Mom said it's my turn with the au

alright tis another wip because it's 4AM and I have to wake up in *checks time* 4 hours

she's glowing

Okay, so I’ve been thinking about it and Billy’s tattoo is literally killing me over here.

Like, he was excited about that tattoo. He saved up and drove, probably alone, to some city big enough to have a tattoo parlor. He picked out that image off a wall of designs. Bullshitted with the tattoo artist and pretended it didn’t hurt. He touched it every day when it was still scabbed over and got this little smile, thinking of his lifeguard job in the summer where he’d be able to show it off. Bought a bunch of sleeveless shirts. He was stoked. He was alive and he had plans and he would have gotten more tattoos.

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A/N: Another chapter done!

It’s getting quite long isn’t it, and we haven’t even started getting to the good angsty stuff yet. I have so much planned for this fic, that I doubt it’ll ever end!

Thank you for reading! Go see a pride surprise in my last post (spoiler it’s Larissa in a suit)!!!!

She is absolutely magical!

I also animate a little, but not for quite some time. : )

(performative) beach day 2

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Melissa Schemmenti X Reader

A/n: I’ve been sitting on this prompt I like how it turned out. It’s a short little fluff piece with windows of smut lol

Warnings: fluff, kisses, light smut

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You and Melissa became something entirely new outside of the walls of Abbott. Over the last couple months you found a comfortability around each other.

It started with sharing rides together after group hangs. Or carpooling to school. Watching a new movie together when it came out.

Then became the soft touches in passing. The lingering looks when the other isn’t looking. Occasional handholding while driving. The physical contact became more constant without either of you noticing.

Which is where you found yourself tonight. Cuddled up with Melissa on her protected couch watching an old rerun. There was no real reason for this invite besides wanting each others company after an exhausting week of testing.

Melissa curled up into your side and she burrows deeper into your arm as hers is draped crossed your midsection stroking patterns one the thinly exposed skin there.

You’d be lying if you didn’t feel the butterflies start to stir every time she did this. You thought she was falling asleep as she got more comfortable against you when her face buried into the crook of your neck. But then you felt her lips press a delicate kiss against your throat. At first you stiffened at the new contact before relaxing back into the couch.

She attempted again, this time more sure. The first one wasn’t an accident. She wants you to feel her. With more intention she nuzzles her nose in your hair discreetly making room for a new target. She presses another kiss behind your ear.

“Mmm, Melissa…what are you doing?”Getting lost in the feeling of her proximity.

“Turning my brain off.”

You stretch your neck, giving her more room. Sighing in content to let her continue. She looks up at the notion and smiles with the new consent for more.placing deliberate kisses up your neck, to your jaw.

When she’s craned her neck as much as possible you turn to look at her. First gazing into her dazed eyes. Not full blown with lust but on their way. No, it was a more safe and unguarded look she gave back.

Glancing down to her lips m, you know she’s waiting for you to make the next move. So you do.

You reach up to caress her jaw pulling her the rest of the way to kiss her softly, gently. She whimpers into your mouth and everything falls into slow motion.

You’ve wanted this for so long but never one to make the first move. Always doubting the mutual attraction. Thinking it was one sided this entire time. The lingering, the touches, and quality time…just her being friendly.

The arm across your waist is pulling you closer, wanting more. Your hand on her jaw, thumb stroking her cheeks as you savor this kiss tilts her head up to deepen the kiss.

You’re now hovering over her and she’s still pulling you closer. You adjust to to throw a leg over her lap and sit on her thighs. The kiss was so slow, so soft and the only thing to break it was the squeak of plastic as it contorts under your knees in this new position.

Your lips part with a reluctant smack as you find a comfortable position. With a slight giggle as the plastic makes a mimic fart noise under your knee. “That wasn’t me, I swear.” And she laughs at that.

“I know, hon. Just ignore it.”

“How romantic.”

“Just kiss me again, y/n.”

And you do. She meets you half way and this kiss is heavier than the last. Weighted with longing. She pushes into you adjusting her seat beneath you. Rocking you back and holding you with one hand on you hips and the other splayed on your back.

You hear the plastic rip from the skin of her thighs as she sits up straighter. And you laugh against her teeth as she smiles at your amusement.

“Can you at least put some music on or even better take this damned plastic off?”

Her eyes are trained on your lips, you’re not even sure she hears you.

“Melissa?” And she’s too busy kissing your neck and you moan as your hips press against her stomach.

“Fuck.” You rock again and you have one hand on the back of her neck and the other clinging to the back of the couch to keep you both from toppling onto the coffee table. “Hey Alexa!”

“Excuse me?!” She pulls back and your eyes twinkling with mirth. You know she’s thinking you just called out somebody else’s name while her lips were igniting a fire in your core.

You chuckle while cupping your palm over her mouth to silence her. Knowing your phone was already synced since she usually let you pick the music for cooking lessons or game nights. “Hey Alexa, play my Italian Enchantress playlist.”

“Shuffling songs from Italian Enchantress playlist.”

You recognize the first song playing and you lean back in to kiss her soundly before she can comment on the name. Your hands slide down from her neck to her shoulders, until you are cupping her breast and she arches into you.

“You have a playlist.”

“Mmhmm” you moan into the kiss before. Nibbling on her ear you whisper, voice low and gravely. “I’ve thought about this.” You lick the shell of her ear. “About you.”

Her breathing is noticeably shallow. She’s taking in your words, your voice, your kisses, your breath on her skin creating goosebumps all over. Her hand wrapping your hair in her fist and pulling you back gently to look at you and her face is flushed.

“What were you doing when you were thinking…about me?”

You bite your lip only slightly nervous but you want to tell her. “At first I would daydream.” You stroke your thumb along her lip. “The thought of your lips on my skin…on my lips. My hands would start to wander.” You grabbed her hands and placed them on your stomach under your shirt. You started pushing up and you let her explore on her own.

Pulling the front of her down with a single finger. “The thought of your body pressing into mine and fitting perfectly.”

“You created a playlist about me?”

You bite your lip again, nodding. Only mildly embarrassed.

“Hey.” She tilts your head up to look at her. Her other hand is pulling you closer by the front of your sweats. “I’ve thought about you, too.”

She kisses the center of your chest before biting your shirt to pull you into her. Kissing her way up your jaw. “So. Many. Times.”

“After movie nights. In the mornings when you’d stay the night. Once…in the shower. You were downstairs making coffee.”

You grab the hand on your breast and pull it down. Slipping it inside your sweats. She moans against your ear. You pull her hand out and suck her fingers past your lips and her eyes fully evolve to pure lust.

You release them with a pop and she wraps her hands around your waist. With impossible strength she lifts you up, standing to deposit you on your back on the couch but you grip her shoulders.

“Don’t you dare put me on that twat blocking plastic.”

“Twat blocking?!” She laughs hysterically as she stands up fully now adjusting you on her hips. You're pretty sure where her shirt has risen, she could feel your wetness through your pants.

“You heard me.” You stretch your legs down til you feet are on the cold surface. “Kitchen or bedroom?”

“Bedroom. I wanna take my time with ya.” She saunters in front of you and you smack her ass in passing.

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The next morning you wake up in Melissa’s bed. Not the first time. But it is the first time where there were no barriers of clothes between you. The scarlet enchantress was splayed across your side. Her soft breaths tickle the baby hairs at your neck.

Running your fingers up her spine you notice the love bites that live there. You look down and see the marks she sprinkled across your chest.

Kissing her hair, you smile content as you sink back into the pillows. You’ve been dancing this dance with her for months and the thought of how your relationship has blossomed to new territories doesn’t scare you. You’re right where you belonged.

“You’re thinking again.” She mumbles into your shoulder. “All good things I hope.”

You kiss her hair again. She stretched to kiss your lips before settling against you again. “For the most part, yeah. Really good things.”

“Ugh fine.” She pinched your side. “I’ll remove the plastic today. But not yet. Right now, I just wanna stay like this.”

“Then it’s all good things.”

You both burst into laughter and all though things have changed…nothing has really changed. And it’s perfect.

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AROMANTIC PEOPLE

ASEXUAL PEOPLE

AND AROACE PEOPLE

ALL BELONG IN THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY