Docinho

that it’s finally me and you,

and you and me – just us,

and your friend Steve

do-do-do-do-do-do, Steve

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MELISSA SCHEMMENTI COMFORT HEADCANONS

melissa schemmenti who doesn’t ask if you’re okay. she just shows up at your door with a container of lasagna, still warm, doesn’t explain a thing. “you’re gonna eat. then you’re gonna tell me what happened. in that order.”

melissa schemmenti who notices before you do. you’re quieter. your laugh’s off. she don’t say it. just drags a chair over and starts talkin’ about somethin’ stupid her niece did, like she’s fillin’ the space so it don’t swallow you whole.

melissa schemmenti who will not let you apologize for crying. “you seriously sayin’ sorry for that? don’t. i’ve cried in worse places. eat your bread.”

melissa schemmenti who gets furious on your behalf. quiet, cold, “gimme a name and an address” furious. and she’s only holdin’ back because you’re askin’ her to.

melissa schemmenti who remembers everything you ever told her. brings it up weeks later like it’s nothin’. and that’s when it hits you she was listenin’ the whole time.

melissa schemmenti who steps between you and whatever’s wrong without even thinkin’. just moves. and suddenly she’s there, blockin’ it, like that was always the plan.

melissa schemmenti who won’t say “i love you” unless she has to. and when she does, it’s quiet. quick. like it’s been true for a while and she’s just finally sayin’ it out loud.

melissa schemmenti who stays. doesn’t announce it. doesn’t get sentimental. just turns the tv down low, hands you water, throws a blanket over you, and she’s still there at 2am like leavin’ was never even an option.

melissa schemmenti who calls the person who hurt you a sfigato with so much disgust you almost feel bad for ‘em.

almost.

melissa schemmenti who don’t do comfort speeches. she gives you food, time, and her presence. and if that don’t fix it, she’s fixin’ whatever caused it.

melissa schemmenti who cups your face real quick when you start spiralin’. “hey. look at me. you’re gettin’ ahead of yourself. we’re not doin’ that tonight.”

melissa schemmenti who mutters “aspetta, c’mere” and pulls you into her side like it’s automatic, like your place has always been there.

melissa schemmenti who pretends she ain’t hoverin’ but keeps checkin’ if you ate, if you drank water, if you slept. “i’m not babysittin’ you. i’m just makin’ sure you don’t drop dead, alright?”

melissa schemmenti who wipes your tears with her thumb and immediately goes, “don’t make a thing outta it.”

melissa schemmenti who lets you sit in silence as long as you need, no pressure, no questions. just her shoulder there like it ain’t goin’ anywhere.

melissa schemmenti who presses a kiss to your head and acts like it didn’t happen.

melissa schemmenti who says, “you’re my people. that’s it,” like that explains everything. and somehow it does.

sneaky kiss at PECSA

sneaky kiss at PECSA

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