I'm Melissa, hm. I'm 34, a Nurse, and a Mom. I think that sums it up. Oh yeah, my son happens to be a Werewolf. But I'm okay with that. Mostly.
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//OK, so a while ago I kinda just stopped posting. Â No reason, no explanation and I couldn't bring myself to even look at Melissa. Â There's a lot of reason, some of which were writer's block, some were me losing the muse, and some was well, frankly related to idiot drama.Â
All of which I'm over now. Â I want to plaaaay. Â I'm going to be doing a refresh on 'Lissa's blog, and get some better 'petri dishes' going. Â I don't bite, and I stg I'm going to be better about responding to prompts and threads. Â Even if it's only a few a night, damnit.
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â for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection
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She stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind her, following the sound of running water and Lydiaâs call. âHey, Â She smiled, knowing the worry was clear on her face and that Lydia would more than hear it in her voice. Â âWhatâs going on?â
"I donât know." Moving quickly she finished cleaning up the blood. Her mind was still spinning. How was she supposed to explain something she was even certain about. "IâmâŠ." She cut herself off and started shaking. "ThereâsâŠ.blood andâŠ.my sister isnâtâŠ.her phoneâŠ." She took a breath and pointed towards the table where a still blooded cellphone sat.
"Shit..." It was put of her mouth before she could stop it. "We need to call the Sheriff." Â She met Lydia's eyes. Â You don't think it was..." Â She trailed off, knowing Lydia would know she was talking about werewolves. Â Or worse. Â
"She might have been kidnapped...The blood might be her attackers." Â She looked around; she knew the crime scene was likely shot with the clean up that Lydia did, but there had to be a start
//Just a check in. Â I was literally out in a pumpkin/veggie patch all day, and have crisped myself well. Â I've a lovely batch of stuff to make to show for it, but I'm going to crawl myself into a bath and bed tonight! Â I've drafts open and will post tomorrow! Â I've also some headcanon and starters that'll be going up shortly *gets off my ass and does shit*
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His clothing were starting to dry and he was starting to come down from the drugs he was on before and actually make sense when he was talking but the truth was he felt like shit and had his reasons for feeling that way he spent his life dealing with a lot growing up too fast and having to become an adult at a very young age and do whatever it takes to surivive no matter how bad it was and if it might hurt the boy because he wanted to be loved and seen as a person.
"They must be lucky having a mother like you who loves them and would do anything to protect them. My own mother she didn't care about me and if I lived or died. Her boyfriend was all that mattered to her and even if I tried to get her to pay attention to me she wouldn't. It hurts me still but I made a new life for myself or I was trying to until things got turned to shit because of one mistake and now I have to pay for that mistake in my own way."
Taking a bite of his sandwich Kyle was taken aback by her next question do you have anywhere to stay. He didn't expect her to want him to stay with him he felt strange because this would be causing her trouble by having him stay with her. But he couldn't go home to Harvey and have him get angry at him for being like he was and he just wanted something more but that would never be for him. Setting down his sandwich and taking a sip of his water to clear his suddenly dry throat that was taking hold over him. Setting his glass of water down Kyle looked at the woman not sure how to respond.
"If I go with you I mean back to your home you have to promise that I can leave when I want because my father might get mad at me for leaving him like that and I don't want to ruin your son and his other friend because I'm bad news that's all that is to it. So I guess I should eat I'm rather hungry"
His voice was low as he took a bite of his sandwich wondering what the other kids were like and if they would really want to have someone like Kyle at the home with them. But this was her choice and he would do this because he wasn't going home to Harvey not yet not until thing's got worked out in his own head.
Melissa watched as the boy put his hat back on, pulling  his 'mask' in place at the same time.  Even as he was talking she shook her head. "I'd not stop you form leaving.  As much as I'd want to."  one side of her lips quirked up. "You need a hand.  A lot like I needed one once."  She snorted, picking up her coffee and folding her hands around it.
"A couple times actually. But," Â She met his eyes. "I want to help you out more than that. I'm a nurse, which means in your case, I'm going to give you a stable place to stay. Â There's regular meals." Â the slight smile she had on her face was a little sheepish. "Some of them are admittedly take out, but my hours can be kinda weird. Â But this also means I want to help you get where you want to go too." Â Her smiles was sincere, and serious at the same time. "I don't take in kids in halves. Â Either you're family or you're not, but I won't stop you from going back to your family either."
Melissa trotted up the stairs to Lydiaâs house, rolling her eyes when she saw that her mother was gone.  Again.  Jesus, I work a lot, but I swear Lydiaâs alone more than ScottâŠ. She pushed the front door open ducking her head in. âLydia?â
Furiously scrubbing away at the blood on the floor Lydia tried to keep calm. How was sure supposed to explain this to her mother? No. She didnât want to think about it. The blood had to come up. It had to go away. The creek of the door startled the strawberry blond from her thoughts causing her to knock over the bucket of water. âshit.â More then slightly frazzled she rose and headed back to the kitchen to refill the bucket. âIn-â Clearing her throat, Lydia started over again ad this time her voice didnât tremble. âIn here Ms. McCall.â
She stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind her, following the sound of running water and Lydia's call. "Hey, Â She smiled, knowing the worry was clear on her face and that Lydia would more than hear it in her voice. Â "What's going on?"
You are my:
[] Acquaintance
[] Lovely person to whom I owe a reply
[] Friend I have snogged
[] Friend I have not snogged
[] Friend I donât remember if Iâve snogged or not
[] No seriously have I snogged you?
[] We should snog right now to make sure itâs happened
[] Stranger I should get to know better
[] Stranger Iâve snogged
[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend
[] Tea Buddy~
[] Love Interest
[] Best Friend
[] Enemy
[] Study subject Iâve sold out to someone threatening my life
[] Iâm sorry about that
[] Iâm not sorry about that
[] Other ( _____ )
I think youâre:
[] A swell chum
[] Really quite infuriating
[] Pretty
[] Beautiful
[] Gorgeous
[] Young enough to get me accused of paedophilia (again)
[] A disgrace to immortality
[] No, not really- Iâm just joking
[] Sexually attractive
[] Romantically appealing
[] Aesthetically charming
[] Blimey, I wish I wasnât so morally rigid around you
[] A good candidate for taking my soul
[] Capable of saving me from my arranged marriage
We should:
[] Fight
[] I actually canât fight so letâs not
[] Engage in coitus
[] Have an interview
[] Have another interview
[] Take a tour of the afterlife sometime
[] Kiss
[] Kiss a whole load
[] Text
[] Watch films
[] Move in together
[] Have tea
[] Bake together
I:
[] Like Your Face
[] Like Your Arse
[] Like Your Style
[] Like Your Taste
[] Like You
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[] Think youâre âŠ
I secretly:
[] Hate You
[] Cherish You In My Life
[] Love You
[] Feel Iâm A Joke To You
[] Worship You
[] Like You
[] Dislike You
[] Belong To You
[] Think Youâre âŠ
Lydia: I donât think it will. Itâs impossible.Â
Lydia: I didnât call the cops and considering everything, it would be most appreciated you didnât either. It would only make things worse and there would be so many questions I canât answerâŠ.
Melissa trotted up the stairs to Lydia's house, rolling her eyes when she saw that her mother was gone. Â Again. Â Jesus, I work a lot, but I swear Lydia's alone more than Scott.... She pushed the front door open ducking her head in. "Lydia?"
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Turn On: A prompt of someone majorly turning you on can be; a strange turn on, a new turn on, an old turn on. Turn Off: A prompt where you're turned off by your partner
Turn on
Sheâs not been out to a real dinner in ages. Â Not on a date. Â Sheâd been out with Scott, but this? Â This was different. Â John had actually asked her out. Â On a date. Â Which had been actually more than a little fun. Â And here, on the porch of her house they were sitting at the end of the evening, just talking about the insanity that was raising their kids. Â The crazy that the fall semester had been. Â She looked up as John smiled, sheepish, his eyes crinkling at corners with the expression.
"I honestly donât want  to go home, but Iâve got work at fiveâŠ"  He laughed, "And Stiles is probably up waiting for me."  He snorted. "Youâd think I was the one with the curfew."
Melisaa laughed. Â âWell, I had the best date in years.â Â She scooted closer on the bench, daring to settle into the curl of his arm like sheâd wanted to for far too long. âFive more minutes isnât going to kill either of us.â Â
She looked up, getting caught by the warm, slightly surprised look in his eyes, and her breath hitched as he leaned, just barely brushing her lips with his, and they both broke apart, giggling slightly.  Neither of them looked away from the other, and the giggles died.  Melissa couldnât tell who leaned in first, but this kiss was real.  Parted lips, the dip of tongues and half caught noises. Â
There was no catching the moan the escaped her when Johnâs hand tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck and she blushed when he pulled back, more than a little of a grin spreading on his lips. Â âNot a woââ Â She broke off, eyes closing as he gently tightened his fingers, the pull shooting straight through her.
"Damn âLissaâŠ"  Her eyes shot up and the frank admiration and little bit of warmth she saw in his eyes had her smiling and biting her lip.
Johnâs smile went to a little bit of a smirk and he leaned in, kissing her again before pulling away and standing. Â Melissa blinked up at him. âWhat?â
His grin widened. âMaybe we want to save something for the second date?â
Melissa was torn between a frustrated growl and a huge grin at the words second date.  The grin won and she stood up, the one this time to lean in and start the kiss, her blunt nails scratching lightly through Johnâs short hair, smiling against his lips at the low thrumming sound. Â
"Iâd like that." Â She cocked her head, smiling at him. Â "Tomorrow? Â Since thereâs a cross country meet and I know youâve got the afternoon off?" Â Her grin turned conspiratorial and a little wicked. Â "Iâll even treat for Beacon Burgers."
His grin widened.  âYou are going to get me in trouble with my son.â  He laughed. âI like it.  Itâs a date.  Might even give the two an aneurysm if I pick you up.â  He leaned in, pulling her close and kissing her one more time, lingering, his fingers burying in her curly hair and drawing a soft sound from her.  âTomorrow.â  His voice was low, promising.
She grinned back, brilliantly. âTomorrow.â
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Turn Off -Â TW: Spousal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Psychological Abuse
To say that Melissa wasnât happy that Raphael was actually in her house would be putting it mildly.  That Scott had basically slammed the door in his face, made it a little more bearable though.
Now, however, he was sitting at her kitchen table, like he was expecting coffee, or breakfast.  âWhat do you want.â
He raised an eyebrow. Â âI thought we could talk. Â Iâm not going anywhere for a while and I though sinceââ Â She interrupted him.
"What?  Since you float back in here on your career?  Scott made it abundantly clear that he wants nothing to do with you.â  She was leaning against the counter, glaring, arms crossed.
He frowned, clearly trying to keep his temper. âI gave you conditional full custody, and since he was involvedââ
She shook her head, pushing off from the counter. âOH no. Â You have no damn right. Â You didnât even send child support like sanctioned you arrogant asshole. Â Some Fed you are. Â No custody. Â No harassing.â Â She was in his face now. âYou can try and catch him at work.â Â Her grin was positively feral. âDr. Deaton will likely have a few words for you too.â
His eyes narrowed, then cleared. âSo what if I wanted to see you instead?â Â He leaned back, confident. âThatâs what this is about, right? Â I know very well that youâve not been dating. Â Hell, the last date you went on was aborted by that Stilinski kid ramming his jeep into the back of your car.â Â There was an overbearing attitude as he rested his chin in a hand, using the other to catch her wrist, tight enough for Melissa to remember what else his hands had did, and it was like cold water down her spine. Â âYou donât want anyone else but me.â
Between that and his words her eyes went to slits and her free hand came up, putting the self defense classes to good use and pressing points on his wrist that made him let go suddenly in minor pain and surprise. Â
"Get.  Out."  it was a growl that would have likely had Derekâs eyebrows going up and Scott hiding behind the couch.  "You canât scare me like that anymore."  A chuckle worked out of her; not after Darachs and werewolves and God knew what else.  "And a swear to God you touch me or Scott again, I will let the your bosses know why you wanted in the FBI so badly all of a sudden, and out of California.â  She got into his face. âAnd one more thing.  These kids?  The ones you manipulate without warrant?  Threaten?  Yeah, I heard about that.  You go after any of them and I go to your bosses too.â
She watched, as rage worked over him, reddening his face, but he controlled it this time. Â She made sure to keep out of his reach while he stood, expression blank, almost cold. Â âIf thatâs what you want, Melissa.â Â He stood, straightening his jacket, and went to the front door, pulling it open. Â He turned, the fury that was still there in his eyes. âYou know though that until the murders are explained, Iâm not going anywhere.â Â His lips quirked in a sick imitation of a smile. âIâm back in Beacon, and I like it.â Â He shut the door behind him.
Melissa made sure he was in his car before she turned every lock on the door then rubbed her wrist. Â She stood, shaking for a long minute then went upstairs. Â Showering for the second time that morning.
Anything you could ever want to ask your favorite muses...IN BED! All of the things you were dying to ask, but weren't sure how to ask! All of the things you didn't want to know, but want to ask anyway!
Tie me, Bite me: You and a partner involving biting
That's Naughty: Your character/partner try something new in bed.
Self Torture: Mastrabation by one's self or with a partner.
Sweet Kisses: Slow sex with a partner
Tasty: Food and Sex
Two's a crowd and three's a party!: Threesome or moresome
Swinger: You and another party switch partners (perhaps previously plotted out)
BJ: Self explanatory, write a prompt where your character gives oral.
Porn Collection: You and a partner have sex while watching porn.
Vibrator: Toys in the bedroom!
Tempo: Choice between sweet and slow or hot and fast sex.
Secret Lover: Sex with someone you really shouldn't be having sex with.
Washing Machine: Sex in the weirdest possible place.
Sheets: Sex on any time of sheet/blanket ex: silk, faux fur, gross sheets, grass ect.
Thong Song: Prelude to sex with sexy underwear.
Flavor: Have sex with someone not of your orientation
Turn On: A prompt of someone majorly turning you on can be; a strange turn on, a new turn on, an old turn on.
Turn Off: A prompt where you're turned off by your partner.
Heart and Soul: A prompt where you characters are in love.
Good Morning: Morning Sex.
French Maid: That prompt where you're the maid and their the master of the house.
Trouser Snake: Size and how they used it in bed.
First Time: First time sex prompt
Keep it Down!: That sex prompt where you or your partner are loud in bed.
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For the first time in years since his mother passed away, Stiles had a  family once again. Though he had his father all this time, they now had what they were missing. His father a wife, anther son, and he got mother and brother. Scott had been like a brother to him since he could remember, so not much would change with them, besides getting closer then over.Â
Stiles nose twitched at the small of Bacon, watching as Scott sprang up out of bed.âFood.â The werewolf grinned.â Race you down. Winner does not have to dot he dishes.â Watching as the wolf ran from the room.âThis game is not fair. You win every time.â Moving run after him, but Scott was already at the table.âRude.â Looking over at Melissa.âNeed any help?â
She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up as she heard feet thundering down the stairs and Stiles' complaint. Â She turned shaking her head as Scott slid into a seat at the table. She rolled her eyes grabbing juice from the fridge, but smiled at Stiles' offer.
"Well, d'you want to scramble some eggs?" Â She nodded at the carton sitting on the counter, looking up at the telltale creak of floorboards that was John rolling out of bed, her smile going a touch sappy. Â She looked back at Stiles, a little sheepish, reaching over to ruffle his hair, still sleep mussed and sticking everywhere anyway. Â "Thanks, Stiles."
Okay. So maybe that was a bad excuse. But he was tired and thatâs the best he could come up with. âJust⊠tired, out of it. Whole running on no sleep while saving lives things, kindâa gets to a person. Even a werewolf.â
Her face crumpled a little. Â "Oh hon'..." Â She reached over, running her fingers through the bit of hair still exposed , the blankets covering everything else. "Is there anything urgent at school today? Â Tests, or a lab due or something?" Â She was actually in jeans and a pullover, somehow getting a mid-week day off.
