A 30 year old who loves to write but doesn't alway know what:)

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Melissa Schemmenti

On a Rainy Day we Met

Melissa X Reader 💚

Melissa and Reader have been in a relationship for the past six months. No one knows about them except for Barbra (because Melissa tells her everything). Insecurities begin to surface in Y/n as she overhears a conversation among the younger teachers about Melissa's "flirting" with the Vending Machine Guy

Part One

Part Two

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Master List

Hey, everyone I'm trying to create a master List so you can find my stories easier. I was wondering if anyone could help me do that, please? I've tried looking it up online but I can't seem to find anything that is easy to follow, (it's going over my head) and was wondering if anyone could help please.

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Name change

Just to let everyone know I changed my username. I went by brookeashley96 since I joined this app. But I was inspired by @melschemmentitties and decided to change mine as well before I got everything set up, and had to fix things.

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@pinkthrone445 and I have a bet together for the World Cup semi-finals. Whoever loses has to write the other a fic! I’m excited, but you’re going down bruh 😏🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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I'm not scared of you!! I already have my idea for the request ready 😈😈

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Hey, hope you’re good. I know you already finished “on the rainy day we met” story but could you write a spin off (kinda)? One focus on Mel and Maya describing the first days of the reader and Maya living with Mel and when Maya decides do to call Mel a “mom” for the first time and describing how is to Melissa to be a mother and a mother of a disabled child for the first time, I have a feeling she would be a mama bear ❤️

Hey, hi. Yes I can do that it might take me a moment but I don't mind. Thank you for reading it. 😊

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Halloween

Based on this prompt

content: drinking, smoking, smut, bottom Dana, dirty talk, strap-on use. etc etc etc.

Tags: @sunset-shimmer-girl06 @flamesofauburn @babytakeittothehead @nrmmmnleemhs @madxmeschemmenti @noprophet @brookeashley96 @pinkthrone445

Archive of Our Own & Wattpad

Halloween was always a shit show at PTMC. Dana knew her day wasn’t going to be great from the moment she rolled out of bed and twinged her back. That was never a good sign.

And the day continued to get worse. She was so close to quitting and going home, but this was her calling. She just had to remember that. People were idiots on Halloween, though, and they were making it hard for her to keep her head held high.

By the time her shift was over, she was wrecked. She grabbed the random Eagles jacket that had been hanging in the break room for months and headed out of the emergency room. She was going to the bar; she didn’t care that it was Halloween. She needed to get away, to get lost in a drink. She didn’t have a costume, but she hoped the jacket would be enough.

Dana pulls out a cigarette on her way to the bar. There’s a chill in the air and a slight breeze. She has to stop and cup her hand over the cigarette to light it. She’s been trying to quit for years, but it never takes. The gum is shit, and the patches are just as bad. She’d take up vaping instead if it wasn’t just as bad for you, if not worse. She couldn’t help it, though; there was something about having a cigarette between her lips that made her feel so good.

The blonde woman stubbed out the cigarette and flicked it aside before walking into the bar. As she suspected, it was jumping. The decorations were cute, little paper ghosts were hanging around the room, and the lights were pink and orange. Dana very much enjoyed this bar. She had met a few beautiful women here and taken them home in the past. That’s not why she was here tonight, though. Tonight, she just needed to drink away the shit day she’d had.

“Dana!” A perky young woman behind the bar exclaims. She has her face painted like a skull, and she looks cute.

“Hi, Amy,” Dana smiles as she sits on a stool. “Busy tonight.”

“Halloween’s always busy,” she says. “But you know that. What can I get ya?”

“Vodka tonic,” she says, sliding some cash across the bar. “Thanks, doll.”

“Anytime, Dana,” she winks. Dana chuckles to herself. Amy was cute, but she was also thirty years younger than her. Sure, they’d probably have fun, but Dana was too old to keep up. She felt like that, anyway. “Here,” Amy smiles, sliding the drink across the bar.

Dana winks at the girl. She knows exactly what she’s doing, but a bit of playful flirting can’t hurt, surely.

“Oh!” a voice exclaims behind Dana, making her turn. “Eagles fan!” A redheaded woman smirks. “Wow, you’re brave wearin’ that in Pittsburgh! Brave and correct,” she smirks.

“Right,” Dana says, looking at the jacket. “It’s my costume.”

“What are ya, a football playin’ nurse?” The woman laughs, and Dana laughs too, nodding with a shrug.

“Zombie football playin’ nurse more like,” Dana scoffs, sipping her drink. “And what are you? A Power Ranger?”

The red-headed woman laughs. Really laughs, like from deep in her chest. It makes Dana’s lips curve up at the corners. “You’re funny,” she says. “I’m the Scarlet Witch.” Dana stares blankly at her, and she steps closer. “Wanda Maximoff? From the Marvel movies?”

Dana shrugs again, lifting her drink to her lips. “Oh my god, you’re not serious!” The woman says as she takes the stool next to Dana. Dana notices her curves and the way her breasts swell over the fabric of the costume. The woman was hot, that’s for sure. And older than Dana would usually go for.

She didn’t have a type, at least that’s what she thought. But she did have an acceptable age range. They had to be at least 10 years younger than her, but no more than 20 years younger. This woman looked like she was around Dana’s age, though. And that was uncharted territory for Dana.

“I’m a nurse,” Dana says. “Don’t really have time for TV.”

“But like, everyone’s seen the Marvel movies!” She exclaims, and Dana laughs.

“You’re from Philly, huh?”

“Yeah, and what? Youse got a problem with that?” She asks, puffing out her chest, and Dana laughs.

“Not at all,” she says. “Love Philly.” Dana nods to the bartender, who practically skips over. “Amy, can I get a drink for the lady, please?”

“Sure,” she says, scowling at the redhead. “What’cha want?”

“Negroni, please,” she smiles, turning back to the blonde. “I’m Melissa.”

“Dana.”

“Thanks for the drink,” she smiles. “Honestly, I came over to talk about the Eagles,” she laughs. And Dana grins, because Melissa’s laugh is infectious. She finds herself wanting to make her laugh more.

“Honestly, I found this jacket at work,” Dana says. “Thought it was a better costume than my scrubs.”

“Could’ve covered yourself in blood and made your scrubs scarier,” she winks.

“And ruin a perfectly good pair of scrubs?” Dana scoffs. “You’re crazy.”

“Maybe,” Mel laughs.

“What are you doing in Pittsburgh on a Friday night?” Dana asks Melissa, intrigued by her.

“Oh, my boss invited us here for the weekend,” she says. “I’m a teacher, and apparently the district can’t afford pencils, but they’ll pay for a team building trip across the state,” she mumbles, rolling her eyes.

“Sounds about right,” Dana says. “My mom was a teacher.”

“Yeah?” Melissa grins. “What grade?”

“Second,” Dana smiles.

“No way!” The redhead exclaims. “Me too!”

“Wow, what a coincidence,” Dana says, finishing her drink. “Want another one?” She asks Mel.

“Oh, I’m good for now, thank you,” she says, looking around the room.

“Lost someone?” Dana asks curiously.

“No,” Mel says. “But I think my colleagues might have abandoned me,” she shrugs. “Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

“Lucky me,” Dana winks, and Melissa blushes.

“So tell me about your day,” Melissa says after another drink. “Must’ve been a bad one if you’re alone at a bar on Halloween.”

“It was…” Dana sighs, “People are stupid during the holidays,” she says. “Halloween is no exception.”

“You work in emergency?” Mel asks, and Dana nods. “Ah, that explains it then. Thank you for your service, ma’am.”

Dana laughs as Melissa salutes her. “Stop it,” she chuckles, blushing.

“You’re cute when you blush,” Melissa says, feeling brave. “Dana…”

“Melissa…”

“I’m sharin’ a hotel room with another teacher,” Mel says. “What’s your livin’ situation like?”

“Why? You wanna check out my bedroom?” Dana asks, and Mel leans in closer, nodding as she looks at Dana’s bottom lip. She tugs her own lip between her teeth. She’s in a different city, she’s been abandoned by her friends, and she has a gorgeous woman buying her drinks. What’s she got to lose?

Melissa leans forward and presses a kiss to Dana’s lips, moaning at the taste of cigarettes and vodka. Dana slides her hands into Melissa’s thick hair and slides her tongue against Mel’s teeth, swallowing the redhead's moans. The kiss gets heated, and when someone whistles, they break apart.

“Come on,” Dana grins, taking Melissa’s hand. “I don’t live far from here.”

“Thank God,” Mel says, downing her drink in one go and leaving a tip for Amy. She laces her fingers with Dana’s, and they walk off into the crisp autumn night.

“I don’t usually do this,” Melissa admits as they walk through a park, lit up by street lamps.

“Me either,” Dana says. “Not for a while, anyway. I went through a phase after I got divorced five years ago where I’d take women home to experiment, but even that got boring after a while.”

“Well, I appreciate the opportunity then,” Melissa smirks. “Sorry about your divorce.”

“Meh,” Dana says. “It was a loveless marriage.”

“Mine too,” Mel says, leaning her head against Dana’s shoulder as they walk. She shivers, and Dana removes the Eagle's jacket and balances it on Mel’s shoulders. “My hero,” the redhead smirks. “You’re not cold?”

“Nah, I’m used to it,” Dana says. “Almost there.”

“Good,” Mel smirks. “You’re very beautiful, Dana.” Dana blushes, looking at Melissa.

“Well, that’s very kind coming from the Power Ranger goddess,” she teases, and Mel laughs loudly, hitting her arm. “God, that laugh is incredible.”

“Oh, stop it,” Mel blushes now. Dana steers her towards a building, and they walk up the front steps.

“Here we are,” Dana says. “Still have time to run, if you want to.”

“Why? You gonna kill me?” She jokes, and Dana chuckles.

“Don’t joke about things like that. I could actually be a murderer.”

“Well, if you are,” she says as she gets her phone out and drops a pin in a chat. “My friends know where to find me.”

“Smart,” Dana says as she unlocks the door. “Come in, Ms Maximoff.”

“You remembered,” Mel smirks as she steps into the building. They climb the stairs to the second floor, and Dana unlocks a door, holding it open for Melissa. Mel practically drags her inside, pushing her against a wall before the door has even shut. Thankfully, it closes by itself, and Dana hears it click, so she relaxes against Melissa’s body. Mel’s tongue is in Dana’s mouth, and her hands are all over her body, untucking her scrub top from her pants and groping her breasts through the fabric.

“Someone’s eager,” Dana hums happily against Mel’s lips.

“I’m just really fucking turned on right now,” Mel says. “Help me out of this thing?”

Dana spins Mel around and unties the cape, letting it fall to the floor. She hooks her fingers under the straps of Mel’s bodysuit and slowly peels it down her body, kissing her shoulder and back as she removes it.

Mel steps out of it and turns around to face Dana, wearing pink stockings and heels, and her underwear. She removes the headpiece and kicks off her shoes, becoming significantly shorter.

“Hi,” she giggles, now looking up at Dana.

“Hi,” Dana laughs. “You still have clothes on.”

“So do you,” Mel points out. “Need help with them?”

“Wouldn’t mind it,” Dana says as Mel unties the scrubs and starts to pull them down Dana’s legs. She kisses her thighs, bending down as she pulls them down slowly. Dana kicks them across the room and kicks off her sneakers before pulling her tops over her head. She stands before Melissa in her underwear, and for once, she doesn’t feel conscious about her soft belly or her slightly sagging breasts. Because Melissa’s body is the same.

Sure, Melissa is slightly fuller in places than Dana, but their skin is the same age, and it sags in the same way. “You’re beautiful,” Melissa whispers, sliding her hand over Dana’s belly.

“So are you,” Dana says, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to Melissa’s lips. “Take those tights off before I rip them off,” she says, and Mel laughs, yanking them down her body. She ladders them with her nails and groans, tossing them away.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Mel asks, taking Dana’s hand again.

“This way,” Dana grins, dragging the redhead down the hall. She opens her bedroom door, and Melissa pushes her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her. She straddles her, leaning down to kiss the blonde woman. Dana’s hands slide to Melissa’s waist as they kiss. The kiss is messy, needy, desperate, and neither of them cares. Dana reaches her hand around Melissa’s body and unclasps her bra, groaning when her heavy breasts spill out above her.

“Jesus,” she grumbles.

“You like?” Mel asks. “Suck on 'em, baby.” Dana practically whimpers, cupping Melissa’s breasts. They’re so big they can barely fit in her hand, and she brings one to her mouth and sucks on the nipple. Melissa moans, sliding her hand to the back of Dana’s head to hold her close. She unclips Dana's hair from her claw clip and tosses it across the room, dragging her nails against Dana’s scalp.

“Fuck,” she moans. “So good, hon. You’re making me so wet.”

“Yeah?” Dana asks, moving to the other nipple.

“Wanna feel?” Mel asks, taking Dana’s hand and sliding it into her panties. Dana moans when her fingers meet wetness against soft curls, and she curves them upwards.

“Fuck,” Mel moans, grinding against Dana’s fingers. “That feels good.”

“You’re so wet,” Dana says, tilting her head to capture Melissa’s nipples. “Is this just from me?”

“Yes,” Mel blushes. “You’re doing crazy things to my body, nursey.”

“Likewise,” Dana says, sliding her fingers in deeper. Mel groans, rocking her hips against Dana’s hand. Each time she moves her hips, her clit rubs against Dana’s palm, and it feels incredible.

“Fuck, those fingers feel so good,” Melissa moans, holding Dana’s shoulders as she rides her. “Gonna make me cum so hard, mmm, do you like that?”

“Fuck yes,” Dana says. “You’re so tight, Mel.”

“God, call me Mel again,” she whimpers, rocking her hips faster. “I’m close, Dana.”

“That’s it, Mel. Ride my hand,” Dana says. “Just like that, take what you need.”

“Mmph, right there,” Mel gasps, shuddering above Dana. “Yes! Yes! Fuuuuuck,” she exclaims, her whole body stiffening and then relaxing.

Dana looks at Melissa with wide eyes and a dopey smile, and Mel grins, kissing her softly. “Mm, your turn.”

She climbs off Dana’s fingers and unclasps the blonde woman’s bra. She admires her breasts, a perfect handful. Melissa drags her tongue over each of Dana’s nipples, licking and sucking. Dana’s head falls back against the pillows, and her back arches into Melissa’s touch.

She slides her hands down the blonde's body and hooks her fingers in the waistband of her panties, tugging them down. She can smell Dana’s arousal before she sees it, and it makes her groan. She notices a faint scar above her pubic bone and traces a finger across it. “You have kids?” She asks curiously.

“Two daughters,” Dana says. “You?”

“No,” Mel smiles sadly, bending down to kiss the scar. “Always wanted them, though.”

“I’m sorry,” Dana says, and Mel smiles.

“It’s okay,” she says as she pushes Dana’s legs apart. “Relax, hon.” She places a hand on Dana’s stomach to hold her in place, and her other hand gently parts Dana’s folds. They’re both quite well lubricated for women of their age, and Mel smirks at how wet Dana is for her. She holds her open, admiring her pussy before sliding her tongue through it.

“Fuck,” Dana whimpers. Her husband didn’t like going down on her, even though Dana loved it. He said he didn’t like the taste, and it always made her self-conscious. But Melissa didn’t seem to mind. “Do I taste okay?” She asks curiously, and Melissa looks up at her through blown-out-hooded eyes.

“Are you kiddin’?” She asks. “You taste divine, Dana. Who told you otherwise?”

Dana shrugs, “My ex.”

“And that’s why he’s an ex,” Mel says, diving straight back in. She slurps and sucks and licks, and Dana moans softly above her.

“I wanna hear you,” Mel mumbles. “You don’t have to be quiet for me, Dana. Let me know how much you love it, okay?”

“Okay,” Dana says, gently squeezing her nipples. Melissa slides her tongue up to Dana’s clit, and she gasps, bucking against the redhead’s face. “Ohh,” she moans louder. “Oh God, you’re good at that.”

“Mm,” Mel mumbles as she sucks Dana’s clit into her mouth. Dana’s body stiffens, and she moans louder, back arching more.

“Holy shit,” she gasps, reaching for Mel’s hair. Mel holds her in place, standing her ground despite the way Dana is tugging at her scalp. The slight pain sends a jolt of electricity to Mel’s clit. Dana’s chest heaves, and she moans louder and louder as the pleasure builds in the pit of her stomach. As the coil snaps, she bucks against Melissa’s face, white-hot pleasure shooting through her body. Her toes curl against the mattress, and Melissa smirks as Dana claws against her scalp to try to push her away when it gets too much.

Reluctantly, Mel removes her lips from Dana’s sensitive bud, and she licks a stripe through her folds again, tasting her. “That feel good, honey?” She asks sweetly, and Dana laughs, breathless.

“So good, Jesus.”

“Melissa will do fine,” Mel teases, and Dana laughs, pulling her up the bed. She kisses her, tasting herself on the other woman’s lips. “Do you have any toys?” Mel asks curiously, and Dana nods shyly, reaching over to open her top drawer.

Mel inspects the contents. A small bullet vibrator that probably does nothing. A very small dildo that probably barely reaches where it needs to. And then her eyes land on an unopened box. A strap-on.

“You haven’t used this?” Mel smirks as she picks up the box.

“Not yet,” Dana says.

Mel can’t hide her smile as she opens the package. “Can I?” She asks, and Dana nods. She’s honestly wanted to try it for ages, that’s why she bought it. But she’s never brought home anyone that she felt comfortable enough with until now.

She watches as Mel slides the harness up her legs, tightening the strap. She slides the dildo into place and admires herself, laughing. “Do I look hot?” She jokes, and Dana nods, blinking at her.

“What’s your favourite position, hon?” Mel asks, grabbing the lube and squirting some onto the dildo.

“Uhhh,” Dana thinks, and Mel smiles, rubbing the lube up and down the shaft.

“Mine's doggy. Wanna try that?” She asks gently, and Dana nods. Melissa makes her feel at ease and comfortable. And for the first time, she doesn’t feel like she needs to take charge. She rolls onto her knees, resting her head against the pillows, and Melissa groans at the sight.

“Look at you,” she says. “So fuckin’ perfect, Dana. All spread out for me.” She grabs Dana’s hip with one hand and rubs the dildo against Dana’s pussy with the other. She watches how Dana’s body reacts before sliding the toy into her.

“Ohhhh,” Dana moans, and Mel watches as she sinks all the way into the hilt.

“You good, Tesoro?” She asks, and Dana nods eagerly before letting out a breathy “yes.”

“Good girl,” Mel says, “you’re takin’ it so well, hon. Like a pro.”

“It feels so deep,” Dana moans, her voice gravelly and rough, a sign of having smoked most of her life. Melissa grabs her hips bruisingly and slams into her harder.

“Tell me if it gets too much,” Mel says. “Safe word is Power Ranger.”

“That’s filthy,” Dana laughs, gasping when Mel pulls out and slams back into her again. “Fuck.”

“Baby girl likes it hard, huh?” Mel asks, slamming in harder. “She likes my cock, does she? Is she gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Yes!” Dana gasps. “Don’t stop.”

She never liked dirty talk before either. When her husband tried, it made her feel sick. He called her a whore once, and it didn’t turn her on; it made her feel angry and hurt. “Call me a whore,” she blurts out, and Melissa smirks.

“Are you a whore?” She asks. “A dirty fuckin’ whore, taking my cock like a filthy little slut.”

“Fuck yes,” Dana whines.

“The little whore likes it rough, don’t you, darlin’? You wanna be fucked raw until you can’t walk and you have cum drippin’ down your thighs, don’t you?” Mel asks.

Dana trembles beneath her, moaning loudly as she feels the climax taking over her whole body. “Such a filthy little cum guzzler,” Mel says, and Dana snaps, groaning deeply as she comes. She bucks against Mel, seeking closeness, and Mel slams into her, rocking her hips as she presses their bodies together.

“Good girl,” she whispers tenderly, rocking slowly. “You okay, hon?”

“Yes,” Dana sniffles, tears pricking her eyes. “I… I…”

“I know,” Mel says, kissing the back of Dana’s neck tenderly. “I know.” Melissa stays like that for a while, letting Dana cry quietly, and then she pulls out slowly and discards the strap. She climbs under the covers and pulls Dana into her arms, holding her close.

“I take it no one’s ever made you feel good before?” Mel asks gently, and Dana shakes her head. “I’m sorry,” Mel says. “A woman like you deserves the world,” she says, brushing Dana’s blonde hair away from her face.

“Thank you for coming home with me,” Dana says quietly, and Melissa grins.

“Of course,” she says, pressing a soft kiss to Dana’s tear-stained cheek. “Thank you for bein’ nice to a gal from Philly.”

“My fault for wearing the jacket,” Dana laughs, and Mel smacks her arm playfully.

“Admit it. The Eagles are better than the Steelers,” Mel says, and Dana pretends to zip her lips. “Come on!” Mel laughs. “You know I’m right.”

“Nope,” Dana says. “You’ll never get me to admit it.”

“Ah, but you agree,” Mel laughs, and Dana smirks. She feels happiest in Melissa’s arms than she has in a long time, and she counts her lucky stars that she went to the bar tonight, because she can barely even remember the shit day she had, as she snuggles into Melissa’s chest.

“Stay the night?” She asks Mel, who is stroking her hair, and Mel nods, kissing the top of Dana’s head.

“Of course,” she says. “My roomie snores anyway.” And she grabs her phone and sends a text to Barbara to tell her she won’t be coming back to the hotel tonight. Or maybe all weekend. And she wraps her arms around Dana and closes her eyes, the pair of them drifting off into the best night's sleep either of them has had in a long time. 

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ON A RAINY DAY WE MET

THIS WORK HAS 3,933 WORDS IN IT, JUST A HEADS UP. IT'S REALLY LONG.

A/N: - Hi, I think this is the end of this one-shot/short story for now. I can't decide if it needs another part or what, so if y'all could let me know in the comments that'd be great, thanks :).

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PART TWO

The Reader is Australian.

Some/Slight Ava hate. (Not sure if there is still any, but will leave just in case).

Prompt: Reader and Melissa have been in a relationship for months.

No one knows about them except for Barbra (because Melissa tells her everything). Insecurities start to arise within Y/N when she overhears the younger person.

Teachers talking about Melissa "flirting" with the Vending Machine Guy.

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And that's how it all began. You managed to get a babysitter even though it was a rather late notice to the sitter (but she didn't mind).

That date was amazing; you both talked about it and decided that that was what it was, and moved on from there.

As time went on, youse went on little dates at the park, her favourite bar, her favourite sports bar. Kid-friendly places, and you could see yourself having a future with this woman.

Six months later, and it's a week before Valentine's Day. You had decided the previous month that the week leading up to the day you would send her a gift, a day.

Day 1: She received flowers, which weren't anything special (you wanted to really surprise her with how much attention you were paying her with her final gift)

Day 2: She received a small case of her favourite tea (INSERT NAME)

Day 3: She received a gift card to her favourite Nail Salon

Day 4: She received a bouquet of balloons, each having one of y'all's favourite sayings on them

Day 5: She had received a Gift card to her favourite Hair salon and a massage

Day 6: She had received a knitted scarf for the colder months that were upcoming and had made yourself

Day 7: She was to receive a bouquet of her favourite flowers from you along with an invitation to her most favourite restaurant that she has been wanting to go to for a long time.

As you arrived at the school on the last day, you walked towards the teachers' lounge, as you knew that was where she possibly would be. Given that it was lunchtime. You had the flowers in hand and the envelope for the restaurant Barclay Prime. You approached the door, and as you were almost there, you heard a plethora of voices in there sounding rather excited about something that you couldn't place. Once close enough, you could decipher who was in the room.

In the room was: * Janine Teagues

* Greggory Eddie

* Jacob Hill

* Ava Coleman

and last but by no means least * Barbara Howard

Seeing as you couldn't hear the redhead, you went to knock on the door to see where she was when you tuned in to hear what they were saying.

"I'm telling you she likes him. I've never seen her look at someone the way she was looking at him." Janine says with an excited tone.

"She wasn't looking at him in any type of way, you know her she is just really passionate about things, especially when they excite her the way this does," Barbara said, trying to diffuse a situation that really didn't need to be happening.

"Oh, come on. We've ALL seen the looks between them. You can't say that there wasn't any tension between them or a 'look' between them either. Because we all have at one point or another, when he brings her her favourite tea. She likes him." Ava said as she stirs her coffee, and something you can't name starts to settle in your stomach, and you don't like what you feel.

Making sure that nobody was coming and that no one in the room could see you, you kept listening. You needed to make sure of what you were hearing. You've been through something similar with your ex, cheating on you with her co-worker and telling you that she was leaving you because she couldn't 'deal' with having a disabled daughter and that you weren't giving her all of your time like you use to and that she wanted nothing to do with you or Maya anymore, and because of that you didn't want your daughter to go through something like this again especially after spending months getting to know her and her getting close with your daughter.

"And he likes her. The way he looks at her when she leaves a room. Is the same way that I look at food that I cannot afford to buy." Jacob says as he stares off into the distance at something you can't quite see. You suspect that the cameras were in the room with them.

"Besides, you're half sure that she's seeing someone anyway. She disappears most weekends, and most of the time she is home, she's always texting someone, and she never stops smiling. Not to mention all of the Valentine's gifts she's been getting all week, either. Something is going on." He says, whilst finally taking a seat.

"That's true! I wonder who is sending her all those gifts she seemed to enjoy most of them. I don't know about her disappearing most weekends because I don't live there. I do wonder, however, how long they've been dating and why she didn't say anything." Janine finally decided to partake in the conversation taking place. While Greggory is just sitting there with a disinterested look on his face.

"How do you know she is seeing someone? I don't know of anyone she could be seeing, and she tells me everything." Barbara says, getting slightly defensive about the conversation.

"Well, maybe she didn't tell you about this one. It is possible." Jacob says a little miffed about the way Barbara is acting. But he backs down when the veteran teacher looks after him.

"She always tells me everything, and even if she didn't, there's always a good reason. One of which I never press her on until she's ready, but even now. I wouldn't press her on this; she will tell me when she's ready. Anyway, back to the conversation, she could be just going to the library to do or finish any grading she has because she has done that before. Also, even if she was seeing someone, your reaction to just the mention of it would be reason enough for her not to tell anyone. I mean, we all know what she is like." Barbara said, and everyone hushed after that.

Having heard the end of the conversation, it quells some of the fears that are going on in your head, but not enough, as you still have some worries and fears.

Deciding that you've heard enough, you pull out your phone and message Barbara to see where the redhead is, as you wanted it to be a surprise that you were there, even though no one knew you guys were together, which again does nothing for your fears and worries that are now tenfold.

You got a message back, and she tells you that Melissa is in her classroom for the break, as she has a lesson after lunch that she has to be ready for. She informed you that she did eat so that you wouldn't worry about that. Which you would've no matter how you felt.

Thanking her, you put your phone away and headed in the direction of Mels' room. You knew where it was, as you've helped the redhead move something into her room when she needed it, and she wanted to show you off even though no one knew about y'all. She liked to do that pretty much all the time. Which you didn't mind, though, you loved being shown off by her. Having her stake her 'claim' in some way, until she was ready for others to know.

As you approached her room, you once again heard voices coming from the room that you were heading to. You weren't looking forward to what was about to happen, but you didn't want to wait and worry. While you could have trust issues with her. So you pushed aside everything you were feeling and took a look through the door.

What you had seen inside made your stomach drop and tears well up in your eyes. It looked like she was flirting with him, well, at least that's what it looked like in your eyes, from the angle you were standing in.

So, instead of going inside, you make sure that you can't be seen or heard, and you turn and make your way back towards the front of the building.

As you were walking away, you accidentally ran into Barbara as she was making her way to pick up her class from lunch.

She stops you from fully running into her by grabbing your arms.

"Hey!, oh-woah, sweetheart. I almost didn't see you there. Hey, are you okay?" She asked, taking in your current form and how distressed you looked, even though you were trying to hide it.

"Ah, yeah, 'mkay. Nothing to worry about, really. Just got some bad news and need to leave quickly." You say, trying to remain calm and get out of this building as fast as you can.

"I'm sorry that you have bad news. I pray that it's nothing too serious. Did you not see Melissa?" She asked, taking note of the gifts still in your hands.

"Oh, no, I didn't. I got the text just as I reached her door. So, I didn't want to interrupt her in the middle of what she was doing. I'll just have them sent to her or something." You say, trying not to sound as sad as you feel.

"I can take them for you if you want and give them to her. I could say that they were left at the front desk with her name on them." She said, taking in the look that passed over your face quickly.

"Actually, that would be amazing, but I wouldn't want you to go out of your way. As I know that you are on your way to collect your class from lunch." You say trying to be nice, given that you don't feel the best right now.

"Nonsense, I don't mind at all. If anything, I'm early to pick them, and this'll give them their full lunch break minus the five minutes taken from them. I can just drop them off at her place on my way. That and you look like you could have something taken off of your plate right now as well." She says. She has a little plan in place that you don't know about. She wants to know what really happened.

"Thank you, I really do appreciate it. It will be a great help." You tell her, giving her the gifts for Melissa, fully believing that she won't tell her that you were there.

"It's no problem, you should get going, if you need to be somewhere with your news and everything." She told you once you had everything in hand. You were more than happy to take the L and left in an almost sprint.

As you left, you pulled out your phone and messaged your sister Francesca. To see if she was home and available. You got a text back as you got into your car, with her saying that she was and that you could come over when you were ready. You were ready, and you left to go there immediately.

Once you arrived, you let yourself in as you both had keys to each other's houses. You went into the living room, where she was waiting for you with tissues, wine, and what you guys call 'picky snacks'. As she could tell by the tone of your messaging, you need all of it, and that something was wrong.

Once you sat down and took a deep breath, you felt some of the tears that you were holding back start to fall on your face. You couldn't hold back anymore and cried for a while. When you calmed down and went through a breathing exercise with your sister. You told her everything that happened that afternoon.

From the moment you entered the school and overheard the teachers talking to what you had seen in Mels' classroom. You also explained everything that you were feeling.

You both talked about it for over an hour, going into detail after detail. Ending with your sister telling you that you needed to talk to Mel before this thing gets out of hand, and you either miss out on, possibly one of the best things to ever happen to you, or mess it up by not talking to her, either way, her advice is to talk to Mel.

Taking a breathe you check your phone for the time and see the plethora of missed calls and texts from Mel, and see that it's almost time to get your daughter from school.

"Thanks, Fran, really, it helped talking it out and seeing it all put in front of me. I'll see how I go when I get Maya from school." You say with a big breath and stand up to leave.

"It's no problem. You know I don't mind you can call, text, or just come over whenever you know that even if I'm not home." She says as she walks with you to the front door and hugs you.

Arriving at the school 20 minutes later. You see some of the kids start coming out of the school, and you go to make your way to the front of the group of kids and adults that are gathering there.

Looking around, you see your daughter standing Close to Mel and Barbara. As it had been a usual thing for her to start doing over the past couple of weeks, and both Mel and Barbara don't seem to mind.

You walk over to them and look at both your daughter and Mel, seeing them interact does something to your heart.

"Hi, Sweetheart, how was your day?" You say getting as you kneel to her height.

"Hi, Mommy, I had a gooooood day. Look." She says as she lifts her arms for you to pick her up and hands you a piece of paper.

"She really has had a good day. That's just to inform you of the next parent-teacher night." Barbara said with a smile on her face as she watched you interact with your daughter.

"That's good, munchkin. So, what do you feel like having for dinner?" You asked your daughter, trying to put off having to look at the redhead any longer.

"Mmmmm, can we have some type of pasta?" She asked with her little finger on her chin in thought, and then with a semi-serious face as well.

"Sounds good, bub. Maybe Carbonara." You say as you put her back down and finally turn towards the redhead.

"Hi." You say with a quiet voice

"Hi, back." She says with an equally quiet voice.

You both stand there awkwardly for some time. Before she looks at you. "I was wondering if you were free sometime this evening to be able to have a talk?" She says, wringing her hands together. You've never seen her this nervous before.

"Uh, yeah, I could drop Maya off at my sister's house and then either come to your place or you could come to mine?" You said, trying to give one thing to feel in control of, because seeing her like this doesn't give you a great feeling.

"If you don't mind, could we meet up at mine?" She asked. All you did in response to her question was nod your head.

"I'll meet you there in an hour. I just have to get a bag together, as Francesca may want to keep her overnight, it has happened before, and make sure they have the ingredients for Carbonara." You told her while you pick up Maya.

"Ok, sounds good, maybe I can make us something to eat after we have our conversation. Because I hope this goes the way I wish for it to." She said with a look of hope in her eyes.

Once again, you nodded your head at her, saying that that was okay. Because you had hope that it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

"Alright, little one, let's see if Auntie Franny is available to look after you for me. I'll see you in an hour, and you just pray for us, please?" You say to everyone in your vicinity. But in a nice way towards Mrs. Howard, and walked away.

Once you got Maya into her seat and got in yourself, you messaged your sister and told her everything while also asking her if she'd watch Maya for a little while. And just like you suspected, she offered to have her for the night, seeing as it would not be the first time she has dropped off Maya for you, given the work you are in.

After the hour is up, you are standing on the front porch of Melissa's house and are relatively nervous, so after about 5 minutes, you get up the courage and knock on the door.

When she opened it, she let a little sigh of relief. "Come in, I thought for a moment there that you weren't going to show up." She said, leading you into the living room.

Gesturing to the plastic-covered couch, you take a seat a little further from the redhead than normal when you sit next to each other, and something inside her breaks a little.

"So, about what you saw this morning. It's not what you think, I promise you. I wasn't flirting with Gary at all. I'm sorry that it seemed that way, but it wasn't that at all," she said with a hurried breath. And you rolled your eyes at his name, making her chuckle a little.

"Than what was it? Because I've heard and seen you've been flirting with him long enough for everyone to think that you both like each other?" You ask, as you don't want this to take too long.

"Gary and I have known each other for a long time, and slept together once or twice, once before I met Joe and once after my divorce. We did friendly flirting here and there, but would stop when one of us would get into a relationship out of respect for the other. But what was happening recently was me telling him about you, and I don't know how, but the others were somehow getting it confused with me talking to him about you. And the looks on my face and my body language would happen when I would mention something about you that I just love that you do." She said as she looked you in the eye and moved slightly forward as she saw you relax, the more she talked.

"And that's all? There is nothing more between the two of you? I mean, from my perspective, it was a lot of flirting and everything. Maybe I was just seeing wrong, I've been cheated on before." You said taking in all the information that she has given you, and the fact that you do trust her deep down inside. Also reminding her of something that you've told her before.

"Yes, I promise you that nothing is going on between us, and in fact, he has been really respectful of us and our relationship, and he would really like to meet you if you're ever willing to do that. And in fact, I know that you've told me about your ex and everything that she put you through, I want you to know that I would never do that to you. I want a future with you and with Maya as well. I want to wake up on Saturdays and cook a massive family breakfast, have lazy Sundays where we laze around the house and do nothing but watch movies with Maya, and go on family walks together, possibly adopt a dog, and make our family larger together. If that's something you want." She said so passionately that you had tears slowly streaming down your cheeks.

"I would love nothing more than to have all those things with you. I would love to have lazy Sundays and walks in the park, adopt any animal that youse both would like. Thanksgivings here with all of our families, Christmases just us. I would also like to say that I'm sorry for ignoring your calls and texts earlier. I was with Franny, and I wasn't paying attention to anything at that time." You say while taking her hand and wiping any tears that fall down her face.

You both look at each other lovingly and lean in for a kiss that you both have been wanting to have for what feels like forever.

After you both finish kissing, Mel stands up and pulls you with her. She takes your hands and walks you towards the dining room where she had prepared her famous Lasagna, your flowers as the centerpiece, and the envelope untouched.

"I thought it would be more appropriate for you to be here for me to open it and see what the gift is, inside." She told you when you both took a seat, and she had seen you looking around. You smiled at her for thinking that when she could've opened it before talking to Barbara.

Dinner was nice, and once you were both finished, you helped her to clean up. Walking towards the living room, you picked up the envelope and gave it to her once youse were seated back on the couch.

After opening the envelope, she and lunched herself at you, kissing you all over your face for the booking at the restaurant.

Two days later, you both went on your Valentine's date. You went a day after because you didn't want to be there during the rush of Valentine's Day, and have it feel as rushed as it has in the past, you wanted to enjoy your time with Mel.

It was perfect, you both said 'I love you' to each other, Mel asked for you and Maya to move in with her, she even told you to think about it, but you didn't need to, you were already saying 'yes' before she finished speaking.

You informed Maya a week later, and she was so excited to be moving in with her favourite person. She told you once, and you didn't take any offense to it because she was yours also.

Life after that was pretty amazing. A year after moving in together, you and Mel both proposed to each other and said 'yes'.

A year after that, you were both married and adopted a dog your daughter named Nelson. For reasons you don't know and don't mind. Five years after that, you both talked and decided to expand your family again by adding another baby to the mix, and you couldn't decide on either adopting or trying IVF, so you both decided to try both.

What youse didn't expect was that both would work for you. So you adopted a son whom you both named Felix Anthony Schemmenti, and you gave birth to a daughter who was named Alecia Caterina Schemmenti. They were perfect, and Maya was excited to be a

big sister.

After that, life was a beautiful, chaotic mess, and you wouldn't change it for anything. In fact, you would do it all again the same way as before.

THE END.

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ON A RAINY DAY WE MET

A/N:- I decided while writing part two that I needed to change the man that Melissa was 'flirting' with.

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PART ONE

The Reader is Australian.

Some/Slight Ava hate.

Prompt: Reader and Melissa have been in a relationship for months.

No one knows about them except for Barbra (because Melissa tells her everything). Insecurities start to arise within Y/N when she overhears the younger

Teachers talking about Melissa "flirting" with the Vending Machine Guy.

~~~~~~~~~Six months before~~~~~~~~~~

It was a rainy afternoon, and you were in a rush to pick up your 5-year-old daughter, Maya, from school early because she had a doctor's appointment.

When you arrived at the school, you had to leave your uniform on, just a simple tee and your turnout pants. With your braces off and sitting by your hips.

As you make your way to the front office desk, you are informed that you will have to sign your daughter out and take some papers that need to be filled out by your daughter's doctor.

Just as you were finishing signing your daughter out for the rest of the day, you heard a commotion of voices coming from the front entrance. Taking a look in the direction of the door, you see the "normal" gang of teachers coming through it, each of them looking worse than the last as they were drenched with rainwater.

Each is complaining about the rain.

"Jesus! I got rain in places you're not supposed to have rain". The red-headed teacher complained as she took her handbag off her shoulder and went to place it on the front desk.

"Talkin' 'bout my pockets. Holy moly, it just started coming down out there." She explained further once she noticed both you and the cameras were in the room.

"Oh, Barb, your hair is..." One of the young males in the group starts commenting on the veteran's hair, but is cut off by the veteran teacher giving him a look and interrupting his train of thought.

" What?" She asked, giving him a daring look. Neither of them noticed you were there yet.

"Something I shouldn't be commenting on." He backed down quickly and smartly.

"What're you here for, hon?" The redhead asked you.

"Just picking up my daughter for an appointment." You replied, taking notice of her checking you out.

"Your Maya's mother, if I'm not mistaken, young 5-year-old in my class," Barbara states to you, now taking in that there are others in the room.

"Yes, that's me. How has she been adapting to being in school? You know, first year and all." You are as you very carefully take in her appearance.

"She's adapting well. The other students didn't understand at first. There was a lot of staring and asking questions, but they've started to calm down now and are a little more understanding and are willing to help in any way that their little minds can. She has even made a new friend within the last week, and it seems to be going well." She replied as she very delicately started wiping the water from her face and neck. After receiving a little towel from the redhead and thanking her. Making you learn her name is Melissa.

You've heard of her, now you know her name, and you know that she teaches second grade. You also know that she can be a little feisty at times, and you don't really want to get on her bad side if the stories that you've heard are anything to go by. But still, there is something about the redhead that intrigues you.

"Thank you for informing me. It makes me rather happy that she's adapting well and is starting to make friends. However, I do wonder why she hasn't told me. Meh, little ones, she'll tell me when she is ready." You say as you see your daughter coming towards you.

"HI MOMMY!" She screams as she is barreling towards you as fast as she can with her walker.

A tiny backstory about your daughter is that she was born without proper working legs. The doctors say that her spinal cord is fused; they call it Congenital Vertebral Body Fusion. She can walk, but she must use either a cane or a walker.

That is what the appointment today is about: possible surgery, as she is so young, and it may work better for her.

Coming back to the present time, you have just enough time to catch her before she collides with you.

"Careful, bub, you don't want to hurt yourself or anyone else. Mommy missed you so much." You say as you lift her onto your hip gently, giving her a chaste kiss to her head, and she snuggles into you slightly.

As you hug your daughter, you look at the other teachers still in the room. Looking at each of them in their own little conversations and trying to remove as much of the water from their faces as they can.

Looking towards the redhead, you notice that she is looking through her bag for something when she bangs it on the desk and makes a frustrated noise.

"What's the matter?" Barbara Howard asked her friend when she looked towards her.

"I forgot my compact at home this morning when I was in a rush to leave." She replied with a note of frustration in her voice.

You overheard that as you were turning to leave. Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out your compact and handed it to her.

"I know we are probably different shades and everything, but it may help you." You tell her as you place it on the desk closest to her.

"Thanks, I'll get it back to you tomorrow." She says gratefully as she takes it from the desk.

"That's alright, you don't have to do that, it's just a cheap one anyway, nothing special." You say with a tone in your voice that she picks up rather quickly.

As you turn around, you almost walk into a man you've never seen before.

"Sorry." You both say at the same time.

"Where should I set up?" He asks, looking around at everyone in the room.

"Set up for what?" The young white male whose name you learned is Jacob.

"Picture Day." He replied.

You turned around rather abruptly as you were near the door, overhearing this information. "I'm sorry, did I just hear correctly? Did you say picture day?" You asked, looking around, seeing the astonished faces of the teachers.

He nodded his head, looking at everyone properly for the first time since entering the building, and he was bewildered by the looks on everyone's faces. As no one in the room even knew that it was today, especially you, seeing as you were a parent and should've received a notice for it at some point. Not only that, but you were leaving early with your child.

Just as someone was about to reply, the Principal Ava Coleman walked into the room.

"Ava." The young female teacher, Janine, said.

"Janine." She replied with a mocking tone.

"Ava." She said a little more seriously.

"Janine." She kept the same tone in her voice.

"Ava, this man says that he's here for picture day," Janine says with some more information than before.

"Who the hell is he?" She asked with a confused look on her face.

"The Photographer." Everyone replied.

"Oh, damn." She said it like it had slipped her mind, and it was the most surprising thing of her day.

"Ava, how could you forget to inform us about this?" Barbara asked.

"More importantly, how do I not know about this? How could you forget to inform any parents about this, as this is the first time I am hearing anything about this?" You say, slightly annoyed, that this info is just now coming to her mind. You make sure to keep an eye on the time, while this conversation is happening, so you are not late.

"I forget so many things all the time, and it... It just falls through the cracks and works out in the end and is fine." She says so nonchalantly as if this is the most normal thing in the world.

"Well, it's not, now, as I have to leave and my child won't be able to have hers taken." You tell her as you make sure you have everything that you need.

"And that's my fault, how?" She asked, shrugging her shoulders and walking away.

You walk towards the photographer. "Is there any way that you would be able to take her photo some other time?" You ask.

"Okay, so there is also no way that we're gonna make a bunch of soakin' wet kids presentable in time for this. So like she asked, is there a way you could come back another day?" Melissa asked.

"Oh, yeah, that's what you asked me back in September, and now here I am. This is it, today or nothing, so I'm sorry, but I can't do another day either." He said with empathy on his face. While also having a regretful look on his face, at the same time.

"That's okay. Thanks anyway." You say as you open the door to leave.

You just buckled your daughter in her car seat, and you hear someone calling for you.

"Ms. Y/L/N, wait a moment. I have this for you." You turn in time to see the redheaded woman speed walking towards you.

"Yes, Ms. Schemmenti?" You asked, having figured out her last name by now.

"You forgot this." She said, handing you a piece of paper.

Opening the paper with a confused look on your face, you look inside the paper and see that it is a time and date for the photographer.

"Wh-how?" You say, completely bewildered, and look at the redhead, stunned.

"Let's just say he 'owed' me a favour, and I cashed it in. Now I'm even with him, and your daughter won't go without her very first school photo." She says with a smirk on her face.

"Thank you. What about the rest of the school? From what you said earlier, the other students won't be ready in time?" You asked, completely lost, how it would work.

"Don't worry about that, it wouldn't be the first time we have to pull something out of our a-s-s-es." She said spelling the words as your daughter is with ear shot as your driver's door was open.

"Oh, don't I know that I've heard quite a few stories about what your group has done in the past. But I wanted to say thank you properly and see if you wanted to go to dinner?" You asked slightly shy as it has been a while since you last asked someone out, and you're not sure what you want this to be. But what you did know was that she was hot, and she intrigued you.

"Do you mean as a date?" She asked with a look in her eyes that you couldn't decipher.

"NO... Errr, I mean maybe? I'm not really sure... but I do want to take you out." You tell her that you were more nervous now than ever before.

"Too bad, maybe I wanted it as a date. But you've got yourself a deal. I'll see you Friday night at 6 at Sacannicchino's if you can get a sitter." She said with a wink and walked away.

You watched her walk away, a little stunned. A smile slowly crept up on your face, and you finally got in your car, driving off.

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