.

“Why?”

“I think you know why, y/n.”

“I actually don’t. I-I don’t know where you and I stand right now.”.

Melissa’s sigh is much too audible as she reaches her hand across the table, tapping her nails to get your attention as you look to her hand then her.

“Why don’t we take it one day at a time?” Her brows pull together as her hand turns over and you pull your own brows together as you slowly reach out to take her hand.

You can’t help the stutter in your breath when you suck in, Melissa’s fingers wrapping round yours as she gently squeezes.

“I don’t know what that means, Mel.”

“It means… I don’t know where we stand right now either. But maybe we can meet somewhere in the middle?”

“What’s in the middle? ‘Cause last you were telling me this isn't what you wanted.” You say, gesturing to yourself as Melissa’s hand squeezes yours again and makes your pulse skip faster.

“You said today you haven’t properly processed all this. You can’t expect me to process it before you even have.”

Listening to Melissa you can’t help but nod slightly. “I mean, I wouldn’t have taken me to bed if-”

Melissa turns your palm over before placing her other hand on top of yours.

“I shouldn’t have done that… I should’ve said something sooner. You just… Any rational sane thoughts fly out the window the second you’re around.”

Your cheeks can’t help but heat up as your mouth fights with the smile threatening to bloom. “So I make you crazy? Cause that’s pretty much what you do to me.”

Melissa pulls her lips together as she begins to run her fingers over yours.

“I guess that makes us even.”

The silence fills the space again as your hand grows warm between Melissa’s.

“How do I know you’ll feel the same next week?”

There’s no missing the hitch in Melissa’s breathing when her chest lifts.

“I’m not exactly young. And I’ve been divorced.” She almost lets slip ‘but when you know, you know’. Holding herself back as her hands squeeze yours instead.

“Your age or marital status doesn’t exactly bother me.”

Her hand lifts from yours momentarily to wave in the air as Melissa shakes her head. “I wasn’t done. Point is, you get to my age. It feels like all or nothing. And if you haven’t noticed, I kinda panic when it comes to commitment. Joe fucked with that so it’s hard sometimes. But you have always been so different, might’ve been a bit in denial at that.”

You didn’t need to ask when, when you could still replay Melissa’s face when you first tried to kiss her. But you could also see how open and honest she was that you were starting to understand Melissa a bit more. She wanted it, but didn’t know if she could allow herself after being burned before. While you’d been processing your own feelings, so had Melissa. Except she’d not always been so keen on admitting what she felt was more than just some stupid little crush.

You were a breath of fresh air to Melissa. You’d only been at Abbott for under a year, but Melissa couldn’t pinpoint why she felt drawn to you. At first she thought maybe she just wanted to fight you, until it dawned on her the type of fighting she’d rather do did not involve blood or fists. But it took overhearing Ava telling Gregory how obvious his crush on Janine was, listing off everything that Melissa connected to you. She felt mortified for crushing on a younger woman. She’d tried to deny what she felt, running two classes at once took up most thinking time, along with Gary appearing and merging himself into her life.

You squeeze Melissa’s hand, your pulse continuing to skip hard and fast. “So… one day at a time?”

Her shoulders shrug as she retracts one hand, keeping the other holding yours as she picks her fork back up. “One day at a time.”

—

Sunday.

You spend most of your Sunday viewing a property, immediately noticing the shift in Melissa’s body when you’d mentioned you’d be viewing a property and only when you’d returned had she perked up telling her about the twenty levels you’d gone up after finding out there was no elevator.

You were already getting used to being around Melissa more and it hadn’t even been a full 24 hours yet, but you couldn’t help but a feel a little bit giddy inside Melissa’s home, especially when she starts getting ready to head out for Family dinner. You hadn’t properly looked at the photographs that decorated the walls or the various decor Melissa had. It wasn’t being nosy, right?

“You gonna be ok on here?” She’s not looking at you as she puts one of her hoops in her ear before grabbing her bag from the floor.

You can’t help but let your eyes gloss over her body as she moves about the room.

“I am an adult, Mel. Or would you rather I call a babysitter?” You muse, watching the redhead glance at you briefly as her eyes almost darken, catching your eyes snapping up quickly.

“Might need one.” She smirks at you before disappearing into the kitchen as you let out a small breath feeling your face flush.

“But I’ll be ok.” You call out to her as you turn your attention back to your book.

“I might be home a bit late.” You try to ignore the stutter in your chest when Melissa says home, of course she’d call it that when it was exactly that. But it still did things to you nonetheless. “Don’t feel like you gotta wait up for me.”

“And miss a second of beauty sleep? Doubt it.”

“Like you need anymore.” Melissa laughs as you feel your face go darker.

“Sleep?”

“No, beauty you gavone.” She shakes her head at you as you try to remember how to properly breathe while Melissa toys with how to say goodbye - did she kiss you? Could she do that? “Ok, cya.” She nods as you give her an odd look.

—

You’re still curled up on the couch with your book by the time Melissa gets home.

“Hey, you’re still up.”

Melissa’s face was flushed as she grins at you, you could smell the booze radiating off her but somehow her signature scene was still more overpowering that you couldn’t help but almost feel drunk.

“Hey, It’s only…” You turn to glance at the clock before your brows pull together. “Oh.”

Last time you looked it was only 9pm and you’d told yourself one more chapter, now it was 11.40pm.

“Guess I got caught up in the book. How was it?” You brush it off as you let out a small breath, leaning forward as you close your book and place it on the coffee table. You may have been invested in it, but truthfully you just didn’t want to admit to Melissa you’d stayed up to make sure she got home safe and sound and reading made the time go by faster.

“Mhm, yeah it was how it always is. Most were on their best behavior.” She laughs slightly and your brows pull together watching her. “I’m actually glad you’re still up.”

Your heart skips watching Melissa shrug her jacket off before coming to sit beside you.

“Yeah?”

Melissa’s eyes briefly drop to your mouth and you can’t help but grow weak before she’s closing the gap between you. Her hands come to your face as her mouth moves against yours, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth that has a whimper escaping from your mouth at the sudden passion and urgency as Melissa pulls you into her lap.

“Fuck, Mel–slow down.” You tried to not groan at the warmth already spreading through your body as you lean away from Melissa, the lingering taste of liquor and cream prominent from Melissa’s tongue.

“Sorry. Mhm, I’m actually not. I’ve been wanting to do that since the last time.”

Your whole body almost tenses as you try to process what Melissa’s words were doing to you.

“Is this just the booze talking?”

Melissa’s head shakes, brows pulling together as her hands come to rest against your hips.

“No, I mean it definitely helps.”

You try not to roll your eyes, lifting your hand as you move your thumb to wipe at the smeared lipstick on Melissa.

Her mouth shifts to kiss your thumb, almost wrapping her lips around before you drop your hand give her a look.

“What has gotten into you?” You almost laugh, somewhat enjoying a tipsy Melissa.

Her hands gently slide up and down your thighs as she takes in your neck and cleavage while you try to focus on anything but what she was putting your body through.

“My cousin, he’s having a kid too.” Her shoulders lift as you listen to her, unable to help the confusion that sweeps across your face.

“Ok?”

“He was gettin’ all serious asking me if he thought he’d make a good dad and then he yanno, drunk as ever, said a few things to me that got me thinking.” She lets out a breath then, leaning back into the couch as she tries to relax.

Your pulse only grows the longer the silence stretches on, but you could tell Melissa was preparing her thoughts, so you lift your fingers to play with her necklaces.

“He said I’d make a good one, that I’d love and protect the shit outta them.” Melissa’s mouth twitches, her face softening as you feel your chest growing tighter.

“Make a good what?” You’re not sure if you spoke your thoughts out loud, your heart thumping away in your ears as you take in what Melissa is saying.

Melissa gives you a look at that, her brow slowly lifting. “You know what.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as you looked away from Melissa momentarily. “He’s right, your cousin. You would.”

“He said you’d say that.”

She’d escaped outside only to run into her cousin Matteo, the pair ended up sharing a flask tossing things back and forth under the stars before he’d dropped the serious question. He’d asked her to keep it on the down low, which meant he definitely owed her and gave her something to use against him if need be.

“Huh?

“Matty, my cousin. I told him about you. About the kid. He seemed to think you’d agree with him on that.” Honestly, she’d never been that open with her cousin before, but something about the moment between the two of them and the shared vulnerability.

“I did feel my ears burning before.” You mumble as Melissa lets out a laugh, but you couldn’t figure out what to say let alone think when all you were now imagining was Melissa telling her family about you.

“I think I’d be horrible at it, all of it. But the more I get to know you, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than here with you.”

Melissa looks at you then and you swear you could see something swimming in her eyes. s fill with tears and you quickly close your eyes.

“Mel…”

“Maybe we can… give this a go. You, me… the kid. I know I said one day at a time but it can still be that”

“You’re going to be the death of me.” You let out a breath as tears spill, Melissa’s hands quickly lifting to your face as she wipes them away.

“Don’t cry, hon.” You shake your head in her hands as she pulls you in to kiss you softly and you can’t help but melt into her.

“I’m hormonal, I can’t help it. Especially when you say shit like that.” You speak in between kisses as your fingers lose themselves in red hair.

“Say shit like what?” Her fingers dig into your hips that you almost shift forward.

“Drunk thoughts you might regret in the morning.”

“Drunk thoughts are sober thoughts, and I won’t..” Her head shakes at you as you slowly peel yourself from Melissa.

Your phone goes off then but you ignore it as you hold your hand out to Melissa who pulls her brows together before finally taking your hand and letting you pull her up.

“Then you’ll tell me all this in the morning when I know you’re not running on adrenaline.”

“You really wanna have this convo on the drive to work?” Melissa snorts as her hands come to your hips, leaning in to kiss your cheek as you feel your eyes flutter closed for a moment.

“Beggars can’t be choosers.”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?” Melissa asks as you shake your head and she almost groans and you lean in then to kiss Melissa one last time before pulling away from her.

“Goodnight, Schemmenti.” You rub your lips together as you grab your book and phone, feeling much too giddy inside that you need to get away from Melissa before you start grinning like a maniac.

“Night, love.”

That does things to you as you try to ignore the feeling of your heart wanting to burst at everything Melissa was saying and doing to you.

Once you’ve given yourself a few minutes to relish in how happy you were starting to feel you start getting ready for bed. Plugging in your phone has the screen lighting up as you see the (1) new voicemail on display.

If it was the property manager calling, there’s no way you’d even accept living there.

What you’re met with instead is a man’s voice, one that has the smile wiped from your face and your heart in your stomach as the voice becomes increasingly familiar as you finally gain a name to the man you’d slept with.

Matteo.

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thelesbianalien · 11 months

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i actually do not believe that just happened

*spoilers for secret invasion in tags

#maria hill #she can’t be #i feel like she’s not actually though #i can’t tell if that’s just me being delusional though #secret invasion #imdb said she’s in six episodes so i’m gonna believe she’s okay until i see something different #anyways she’s definitely still alive <3 #stan maria hill #i’m so gay for her

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thelesbianalien · 11 months

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nobody talk to me I’m in mourning

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thelesbianalien · 11 months

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ABBOTT ELEMENTARY 🍎S02E09 “Sick Day”

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thelesbianalien · 11 months

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📷 TYLER JAMES WILLIAMS, SHERYL LEE RALPH & LISA ANN WALTER for The Wrap (comedy series issue, June 2023)

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thelesbianalien · 11 months

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so hot you're hurting my feelings.

summary: jacob holds a karaoke night and you set out to impress melissa. warnings: none.

“Mhm, so you can pick out any song and they even provide you with props!” Jacob’s buzzing with excitement as he scrolls through each picture from the venue.

“Jacob, slow down – I can hardly see.” You laugh, swiping his phone from him quickly as you scroll back a few to properly take in the karaoke bar.

“And I’ve got a whole room booked, so there won’t be any random faces when you look off the stage.”

“The stage?!” You don’t mean for your voice to be so loud, startling not only Jacob and yourself, but the two older women that have just entered the break room.

“You good there, kid?” Melissa’s voice has your head snapping in her direction, your mouth immediately grinning at her.

“Hey, yeah. Jacob was just showing me something.” It’s almost forgotten as you drop Jacob’s phone into his lap and rise from the couch you’d been sitting on as you flock over to Barb and Melissa.

“Morning Barb.” You flash her a smile, not wanting to make it look utterly obvious at how much you followed Melissa around like a lost puppy.

“Morning, dear.” But Barb noticed, of course she did. Looking between you and Melissa with an arched brow.

“What’s he showing you this time?” You slip into the seat beside Melissa and almost jump when Jacob smacks his hands down abruptly on the table.

“A karaoke bar!” He beams with excitement, already turning his phone around to swipe through each image that neither Melissa or Barb have considered to look at.

“Did somebody say karaoke bar?” Ava walks in and you can’t help but glance at the clock, she was early for once.

“You’re early.” You tease as Ava doesn’t bother turning to look at you.

“Drinking, singing, all the fun you could possibly imagine! You get a whole room to yourself with a stage and props! You wanna come?”

“It’s Friday, I’m always early to say goodbye to this place for a few days.” She answers your question first. “And do karaoke with you losers? Please, I have better things to do with my time.” Rolling her eyes, grabbing the sugar to pour into her cup.

“It’s at that new bar on fifth, Mesmerise.”

Ava’s ears perk up at that, snapping her head around as she eyes Jacob for a moment. “You mean the club that’s had lines for the last several weeks that even they won’t let me into? What the hell, am I in some alternate reality? How’d you get an invite?”

“Zach knows one of the owners and booked a room for us. Y/n and Janine are already in, it won’t take too much convincing with Gregory.” Jacob shrugs, already looking back at his phone as Ava walks up behind him, swiping his phone out of his hands as he glances at the camera. “Can everyone stop taking my phone from me.” He sighs as Ava scrolls before handing his phone back.

“Fine, you can count me in. But only ‘cause I’ve been dying to get inside that club and let them see who Ava Coleman really is. Don’t expect me to sing carols or whatever with you though, that ain’t my style.” Jacob’s clapping with excitement as Ava shoots him a look and he quickly stops, composing himself as he nods at her.

“What about you two?” Jacob looks to the older women.

“Oh–” Barbara is cut off by Melissa speaking.

“If the kids in, Barb and I are too.” She cocks her head at you while looking directly at Jacob and you can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up.

“Oh, are we now?” Barbara gives Melissa a curious look who merely shrugs at her.

“Yeah, I wanna see how much this one can sing while wasted.” Her thumb points at you as she grins to herself.

“If I’m singing then so are you, Schemmenti.” You give it back to her, almost poking your tongue out before stopping yourself.

“Yeah right, sweetheart. If I’m coming it’s for the booze and to watch you two bozo’s make a fool outta yourselves.” Her words are playful as she smirks at you, the air becoming thick that it doesn’t go unnoticed between Barbara and Jacob who share a look.

“Well I think you’re gonna be pleasantly surprised. At least with me, sorry Jacob. I can’t vouch for you.” You give him an apologetic look as he feigns shock.

“Ok, listen I know Zach wouldn’t let me be part of the Abbott group but that’s simply because I am too powerful all on my own.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” You tease, poking his arm as he frowns at you.

“Are plus ones allowed? Gerald does love a good karaoke.” Barbara adds, looking to Jacob who’s grinning again.

“Yeah, I remember when you two got up and sang ‘I got you babe’.” Melissa grins, shaking her head as she sips from her coffee.

“Oh my god, yes! Oh, I can’t wait to meet the lovely Mr. Howard. This is going to be so exciting!” Jacob’s fantasizing as he clasps his hands together and looks off in the distance.

“Calm down, Mr. Hill.” Barbara warns as he nods at her and tries to contain his excitement.

“You bringing Gary, Melissa?” Your heart almost sinks at Barbara’s question, an uncomfortable lump finding itself lodged in your throat.

You forgot all about Gary. Truthfully, you’d forgotten Melissa was even in a relationship when the one between you two hadn’t changed or altered.

You still teased one another, still looked at each other just a bit too long for it to be labeled platonic, and there was no denying the amount of excuses you both made to simply be near one another. Whether in the break room or during staff meetings. You two were always side by side, casually fixing up items of clothing or messy hair. Bringing coffee or baked goods. To the outside eye you could very easily pass for two women in love, but to both of you – it was friendly, strictly colleagues forming a bond.

Barbara doesn’t miss the way your face sinks or the way you get up without warning to grab your coffee cup you’d discarded on the coffee table from where you and Jacob had been sitting earlier.

Melissa’s brows furrow, shooting Barb a look before glancing at you briefly. “I’ll have to ask him, doubt karaoke is his thing.” She shrugs, forcing herself to look away from you.

“Oh, this is perfect! A couples night! I’ll bring Zach along, Barb will have her man and so will Melissa. Janine and Gregory can pair up, which leaves–” Jacob trails off as he looks at you.

“Which leaves Ava and I to couple up. Unless she brings somebody or doesn’t show, then I’ll be the only single one. Scratch that, technically Gregory and Janine aren’t dating. So I won’t be the only loner.” You snort, sounding far too defeated.

You’d been so excited earlier at the prospect of singing something in front of Melissa that would convey how you feel but not be increasingly obvious to those around you that you were merely singing to and for Melissa. Now you know you’ll need to be filled to the brim with booze so you could sing anything in front of Melissa and her man.

You didn’t hate Gary, he was nice enough – and he made Melissa happy, wasn’t that all that mattered? You could suck up your own feelings if it meant Melissa was loved and happy.

But there’s no denying the disappointment in knowing you’ll be singing in front of Melissa cuddled up to her man.

“I actually need to sort out this science quiz for my students, I’ll catch you guys later. Send me the details, Jacob.” You shrug, not bothering to look at anyone as you leave the breakroom.

—

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” Melissa’s arms are folded as she leans against the wall just outside Barb’s classroom.

“Hm?” Barb asks, unlocking her classroom.

“Asking about plus ones! Gary?”

“That poor girl has got it very bad for you, Melissa. I see the way she follows you around and looks at you…” Barbara huffs, shooting her friend a look as she enters her classroom, flicking on the light and heading to her desk that Melissa follows her to.

“Okay, whoa. Y/n does not–.”

“I am not hearing the excuses, Melissa. Y/n does like you, and so does Gary. It’s not fair for you to play them both.” She speaks and looks to her friend with care, concern far too evident in Barb’s features as she gives Melissa an understanding look. “I know the last thing you want to do is hurt anybody. But you said yes to Gary, it’s not fair to keep leading Y/n on.”

“I’m not… leading her on. We’re friends.” Melissa shrugs, but she’s unable to look at Barb, staring off somewhere as she starts thinking about you and the way you’d removed yourself the second Gary was brought up. Melissa sighs, hands coming to her face as she leans on the edge of Barb’s desk. “I’m screwing this all up, Barb.” Her voice is quieter than usual and Barb can’t help but sigh, coming round to give Melissa a warm hug.

You’re passing by the classrooms to quickly photocopy more test papers when you walk by Barbara’s classroom and catch the sight of red in an embrace. Your heart drops, feet backpedaling as you’re unable to help yourself before knuckles collide with the door. “Hey, everything ok?”

Barb and Melissa pull themselves apart at the knock and your voice. You only catch sight of Melissa wiping something from her eyes and looking off out the window that moves you further inside, only stopping when Barbara meets you halfway.

“Mel?” You try glancing over Barb’s shoulder but there’s no use when the other was facing away from you. “Is she ok?”

“She will be. You worry about that science test, I’ve got her.” She squeezes your shoulders, giving you a comforting smile that all you can do is nod back at her and turn on your heels, trying to suppress whatever it was starting to fizzle beneath your chest at the state of Melissa and her unable to look at you when majority of the time she was the first one you looked to.

Once Barb knows you’re gone and not hanging around to eavesdrop, she closes her classroom door and turns back to face Melissa.

“She really cares, doesn’t she?” Melissa looks and sounds so small as Barb walks back over to her, hand coming to rest against her shoulder as she squeezes gently.

“She’s also a big girl, Melissa. She knows you’re with Gary. But it probably doesn’t help that you’re always flirting and touching her. I mean, how would you feel if another woman was all over Gary?”

Barb’s question has Melissa pondering for a moment before swallowing hard. “I…”

“You’d find some guy you know or beat the poor woman up yourself.” Barb laughs slightly and Melissa’s shaking her head as she stands up.

“I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t care, Barb. I’d–” Her chest lifts, the realisation washing over her. “I’d use that as an excuse and break up with him.”

“Oh.” Barb cocks her head. Letting a second pass before she’s asking differently. “And if it was y/n instead?”

“I’d break both their arms for even looking at her that way. Hell, I almost threw my coffee at the barista last week for putting her number on y/n’s drink.” She groans at herself, hands coming to drag down her face.

“Oh you have got it very very bad, Melissa Schemmenti.” Barb looks at her, almost shaking her head. “You need to be honest with yourself and figure out who you really want to be with. If it’s not Gary, let the poor man go, Melissa. If it’s y/n, you better hope you break it off with Gary before you go messing with her head and lose any chance of being with her.”

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You don’t catch Melissa at lunch, busy watching over students catching up on sleep and reading as you sit at your desk and quietly grade papers.

Your door is left open for any students to come and go as they please, but there’s no missing the heels moving down the hall that catch your ears and have you looking to the door for confirmation.

You watch a flash of red pass and you quickly glance at your students. They’ll be fine for… a minute or two. You decide, not wanting to disturb them as you carefully leave and go after Melissa.

“Hey.” You call out just before she turns the corner, stopping in her heels as she looks over her shoulder at you, a small smile twitching.

“Hey.” She nods at you as you walk towards her.

“You ok? You seemed… upset earlier this morning.” You play with your nails looking at Melissa who stares back at you softly.

“Uh… yeah, just… figuring a few things out. Yanno?”

You nod your head, glancing down momentarily. You’re not sure what to ask, but there’s no denying the curiosity and questions sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“You’re sweet to care.”

You lift your head at Melissa’s words, brows furrowing slightly as you cock your head. “Why wouldn’t I care?” It’s you. You almost say.

“It’s just nice, knowing someone cares.” She almost shrugs and you’re not sure if she’s nervous or has too much on her mind.

“I’m not the only one who cares. I mean, you have Gary.” You try to force it out, lips curling into a smile that barely reaches your eyes.

“Yeah… yeah.” Melissa nods, chewing on her inner gum before looking at you. “Actually, uh–Gary’s sweet and all, but we’re not really working out…”

There’s no denying the hope and confusion in your features as you blink at Melissa. “Oh?” Is all you can manage as you clear your throat.

He’s not you. Melissa wants to say, about to reach out and grab your arm until a voice down the hall catches both your attention.

“Miss L/n? Pedro threw up on the rug.”

Any burning curiosity is quickly replaced with your attention directed at your students. “Crap. I’m so sorry, I gotta take care of this.” You reach out to squeeze Melissa’s arm before jolting down the hall.

“Where on the rug? In the middle or far enough we can still sit on it?” You’re half bending down to speak to the child that takes your hand and walks you back into your classroom.

Melissa’s heart tugs watching the interaction between you and the child.

—

The bell goes, signaling the end of the school day as you walk your students out to pick up.

In a world of your own thinking about the karaoke night, Melissa and Gary and them not working out (what did that entail?), and what you should probably pick up to have for dinner tonight before you’re filled with more booze than you can stomach.

You’re interrupted by somebody tapping your shoulder and you turn in a hurry, posture softening upon seeing Melissa.

“Hey you.” You don’t mean to sound so cheerful.

“Hey yourself.” She stuffs her hands into her pockets grinning at you.

“You seem like you’re feeling better.” You eye her momentarily and watch her glance down and what you swear is a blush creeping across her face. “You figure those things out?”

“Huh? Oh, right! Uh, almost.” Melissa shrugs, watching something shine in her eyes that has you unable to suppress a grin. “Did Jacob give you the details for karaoke tonight?”

“Good, I don’t like it when you’re down.” You almost blush yourself, swallowing as you glance at some of the kids running off to meet their parents. You miss Melissa’s softening expression and the way her own breath hitches. “Yeah, he sent them this morning. You get ‘em?” You ask looking back at Melissa who’s gaze is already on you.

“Can you send them to me? Jacob don’t got my number and I don’t want him texting me at all hours. God knows what goes through that kid’s mind.” She half jokes and you can’t help but laugh with her.

“He can send very funny things sometimes.” A pause as Melissa looks at you. “Sometimes. I said. And sure, hold on.” You fish your phone from your pocket and open Jacob's message to copy the text before opening Melissa’s name.

It sends and the next you’re hearing her phone chime.

“Perfect. Thanks, beautiful. Catch you tonight.” You’re frozen in place as Melissa winks and passes by you, casually knocking your shoulder as your eyes can’t help but widen, cheeks beginning to turn red as you take Melissa calling you beautiful in.

—

You opted for heels, a tight fitting dress with spaghetti straps. you brought your jacket along, despite knowing it would cover the chair the entire night instead of being worn in the heated room dancing, drinking and singing away.

Gregory arrives shortly after you and the pair of you find your way to the booked room together where Jacob, Janine and Zach had already been drinking, one song in.

You were in a decent sized room, a small stage at the front, the karaoke machine off to the side as three circular tables spread throughout the room, a small bar at the end with the intention of helping yourself.

Melissa and Barb don’t get there till Zach’s on his third song and everyone’s on their second drink — except for you, who was on your third or fourth (truthfully, you’d stopped counting) after downing the first few in a flutter of anxiety building through you.

There’s no denying how nervous you were to see Melissa — to see her and Gary all cozied up. Even thinking about it made you want to shiver and throw up the contents you’d drunk.

“I’ll go after Zach.” Your body plonks onto Jacob’s lap as he watches Zach in amazement. “You really did land a good one.” You grin at Jacob, tussling his hair as he pulls your hand away.

“And somebody is very handsy! I saw you knocking back the shots before, are you doing ok?”

“I’m great!” You lie, beaming at him. “You know I'm a handsy drunk. Now come help me pick a song to sing.”

You’re in the middle of picking out your song, Zach about to press play before you hear the familiar voice that can only come from one specific woman.

“Think we saw Ava on our way up, doubt we’ll see her again tho.” Melissa laughs, entering the room just after Barb and Gerald as they head to the bar.

You don’t miss Melissa’s eyes dragging around the room before settling on you centre stage and grinning.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Zach shakes your shoulder and you blink at him.

“I said are you ready?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah.” Shit. Singing in front of Melissa Schemmenti. You thought you’d have more time before making a fool of yourself. “Sing with me? It’s Abba! I can’t do it alone.” You drag Zach to the microphone stand as Dancing Queen by Abba begins to fill the room. It’s hard for him to say no when the words appear on screen.

Jacob joins in soon enough and it’s easier to lose yourself and remove Melissa from your mind.

You don’t notice Melissa watching you the entire time, a smile sitting on your lips as she watches your body move in time to the beat, your distinct voice the only one she can seem to hear despite the two men either side of you.

“Make it more obvious, Mel.” Barb appears beside her and Melissa tries not to act startled.

“Huh? What? I’m watching all of ‘em.” She shoots a look at Barb before taking a sip of her drink.

“Mhm hmm… There is more than 1 person up there though…”

“Oh… shut it.” Melissa can only laugh as Barb teases her.

“You going to tell her?”

“I will. The night just started though.” Melissa gives her friend a small smile and Barb can’t help but squeeze her hand.

“You’ve got this.”

As the song fizzles out, your cheeks stain red, a wide grin plastered across your face as you hop off the stage, completely missing everything Jacob is saying as you look around for Melissa.

She spots you, lifting up her drink at you as you find yourself gravitating towards her.

Only when you get closer are you able to take her in completely — the hot pink shirt that dips down her chest and the black leather pants hugging every single one of her curves.

“Wow.” You don’t think you’ve spoken your thoughts aloud until Melissa is grinning, letting out a quiet laugh.

“Wow yourself, hon. Quite the voice you got there.”

Your pulse quickens, almost shrugging at her shyly as heat flares across your body. “Where’s Gary?” Only then do you start looking around, brows furrowing when you only see Barbara and Gerald lost in conversation with Gregory.

“Gary won’t be joining us tonight. Or any future endeavors.” She shrugs, hand lifting in the air absentmindedly.

“Oh. Why?” You ask curiously despite your chest tightening and crimson spreading across your cheeks. Only now are you grateful for the low ambient lighting, the main source of light coming from the stage where Jacob was singing along to Hamilton, Janine cheering him on as she tries to not mouth the words.

“I broke up with him.”

You look at Melissa then, and you must look confused because it prompts her to keep speaking.

“We wanted different things. Or, I wanted something different….” She takes a sip from her drink and you feel a little dazed at the news.

They broke up.

“What— uh, what did you want?” You clear your throat, trying to ask nonchalant.

“Let me get a couple drinks in, then I’ll tell ya.”

You cock your head, more confusion washing over as you eye Melissa. “Oh…kay.” You laugh, unsure what she was trying to even imply. “Let’s get you another drink then. I need one.” You shrug, holding out your hand that Melissa easily takes and your whole stomach fills with butterflies at your fingers tangling.

—

The night continues to drag on, everyone filling themselves with alcohol and finding themselves up on stage — even Gregory who swore he wasn’t doing any singing.

Though you’re not sure if him speaking the words like a natural conversation counted as singing.

Barb and Gerald were currently on stage and you can’t help but watch the married couple moving and singing so effortlessly in sync.

“They’re cute, huh.”

You’re leaning against the wall, sipping away at your beer when Melissa comes up beside you.

“Hmm, they’re in love.” You drag your eyes away from Melissa to watch them again before you’re placing your drink on the table and grabbing your phone to take a quick photo. “I’ll show Barb later.” You show your phone off to Melissa, one of her arms coming to wrap round your shoulder as she holds the other side of your phone.

“Take one of us.” She whispers in your ear, face a little too close as you tap the button on your phone for your camera to flip.

You lift up your phone, the light from the stage just catching you and Melissa. You can’t help but feel nervous, pulse pounding hard as you swallow the small lump in your throat.

“Uh, ready?” You force yourself to smile, trying not to look like a complete bundle of nerves.

“Take it now.” Melissa speaks, lips finding your cheek as your thumb presses the button. Your eyes flutter feeling Melissa’s mouth against you, your vision almost blurring as you blink at your thumb holding down the button, the seconds ticking by.

“Shit, it was a video.” You almost turn before opening the video, Melissa’s chin coming to rest on your shoulder as the video plays before you of Melissa kissing your cheek, your eyes all but fluttering at the action.

“We’re cute.”

Your pulse stops at her words, the room already spinning as you feel Melissa’s hands steady you on your hips.

You might just collapse right now.

“Y/n! Your turn!” Jacob’s voice interrupts your thoughts as you look away from Melissa, not making any attempt to move till you feel her squeeze your hip.

“Go, I wanna see you up there again. Just you.” You’re blinking at her as she gives you a mischievous look and gently pushes you forward as you make your way to the stage.

“Whatcha singing?” Jacob asks, already scrolling through the selection.

You come to stand beside him looking down at his phone before taking it and scrolling through one of the playlists he’d made specifically for tonight. “We’ll go with um… This one” Your nerves were building as Jacob started setting up the music as he handed you the microphone.

“You want any props?” Jacob asks.

You shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. You had enough alcohol in your system that you felt pleasantly buzzed, your movements swift and loose.

And maybe, just maybe you had enough courage to sing something a little more… for Melissa.

Janine and Gerald were in a discussion as the others scattered around the room, Zach giving you two thumbs up from the bar where he refills Barb’s drinks. But your sight only gravitates back to where Melissa stands grinning at you, lifting up her drink at you.

The music begins, So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings by Squirrel Flower echoing throughout the room as you glance down at the small screen in front of you about to light up the words.

“Not like I’m counting the days.. but it’s been twenty five.” Your voice fills the microphone, your sight fixated on the redhead halfway across the room as your hips start to sway to the music.

There’s no missing the surprise on the room's face at the sweet sound of your voice meeting and hitting each note perfectly, that even you’re surprised you’re hardly slurring your words as your body moves in time to the beat, spinning round as you get to the chorus and grip the microphone stand.

“'Cause you're so hot, it's hurtin' my feelings. I get a little lonely. Get a little more close to me. You're the only one who knows me, babe. So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings.” Your eyes are glued to Melissa, blurring out the rest of the room as you start to feel like it’s just the two of you alone.

“Is she?” Janine murmurs, stopping beside Gregory who follows where your gaze is — on Melissa.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, she is definitely singing to her.” Melissa watched you back with intensity, eyes glazed watching your body sway in time to the music, your hand running through your hair as you sing out the rest of the lyrics.

“Oh my god?!” Janine looks back and forth between you and Melissa before back at Gregory. “How long have those two had a thing for each other??”

“I noticed about two months ago when Melissa snapped at me for for accidentally bumping into y/n turning round one of the corners at school.” He shrugs and Janine’s brows knit together.

“Two months?! Why am I always the last to find these things out.”

There’s no denying the silence and uncomfortable tension in the room as your song ends, the distant music coming from other rooms like white noise as you stand in place and tear your eyes off of Melissa to Jacob and Gregory whispering to each other.

“Jacob, your turn.” You hop off the stage as you hand the microphone back to him while taking his beer from him.

“Hey, that's my drink!”

“Leave it, honey. I think she needs it.” Zach speaks, watching as you down the rest of Jacob’s drink and disappear out the back door.

You don’t notice eyes following you as you exit the room and stalk towards the bathroom.

“Oh fuck, what is wrong with me.” You mumble to yourself, placing your beer down on the sink as you grip the edges and look at yourself in the mirror. Your face was brighter than Melissa’s hair, your hair a frizzy mess that you try to run your fingers through. “Out of everything, why did I pick that?”

“I liked it.” You hadn’t noticed Melissa entering that you can’t help but jump and spin round a little too wide eyed at her.

“I—”

“You couldn’t take your eyes off me, yanno.” There’s a smirk on her face, fingers tucked away in the pockets of her pants as she makes slow steps towards you. “Got everyone talking about you and I.”

“Shit.” You groan, eyes closing as you cover your face with your hands.

Melissa stands before you, reaching out to peel your hands from your face as you hesitate before looking at her.

“I’m so hot I hurt your feelings, huh?.”

Your heart skips staring at her as she comes to cup your cheek and pull you in to kiss her. You feel the whole room spinning, like it’s just the two of you left to exist with her lips on yours.

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings, yanno.” Both hands are cupping your cheeks now as you merely blink back at her, unable to grasp what’s even happening.

“Huh?” You mumble and Melissa shakes her head, grinning at you and pulling you in for another kiss that has you melting against her completely, your hands coming to rest on her shoulders.

“For someone so bold enough to get up there in front of all our colleagues and stare at me the whole time. You don’t catch on quick, do you?” There’s a glint in her eye, mouth turned to a wide smirk. “That thing I told you earlier? Why Gary and I didn’t work out? It’s ‘cause I wanted you. I still want you.” Her words fall quiet when she finishes and your breath feels completely gone as you try to register what she’s just said.

“You… want me?” There’s confusion in your voice, Melissa’s mouth only growing wider as her hands fall down to your hips to pull you even closer.

“I don’t think you realise just how much.”

“Kinda hard for me to realise anything when not even an hour ago I thought you were with somebody else and wouldn’t ever look twice at me.”

“Oh, I’ve looked twice at you. I’ve looked more than twice at you, shit — have you seen how you’re dressed tonight?”

You feel the crimson creeping up the sides of your neck before spilling out across your cheeks at Melissa’s words.

Her hands grip your hips and you fight to suppress letting out any sounds.

“Have you seen yourself?” It comes out a little hoarse as you turn your head to catch a glimpse of the pair of you in the mirror.

“We are cute.” You mumble, causing Melissa to follow your gaze before grinning, letting out a small laugh as she shakes her head at you.

“What is it you said about Barb and Gerald? They’re in love?”

You swallow the small lump in your throat as you slowly turn your head to look at Melissa’s face properly. “Do you?” You’re not sure who’s heart is pounding the loudest, or whether it was your own altogether as you watch Melissa carefully.

“Yeah, yeah I do. A whole lot more than I realised. I’m just sorry it took me this long.” Her hand lifts to cup your cheek, your head instinctively leaning into her hand.

“I don’t care how long you take.” You mumble, Melissa’s mouth twitching at you. “But I… want to hear you say it.”

“That I’m in love with you?” Melissa’s words have your mouth going dry, nodding your head slowly as you try to remember how to properly breathe.

“I’m in love with you, y/n. Not Gary, not anybody else. Just you… all of you.” She leans in then, both hands cupping your face as she kisses you much softer and slow.

Your whole body shakes that you only manage to still the second Melissa’s pushing you further against the sink and you pull back to catch your breath.

“I think I’m too buzzed because that might just about make me cry.” You let out a quiet laugh which only has Melissa pulling you into an embrace, her hands sliding further round your waist to your back.

She watches your frame in the mirror, a small smile playing on her face as you bury your face into her neck.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart.” Her hand runs down the back of your head, her fingers getting lost in your hair as she gently pulls you back and you shake your head.

“They’d be happy tears.” A lot of happy tears, you think. Swallowing the lump in your throat as your eyes run over Melissa’s face and back down to her lips. “What made you… do it now? Break up with him, tell me how you feel?”

It’s Melissa’s turn to go shy, glancing away from you momentarily as she focuses on one of your spaghetti straps and adjusts it for you. “Guess I forgot I was with Gary, not you. Barb… well, the saint she is. Asked me how I’d feel if some other woman was throwing herself all over Gary. I didn’t care.”

She shakes her head, green eyes landing back on you as you suck in a breath. “But I’d break some bones if they were all over you.”

“That shouldn’t sound hot, but somehow you always make fighting sound like it.” You both laugh then, grinning at each other as you try to process everything Melissa’s telling you. “So does that mean…” Your head falls to the side, unsure how to phrase your thoughts as Melissa finishes them for you.

“That I want to be with you? Yeah, yeah, it does, sweetheart. I don’t go confessing my love to just anybody.” She muses and you feel your heart slipping back into that same old pattern whenever Melissa was around you.

“God, you really know how to make a lady wait.” You lift your hands then, the shakiness in them stopping once you’ve cupped Melissa’s cheeks and pulled her in to kiss her hard.

“Promise I won’t make you wait any longer.” She mumbles against your mouth, pushing her knee between your legs as the two of you get caught up and carried away.

“We should–” You mumble in between her mouth moving against yours and down your neck as you catch your breath and feel your vision starting to blur. “They’ll think we’re fucking if we don’t go back.” You huff it out, not missing the smirk against your skin as Melissa’s tongue dips out to run along your neck.

“Let ‘em.”

“Mel!” You laugh, gently shoving her away, much to both your dismay.

“Well now you’re so hot you’re hurting my feelings.” Teasing, watching the pupils dilate as you shake your head at her, feeling warmth spread through your whole body.

“Later. Our first time isn’t going to be in the back of some karakoe bar.” You push yourself from the sink, wobbling slightly as Melissa’s arm snakes around your waist to steady you.

“Our first time, huh?” She waggles her brows and you roll your eyes at her smirking.

“I don’t think you need anymore booze in you, babe. Otherwise you’re not even gonna remember our first time.” She squeezes your hip, guiding you out of the bathroom as her mouth presses to your temple just before the two of you head back into the room.

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What a way to start pride month! Thank you, Lisa 😭

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Promising the Universe (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You make a promise to the universe, if only it lets you survive being kidnapped

Words: 2k

Warnings: kidnapping

The chains, once cold when placed around you, had grown warm in the hours you’d been sitting in the bunker. Or maybe you’d grown cold to match. Your shoulders had grown numb and your feet didn’t feel connected to your body anymore. You weren’t sure how long you’d been strung up below the ground, but your tongue felt dry and the gnawing hunger in your stomach had given up.

Your chin was resting on your chest, eyes closed. The exhaustion was bone deep, making your head fuzzy, but unable to sleep. No one had been back since you’d arrived, alone with nothing but your thoughts and your feelings, and the pounding in your head from where you’d been hit by a blunt object and the chloroform you could still feel in your nostrils. Your skin was itching.

You trusted the team to find you. You knew they would. It was what they did. You trusted them with your life. Obviously.

Playing on a loop inside your head was the images of your team. The determination on Morgan’s face. The worry on Garcia’s. Spencer rattling off facts until they found the right one. Hotch with his stoic controlled aura. JJ roundhouse kicking the man who’d grabbed you. Rossi’s look of concern. Blake…

You spent more time imagining Alex than all the rest of them.

It helped keep your heart calm. The thought of seeing her again was burning the hope bright within you, knowing you refused to die without being able to tell her. Because you would tell her, everything you’d been holding in, if you got out that bunker and into her arms. You sent that out into the universe, hoping it would listen. Hoping it would bring your team to you so you could keep your promise.

Something shifted above. Almost painfully, you lifted your head, dragging your eyes up. Your breathing was shallow and your thoughts were moving so slowly. There was something up there. Something above you.

A gunshot went off, loud after so much silence. You flinched, seconds too late, but it wasn’t in the room with you. Another gunshot then another.

You rattled the chains. Your first scream for help was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. Your second was louder. Your third practically ripped your throat apart.

A crack of light appeared just over your shoulder. You strained, trying to see. Your shoulder felt as if it was about to be torn from the socket. You screamed again, not caring if you destroyed your vocal cords.

Boots sounded on the metal rungs. You shifted again, desperate to see who was about to come down.

“I’ve got her.”

The voice was familiar and you let yourself sag again. They’d found you. Your team had found you. You were going to be okay.

Warm hands reached you, steadying on your waist as whoever it was reached up. Fingers scrabbled at your chains, the clink of keys hitting against one another loud. You blinked your eyes open again. Alex’s face swum in your vision and finally you let the smile take over your face. You’d never seen something so beautiful in your entire life.

“Hey,” you greeted, “you found me.”

“We’re going to get you out of here,” she said, focusing on the chains keeping your hands above your head.

“I know,” you said.

For just a moment her eyes focused on you. You could see the relief there, just contained under the surface, as well as the receding panic. Just the feeling of her eyes on you, the warmth of her body, the faint scent of her perfume, it had you breathing easier.

Something loosened above you and you fell forward, the chains slithering down your body. Strong arms caught you, murmured reassurance warming your ear. You were lowered to the ground, gentle, always gentle with Alex. She smoothed your hair away from your face.

“You’re okay,” she said, “you’re going to be okay.”

“Course I am. You’re here.” You had not doubts about it, “you always make everything okay.”

She gave a soft chuckle, fingers still stroking through your hair.

“I think that’s the exhaustion talking.”

“No.” Your fingers grasped at her, hooking over her vest, pulling her down towards you, needing her to see the truth in your eyes, “no, you make everything better, Alex. You’re amazing. So amazing. And brilliant. You’ve made my life so much better.”

“Alright.” She gave a self conscious laugh, “we’ll see if you still feel that way tomorrow when you’re feeling better.”

“I’ve been feeling this way for months now,” you replied.

“You have?”

You gave a small nod, “I thought it was time you knew. You’re everything to me.”

“Just… try to rest now,” she said, fingers beginning to card through your hair again, “we’ll get you to a hospital soon.”

“Don’t leave me,” you said, letting your eyes fall closed again, “please.”

“I won’t,” she promised.

You must have slipped into sleep while waiting because when you next opened your eyes you were in a bed, a heart monitor beeping beside you, clean white sheets tucked around you. You squinted, the light brighter than you were expecting. You groaned, turning your head into your pillow, burying it away from the light.

“You look like you need this coffee more than I do.”

Soft hands closed over yours. You groaned again but turned your hand, grasping those above. The laugh was like music to your ears and despite your complaining retinas you looked up again. Haloed but the light, Alex was like your own guardian angel come to save you. You felt your breath catch and tears gathered in your eyes.

“Hey, no, none of that,” she said, noticing the tears, “you’re safe now.”

“You saved me,” you said, trying to brush away the tears, only to find more taking their place.

“Of course.” Her fingers tightened around yours, “you know I’ll always come save you, right?”

“Yeah.” Your laughter sounded wet and you needed to blow your nose and your insides hurt and you could still feel the cold of the chains in your bones but she was there and that made it perfect, “thinking about you, on your way to find me, it’s what kept me going in there. When it got hard, I just had to picture your face and I was okay again.”

You let yourself look at her, really look at her, in the silence that wrapped around you like a comfortable hug. She looked tired, bags under her eyes, and hair tied back out of her face. You didn’t know how long you’d been out or if she’d slept at all during that time. But she was there, waiting for you, so you didn’t have to wake up alone.

“In that bunker, when I found you…” she began, looking down at your clasped hands.

“I meant what I said,” you replied, not needing to be asked, “you’re everything to me.”

“You can’t mean that,” she said, shaking her head.

“I can. I made a promise to the universe in there. If you guys found me, I’d tell you. I’d tell you exactly how I feel about you. You don’t break a promise to the universe,” you said.

“Technically, you haven’t told me exactly how you feel about me,” she said.

“Ah, right yes. Sorry about that.” You squeezed her hand until she was looking at you, “Alex Blake, I am completely and hopelessly in love with you.”

“You’ve just been through a very traumatic event…” You hated the uncertainty in her voice.

“And I’ve known how I feel for months now,” you replied, “I can’t help that this scared me enough to make me tell you.”

“You shouldn’t be telling me how you feel because you’re scared,” exploded out of her.

“Hey, I didn’t do it because I was scared I was going to die,” you said, “I was scared I was never going to be given the chance to tell you. That… if I died it would have been dying a coward who didn’t at least attempt to be happy. I didn’t want you not to know.”

“But if it wasn’t for him…” You didn’t like the sound of her voice.

“I would have done it some other time,” you said, “something else would have triggered my bravery. That doesn’t mean the way I feel isn’t real.”

“I don’t…” Her eyes finally met yours, “I didn’t expect it. Your confession.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.” Your heart hurt at the thought but you weren’t going to hold it against her.

“That’s not what I’m trying to say.” Her fingers tightened almost painfully around yours as if worried you were about to draw away, “I’m doing this all wrong. I thought… well, I thought you didn’t feel that way about me. I didn’t want to get my hopes up because if I did and I was wrong it hurt too much. But I have been falling for you since the moment we met and when you were taken it felt like I was going insane. Like my brain couldn’t work. It was nothing but alarm bells on a constant loop. All I could think about was getting you back and what I would do if we couldn’t. I don’t want to find out what it would be like to live without you-“

“Alex?” you interrupted, not able to help yourself.

“Yes?” There was a flush high on her cheeks.

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

She blinked, taking a moment to watch you try to hold back your amusement. Something shifted in her face and she got up from the chair she’d been sitting in, leaning over your prone form. She paused, hovering above you, eyes raking over your face as if to make sure it was okay. You reached up, ignoring the IV in your hand, cupping the nape of her neck and closing the last few inches.

The kiss was soft, exploratory, and yet it took your breath away. You sighed into her mouth, not bothering to hide how much you wanted the kiss to never end. Your hold on her tightened and at the first brush of her tongue you knew you’d devote your life to her. She groaned, kissing you harder, her own hand finding your cheek, thumb running along your cheekbone.

“Alright, you two might need to cool it,” you heard from the doorway, “the heart monitor is going crazy.”

Alex broke away from you, glancing up. Your own eyes flickered over to the doorway, finding Morgan there, holding two cardboard cups of coffee, grin firmly in place. At his shoulder, Penelope was looking as if Christmas had come early. You groaned, burying your head in your pillow, wondering if you could stay there forever.

“Could you give us a moment?” Alex asked them, her hand brushing through your tangled hair.

You listened to their footsteps retreat, the door closing. A soft tug on your hair was all you needed to reemerge, looking into the sparkling eyes of your personal angel. Her soft smile made you feel like you were entering a dream, one you’d had many times over.

“When you’re feeling better, I hope you know I’m taking you out on a date,” she said.

“Or, how about when I’m released, you come round and I’ll cook you dinner,” you suggested.

Her face lit up like you’d suggested something far more wonderful than dinner in your tiny apartment.

“That would be wonderful,” she said.

You reached up, cupping the back of her head, drawing her down for another kiss. She sighed into your mouth, and you knew, without a doubt, you’d spend the rest of your life kissing her like that. Devoting your life to making her happy. Doing anything she asked of you.

But then, you’d already known that.

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