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[izzy120]

Chicken Alfredo

One-shot

Paring: Melissa schemmenti x fem y/n

Summary: y/n and Melissa were kinda work friends but also not? She does bully y/n a good amount! But they do like each other in a way. One day y/n brings a Walmart chicken Alfredo thing that you can warm up in the microwave. (If you know what I mean then you know that shit is nasty!). Melissa saw it, and forced y/n to learn how to cook actual Italian food. With the two besties of course!

Characters: Melissa, Barbara, Janine, Jacob

Warnings: use of y/n, pure fluff! Bullying- but it’s from Melissa so it’s ok, Janine & Jacob just being them,

Today, Y/N walked into school looking way too cheerful, enough for Melissa and Barbara to notice right away. Melissa leaned against a desk, arms crossed, giving Y/N a skeptical once-over.

“Hey, what’s got you all giddy today, kid?” The sarcasm was obvious, but Y/N didn’t care.

“I got one of my favorite foods for lunch today!” she announced proudly.

Melissa scoffed. “That’s it? Jeez, kid, had me thinkin’ you scored a date or somethin’.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “For your information, I could easily pull more than one date.”

Melissa smirked, poking Y/N’s forehead. “Oh yeah? What, you bag another grandma, ya little grandma eater?”

Y/N’s face turned bright red as she swatted at Melissa’s arm. “Oh, fuck you!”

Barbara let out a long, tired sigh. “Melissa, dear, would you please stop teasing Y/N?”

Melissa just grinned while Barbara tried (and failed) to suppress a laugh. Y/N huffed and walked away, making Barbara chuckle as she watched her go.

“Now, Melissa, that was quite rude… Keep that up, and she just might run off with your mother if you’re not careful.” She covered her mouth, chuckling, while Melissa grinned and elbowed her playfully.

“Hey, at least she’s got high standards.”

While at lunch, Y/N stood by the cupboards, waiting for her chicken alfredo to finish heating up in the microwave. As the timer ticked down, Melissa and Barbara walked into the lounge, heading straight for their usual table.

Melissa barely sat down before noticing Y/N and raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Hey, kid. What’re you nukin’ in the microwave?”

Y/N turned to her with a smirk. “Well, since you asked so nicely~”

The microwave beeped, and Y/N opened the door, pulling out her meal with a proud grin. “Chicken alfredo—my favorite!”

Melissa took one look at it and recoiled in horror. “What the hell is that? That ain’t Italian food… looks like it crawled straight outta hell.”

Y/N pouted as she took a seat beside Melissa and Barbara. “Well, I got it from Walmart…” She rubbed the back of her neck with an awkward chuckle. “I can’t cook, so this is the next best thing.”

Melissa stared at the plastic container like it had personally offended her entire lineage. “You oughta march yourself right back to where ya came from!”

Y/N tilted her head in confusion. “Britain?”

Melissa blinked, then shook her head. “No! Hell! You need to go back to hell! ’Cause there’s no way I’m lettin’ you eat that disgrace of Italian food in front of me, kid.”

Y/N shrugged and took a big bite. “Oops~”

Melissa turned away, pretending to gag. Barbara chuckled, already knowing where this was headed.

Without warning, Melissa snatched the bowl from Y/N’s hands.

“Hey!” Y/N jumped up, trying to grab it back, but Melissa stood up, holding it just out of reach.

“This smells—and probably tastes—like ass! No way am I subjectin’ myself to that kinda torture.”

“You’re being dramatic!” Y/N huffed, still trying to reach for it.

Melissa didn’t argue. Instead, she marched over to the trash can and dumped the entire meal.

Y/N gasped, looking between Melissa and the camera crew in shock. “What the fu—”

Before she could finish, Melissa shoved a spoonful of actual Italian food into her mouth.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she chewed, letting out an involuntary moan. “Oh my God… this is amazing! What is it?”

Melissa smirked. “It’s called Penne alla Vodka, and it’s homemade—none of that store-bought garbage.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled. “Can I have some more?!”

Melissa scoffed. “How ‘bout I do ya one better? Why don’t you come to my house, and I’ll teach ya how to actually cook, kid?”

Y/N was about to answer when Janine suddenly chimed in.

“Melissa, can we help you? I really wanna learn how to cook like you!”

Then Jacob jumped in too. “Oh! Me too! I really wanna learn so I can make something for my boyfriend! He would love it if I brought home some leftovers like that! He’d probably go on a whole tangent about the cultural significance of a homemade meal—honestly, I’d eat it up.”

Melissa shot them both a glare. “No—”

“Of course! It would be so fun if we could all hang out!” Y/N beamed at them.

Melissa groaned, looking over at Barbara for backup.

Barbara just sighed, shaking her head. She knew exactly what had happened. Melissa had set this whole thing up just to get some one-on-one time with Y/N.

And it had completely backfired.

At Melissa’s house.

Soft knocks echoed from the door, and Melissa instantly knew it was Y/N. With a sigh, she walked over and pulled it open—only to freeze in place.

Y/N stood there, grinning, dressed in a white apron with “Kiss the Chef” plastered across the chest. Her hair was tucked under a black hairnet, and she looked way too excited.

“I’m here!” Y/N announced cheerfully.

Before Melissa could even process it, Janine and Jacob popped out from nowhere.

“Oh! Uh, hi! Yep, we’re here too! Just, you know, also existing in this space!” Janine yelped.

“Affirmative!” Jacob chimed in. “Present and accounted for! Part of the group! Not to be overlooked!”

Melissa scowled, then scoffed. “Oh, great. I gotta teach a bunch of jabronis how to cook. This is gonna be a disaster.”

With a dramatic sigh, she stepped aside, letting them in. As Y/N walked past, Melissa reached out and smacked the hairnet off her head.

“Hey!” Y/N protested, glaring at her.

Melissa just rolled her eyes, stuffing the net into her pocket. “Oh, no, no, no. You are not wearing that in my house. I got standards.”

Y/N huffed and, in retaliation, accidentally stepped on Melissa’s foot. Without missing a beat, Melissa grabbed the front of Y/N’s shirt and yanked her straight into the kitchen.

Janine and Jacob exchanged a wide-eyed glance.

“Oh!” Janine whispered excitedly. “Did Melissa just completely ignore Y/N’s kicking? Like… not even a single cuss word in Italian? Not even a little one?”

Jacob smirked. “Gasp—” he actually said the word gasp. “I think she did… which is honestly impressive. But, uh, should we maybe—just hypothetically—try to get them together? You know, as a fun little social experiment?”

Their grins grew in unison.

“Yes, yes! A hundred times yes!” Janine practically vibrated with excitement. “This is exactly the kind of thing I was born to do!”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Melissa scowled at whatever scheme those two were undoubtedly cooking up. This was gonna be a long night.

The kitchen was bustling with activity as Y/N, Melissa, Jacob, and—of course—Janine worked together to make Chicken Alfredo.

Jacob was mincing the garlic with intense focus (a very tiny type of cut, to be exact), while Janine handled boiling the noodles like it was the most important task in the world. Melissa was in charge of the sauce, stirring with practiced ease, and Y/N was busy chopping up the chicken—if you could call it that.

Y/N had one eye squeezed shut and her tongue slightly sticking out in concentration, making her look like a cartoon character. Melissa glanced over mid-stir, catching sight of the ridiculous expression. With a scoff and a smirk, she put the spoon down and walked over, standing directly behind Y/N.

“The hell kinda cutting is that?” Melissa huffed, watching Y/N struggle with the knife. “Even my sister could do better—and she once brought a disgrace of a dish to my grandma’s funeral. Absolute embarrassment.”

Before Y/N could protest, Melissa reached out, wrapping her hands over Y/N’s to guide the knife properly. The movement was natural, but suddenly, Y/N could feel Melissa’s breath near her neck, her firm grip steadying her hands. Her face warmed slightly, but she focused on the chicken, ignoring the fact that Melissa’s arms were practically around her.

Across the kitchen, Jacob and Janine stared, their eyes comically wide—like something straight out of an anime.

But before the moment could linger, Y/N abruptly elbowed Melissa in the stomach.

Melissa reeled back with a grunt, clutching her abdomen. “God damn, kid! If you didn’t want me touchin’ you, you coulda just said so! No need to get all punchy about it!”

Y/N turned around, biting her lip, looking somewhat guilty—but also thoroughly amused.

“I’m… pfft—” She tried to hold it in but ultimately burst into laughter.

Melissa rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smirking. “Yeah… sure. You’re real sorry.”

The rest of the night was nothing short of amazing. They talked, they laughed, and they just enjoyed each other’s company. It was a fun, easygoing evening—except for one tiny, glaring problem.

Janine and Jacob were beyond frustrated with Melissa. She kept getting chance after chance to just man up and kiss Y/N—so many chances! And yet, every single time, she let them slip right through her fingers. They even tried to help, nudging her along, dropping hints so obvious a brick wall would’ve caught on. But nothing.

By the end of the night, they just couldn’t take it anymore.

They were in the middle of a game when Jacob suddenly shot to his feet, exhaling the most dramatic sigh.

“I can’t do this anymore! Melissa, I know you like Y/N! You’re practically over the moon for her! And you, Y/N—I swear, some days I genuinely wonder how you manage to keep your emotions in check! At this point, you’re both just acting like a couple, but without all the kissing! And honestly? It’s driving me insane! So, please, for the sake of my sanity—fix it. Right now. Just kiss already!”

The room fell silent.

Y/N and Melissa sat there, eyes wide, faces burning red.

“E-excuse me?…” Y/N stuttered, blinking rapidly.

Melissa crossed her arms, furrowing her brows in pure denial. “W-what the hell are you talkin’ about, Jacob?”

Janine groaned, throwing her hands in the air. “Ugh! I swear, you guys!”

And before either of them could react, she shoved Y/N straight into Melissa.

Their lips collided.

Y/N’s eyes went comically wide at first, but then Melissa’s hands instinctively found her hips, steadying her. The shock faded, and Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut as Melissa—ever the overachiever—deepened the kiss without hesitation.

Janine and Jacob exchanged the most victorious grins.

They did it.

After all that hard work—finally.

This is a little shorter than usual! So my apologies. Also school and shit has been getting to me so I haven’t been able to write as more! It’s quite sad to be honest! Hopefully I can get my brain juices working again soon!

[izzy120]

Alien 💗love💗 

First chapter, young love

Pairing: Grace Augustine x na’vi y/n

Summary: when the sky people came y/n was forced to find a mate. Her parents found one that they loved for y/n. She ran away from the night to find the sky people, she falls in love with Grace but when she came back home her parents immediately band her from meeting them. A couple years later she finally meets them again.

Warnings: Na’vi language, humans being called sky people- sometimes even demons, cussing, words like mate & mated

Y/n’s thoughts: blue

Na’vi words in English: red

A couple months ago, the Sky People first landed on Pandora, most of the Na’vi were curious but also deeply afraid. To stay safe from the strange intruders, they remained close to their Hometree, wary of these unfamiliar beings.

Y/n was one of the younger Na’vi in her clan. She was admired for her remarkable skills as both a singer and a hunter. Despite her talents, to her parents’ dismay, Y/n had shown no interest in finding a mate. She couldn’t fathom the idea of settling down or having children—she felt far too young for that kind of life. Her parents, however, had other plans.

Determined to see her mated, they began introducing her to potential partners. One man, Rävo’nak, particularly caught their favor. Without consulting Y/n, they promised her to him. But Y/n wanted nothing to do with him. Disgusted by the entire arrangement, she decided to escape—if only for a little while. That evening, she slipped away into the forest to clear her head.

As she wandered under the bioluminescent glow of the trees, Y/n noticed movement ahead. Two figures were standing in a clearing. Confused, she hesitated. “Why would Na’vi be out here so late? Shouldn’t they be at Hometree?” She crept closer, carefully hiding behind the trunks of the great trees. What she saw astonished her.

The two figures looked like Na’vi but… different. They wore strange clothing, and their feet were covered in unfamiliar objects. Y/n’s curiosity outweighed her caution as she inched closer, her movements as light as a feather to avoid being detected. But a sudden snap of a twig betrayed her. The figures froze and turned in her direction.

Y/n’s heart raced as she ducked behind a tree, but before she could fully recover, a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the open.

“‘Ak!” she cried out, flinching in pain.

The figures, now up close, didn’t seem like Na’vi at all. Their features were subtly different, their movements alien. Y/n hissed in warning and tried to bite the man holding her, but he restrained her with an iron grip, grabbing her face to keep her from lashing out. Her tail swished furiously as she struggled to free herself.

The man turned to the female figure, speaking in a strange language that Y/n couldn’t understand. “We should take her back to the lab to run some tests. We need more Na’vi blood; supplies are running low.”

The woman scoffed and immediately intervened, pulling Y/n out of the man’s grip. “Absolutely not! We won’t do such a thing. The only reason we had that blood was due to a mistake on our end.”

The woman knelt to Y/n’s level and released her arm. Y/n backed away, crouching in a defensive position with her knife drawn. The woman sighed, raising her hands in a gesture of peace.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” she said softly. Realizing the language barrier, she adjusted her approach, placing two fingers between her eyes and extending her hand forward. “I see you.”

Y/n hesitated before mirroring the gesture. “Oel ngati kameie,” she replied cautiously.

The woman smiled warmly and switched to a language Y/n could understand. “Oel ngati ke tse’a futa rolar mì nga, ma ‘itesyip. Lu nga ketsran?” (I’m sorry that we scared you, little one. Are you okay?)

The gentle tone eased Y/n’s tension. She tilted her head as the woman patted her gently on the head. Though puzzled by the gesture, she found herself liking it.

“Oe lu Grace. Siä ngal?” (I’m Grace. What about you?)

Y/n’s ears twitched as she pushed Grace’s hand away. “Oe lu Y/n!”

Grace nodded, but the man beside her still seemed tense. “What is she saying, Doctor?”

Grace rolled her eyes. “She told me her name. Calm down.”

The man scoffed, crossing his arms. “Well, we need information from her, or she’s useless!”

Grace narrowed her eyes at him, her disapproval evident. Y/n, picking up on the body language, flicked her ears curiously. Grace turned back to Y/n, her expression softening.

“Ulte oel tsap’alute fwa ma Mathew. Fwa po lu txumri, ke ftum fwa.” (I’m sorry about my friend Mathew. He’s quite the buzzkill.)

Y/n giggled. “Po zene tokx-it tswayon sìk!” (He seems to have a huge stick up his ass!)

Grace chuckled, earning a suspicious glare from Mathew. “I feel like you’re both talking about me,” he grumbled.

“Maybe you should learn the language better,” Grace shot back with a smirk.

As Mathew muttered to himself, Y/n’s attention drifted to Grace’s clothing. She reached out, marveling at the soft, colorful fabric. Grace noticed and, with a chuckle, removed her green jacket, draping it over Y/n’s shoulders.

“Nga tsun tìyawn fì’u nìtxan nìlaw oeru.” (You would like this more than me.)

Y/n’s eyes lit up. She stood and twirled, showing off the jacket as though it were a treasure. She couldn’t wait to show her parents! “Why were they so afraid of the Sky People? They seemed kind.”

Grace rose to her feet, gently pulling Mathew along. With a polite bow, she began to walk away. Y/n watched them disappear into the forest, her ears drooping slightly in sadness when she realized they were gone.

Y/n ran back home, her face lit with joy. She darted past Rävo’nak and straight to her parents, who were talking to her sister. “Etuwa, Sa’nok, Sempu!” she called excitedly. Her father, mother, and sister all turned to her, their expressions shifting to relief. They had feared Y/n had run away for good and would never return.

Her mother, Tsahìk Asahe, rushed to her and enveloped her in a tight embrace, her worry evident. “Oeyä ’ite, oe lu oeru san fwa oe soli txoa! Fwa nga za’u teri nì’it?” (“My daughter, I was so worried! Why did you run away?”).

Y/n gently pulled back from her mother and performed the respectful Na’vi greeting. Her parents and sister returned the gesture, though concern lingered on their faces.

“Sawtute-” (“The Sky People-”), Y/n began, but her father, the Olo’eyktan, immediately tensed. His worry turned to fury. “Keaun sawtute ngaru, oeyä ’ite?” (“Did the Sky People hurt you, my daughter?”), he asked sharply.

Y/n quickly shook her head, her voice hurried and defensive. “Kehe, Sempu! Fayu lu txantsan nìtxan ayngaru! Mina tokx fwa oel ke’ut nìftue!” (“No, father! They were so nice to me! One of them even gave me this thing!”).

She gestured to the green leather jacket draped over her shoulders, her smile radiant as she waited for her father’s approval. But instead of softening, his frown deepened. Without a word, he grabbed the jacket from her, making her yelp in surprise.

“Nga txopu oeru sìltsan, oeyä ’ite. Sawtute lu kefyak fwa rolunayä sivi!” (“You disappointed me, daughter. The Sky People are not people to befriend!”).

Y/n’s ears drooped, and her eyes filled with tears. “Sempu…” she whispered, her voice trembling, but her father only glared at her before turning and walking away.

Her mother sighed deeply, placing a hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “Nga lu säspxin nìteng piveng fwa keftxo nawnit txo fwa tawey’it ayoeng teri sawtuteng kehe piveng fpi!” (“You are banned from meeting them ever again!”).

She followed her husband, and Y/n’s sister trailed after them without a word. Left alone, Y/n tried to stifle her tears, but they fell freely as she stood there, clutching the ground beneath her feet in silent anguish.

A couple of years had passed since the Sky People first arrived, and Y/n now fully understood why they were so dangerous. Despite this, she had learned some English from the Na’vi children who attended Grace’s school. She longed to see Grace again, but her parents forbade it, insisting she stay close to Rävo’nak. Her hopes were further crushed when the school shut down after Sky People attacked, killing Na’vi children.

Y/n’s older sister, meanwhile, was promised to a man destined to become the next clan leader. Y/n didn’t understand why her parents were so insistent on her finding a mate when her sister already had such an important union. Regardless, her parents forced her to spend time with Rävo’nak, whom Y/n deeply resented.

One day, while out hunting for fruits and meat with Rävo’nak, Y/n wandered farther from him than he liked—not that she cared about his opinion. She clicked her tongue softly, waiting for one of the animals to take the bait. Suddenly, she noticed three figures in the distance. Narrowing her eyes, she realized they were Na’vi—but something about them was off. They had strange devices in their hands, and Y/n quickly recognized them as demons in Na’vi skin.

Without hesitation, she grabbed her knife and lunged at one of the men, slashing his arm. He cried out in pain before striking her across the face with the back of his gun. Y/n fell to the forest floor, coughing up blood but glaring at the man with defiance. She readied herself to attack again but froze when her eyes landed on the woman.

Her ears perked up in recognition. It was Grace!

Dropping her aggression, Y/n ran past the men and threw herself into Grace’s arms. “Grace!” she cried, surprising the woman, who caught her just in time.

“What are you doing here, Y/n?” Grace asked, though a smile soon spread across her face. “You’ve grown so much!”

Y/n beamed with pride. “I learned demon talk!” she said in English, her tail swishing back and forth. Grace chuckled softly, patting Y/n’s head, making the younger Na’vi melt under her touch.

The two men stared in confusion, prompting Y/n to hiss at them. Grace sighed, gently breaking away from Y/n’s embrace.

“Calm down, Y/n. These two are my friends—well…” she glanced at the man with the gun and sighed, “one of them is more like a forced acquaintance.”

“Hey!” the man protested, pouting.

Grace gestured to him. “That’s Jake,” she said, then pointed to the other man. “And this is Max. He was helping me with the iPad.”

Y/n nodded but kept her focus on Grace, her admiration shining in her eyes. Just as the group continued their conversation, Rävo’nak appeared, bow drawn and ready to fire.

“Stay away from my mate, demons!” he growled, aiming at them.

Y/n spun around and glared at Rävo’nak. “I’m not your mate, Rävo’nak! We haven’t mated yet!”

Her words only fueled Rävo’nak’s anger, though he kept his bow steady, determined to protect her from the Sky People. Jake looked at Grace, clearly baffled.

“Uh… are they like animals? They keep talking about mating,” he muttered.

Grace shot him a withering glare and elbowed him in the ribs. “It’s a sacred bond for the Na’vi. Don’t talk like that, kid.”

Rävo’nak hissed aggressively, baring his teeth. Y/n tensed and hissed back, her tail swishing angrily.

Grace raised her hand, placing two fingers between her eyes and extending them outward in the Na’vi gesture of peace. Rävo’nak ignored her completely, which only irritated Y/n further.

“Go, Rävo’nak! You’ve already gathered food for the clan. Leave!” she ordered.

Rävo’nak’s ears flattened slightly, but he shook his head. “You’re coming with me, Y/n, or I’ll tell Olo’eyktan”—their clan leader and Y/n’s father—“that you’ve been speaking with the Sky People!”

Y/n growled low in her throat, her body tense. “Fine!”

Rävo’nak extended his hand for her to take, but before leaving, Y/n leaned closer to Grace and whispered something in her ear. Then, with great reluctance, she took Rävo’nak’s hand and followed him into the forest.

Jake and Max turned to Grace, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What did she say?” Jake asked.

Grace sighed, slipping a sample of a flower into her bag. “She told me to meet her here tonight. I have a bad feeling about this…”

After I watched both Avatar movies I completely fell in love with Grace! Please I need her?!

[izzy120]

Masterlist

This is my master list for all the characters that I love! I’ll keep adding characters when I find new characters.

Melissa Schemmenti

series

Cute but dangerous part.2 : Y/N was new to Abbott Elementary, and let’s just say Melissa didn’t trust her right off the bat. But over time, Y/N slowly started to earn her trust—until Melissa’s gut feeling proved to be right all along.

Short stories

Chicken Alfredo: Y/N didn’t know how to cook her favorite Italian dish, so Melissa took it upon herself to teach her the ropes.

On going…….

Robyn McCall

series

Learning how to fight: McCall started teaching Y/N how to fight, and as the lessons went on, they grew closer and closer. Eventually, even her aunt and daughter started to notice the bond forming between them.

Stockholm: Y/N was kidnapped, leaving McCall frantically searching for her wife everywhere. When McCall finally found her, she was in shock—Y/N was beaten, terrified, and unwilling to leave her captor, clinging to the one who had hurt her.

Short stories

That’s me: After an attack meant for McCall, Y/N lost her memories. She couldn’t trust anyone, convinced that she had either been kidnapped—or worse. But one day, when she came across a picture of herself and McCall, both of them smiling and looking so happy, doubt crept in. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was truly the person everyone said she was.

On going…….

Regina Mills

series

Love is tough: Regina had always been abusive, but Y/N chose to look past it, pretending it didn’t exist. However, after the curse, Regina began to genuinely care for Y/N—and for Henry, too. Unfortunately, Emma came along and ruined it all.

Happy family: Regina loved both Henry and Y/N, and Y/N was pregnant with Regina’s child, thanks to their use of magic. They were happy, but as more and more drama unfolded, it became increasingly difficult for Y/N to keep the baby alive.

Short stories

Yes mayor!: Y/N always managed to get under Regina’s skin, constantly annoying the Evil Queen. But for Y/N, it was all just for kicks and giggles—nothing more.

On going……..

Emma Swan

series

Short stories

The walls are gone: Y/N was overjoyed that Emma finally let her guard down, so she couldn’t resist throwing a little party to celebrate with all their friends and family!

On going…….

Wanda Maximoff

series

Short stories

On going…….

Natasha Romanoff

 series

Short stories

Puppy: Y/N discovers an abandoned puppy and brings it home, quickly becoming completely absorbed in caring for it. Meanwhile, Natasha is left to watch from the sidelines, pouting as the puppy steals all of Y/N’s attention.

On going……..

Agatha Harkness

series

Short stories

On going…….

Rio Vidal

series  

Short stories

On going……

Olivia Benson

series

I’ll save you!: Olivia was like Y/N’s hero, so she made sure to treat her as such. Y/N would follow Olivia around like a lost puppy, showering her with gifts and admiration.

Short stories

On going……

Grace Augustine

series

Alien 💗love💗 part 1

Short stories

On going…….

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Cute but dangerous

Second chapter, the “apology”

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x y/n

Summary: after the pepper spray incident Melissa and y/n start to become more friendly. But it was all a lie in a couple of hours. Melissa felt like Y/n was hiding something so she is planning to find out, while Y/n was hiding something pretty big. And did you really expect Melissa to say sorry that easily?

Warnings: after effects of pepper spray, cussing, meaner then usual Melissa, flirting, Lying, maybe Kristin Marie x y/n for the first couple of chapters (I don’t know about that one yet-)

Italian sayings in English:

Dannatamente: goddamn

Topolino: little mouse

Stronza: you bitch

Pezzo di merda: piece of shit

Monello: brat

Per favore perdonami: please forgive me

Recap:

Melissa searched the school for Y/n, eventually finding her sitting in the classroom. Rolling her eyes, Melissa walked over quietly, not wanting to make a scene. Without thinking, she placed a hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n jumped with a startled scream and instinctively sprayed pepper spray directly into Melissa’s face.

Melissa let out a pained yell, clutching at her eyes. “I know I pissed you off, but what the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you do that?!”

Y/n froze, horrified by her own reaction. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

Melissa, still blinded and livid, groaned through gritted teeth. “Cazzo di pezzo di merda!”

Back to the present:

Melissa groaned in pain, clutching her face. “I’m so sorry!” Y/N blurted, feeling absolutely horrible. “You really shouldn’t sneak up on people like that!” Y/n whispered nervously.

Melissa grunted, slamming her hand against a nearby desk. “WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE PEPPER SPRAY AT SCHOOL?!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “For protection! What kind of woman doesn’t carry something to defend herself? You’re lucky I didn’t use my pocket knife!”

Melissa’s eyes widened, despite the redness surrounding them. “You have a fucking pocket knife?!”

Y/N winced. “Uh… no? Forget I said that. And you can’t exactly talk! You’ve got a bat hidden behind your desk!”

Melissa looked genuinely surprised, her expression still evident despite the irritation around her eyes. “How did you—”

“I’m not stupid,” Y/N interrupted. “I always check out the classrooms I work in. So why do you have a bat, huh? Planning to murder someone?”

Melissa groaned again, still wiping at her face. “Why would I be a murderer? I’m a second-grade teacher, for fuck’s sake!” She muttered under her breath, “Dannatamente, this hurts!”

Y/N scoffed, ignoring what Melissa just said, she didn’t quite catch what she said anyway. “I don’t know… maybe you’re some psycho who gets off on hurting kids!”

Melissa didn’t dignify that with a response, instead gritting her teeth and blinking rapidly, though it was clear the pain wasn’t subsiding. Guilt immediately crept back into Y/N’s chest.

“Sorry…” she murmured.

Melissa sighed and sat on the edge of the desk. “It’s fine, kid. You’re right—it’s my fault for sneaking up on you.” There was a trace of something in her voice, maybe pride, but Y/N dismissed it. There was no way Melissa was proud of getting pepper-sprayed.

Digging into her bag, Y/N pulled out a makeup wipe. She hesitated, unsure if it would help, but decided to try anyway. Walking over to Melissa, she gently cupped her face.

“This might burn… or maybe not,” she said cautiously, pressing the wipe to Melissa’s skin. Melissa winced but tried to hide it, earning a raised eyebrow from Y/N.

“You don’t have to act all tough, you know,” Y/N teased.

Melissa scoffed and rolled her eyes. “What are you talking about, Topolino?”

Y/N blinked. “What does that mean?” she asked, momentarily distracted. Melissa didn’t answer, and Y/N filed it away to ask about later. A mischievous grin tugged at her lips, one that looked suspiciously like a child about to pull a prank.

Without warning, Y/N pressed the wipe harder against Melissa’s eye.

“OW! What the hell?!” Melissa yelped, glaring at her through blurry eyes.

Y/N smirked. “Oops,” she replied innocently, glancing away.

“Stronza,” Melissa muttered under her breath, her irritation palpable.

Y/N stifled a laugh, making a mental note to ask about that word later, too.

After “fixing” Melissa’s eyesight, the tension between them eased, and they actually started talking instead of constantly bickering.

“Sorry again for… you know, pepper spraying you,” Y/n said, glancing up at Melissa with wide, doe-like eyes. “Are your eyes feeling better?”

Melissa quickly averted her gaze, a slight flush creeping up her cheeks. “Yes, I’m fine now,” she replied with a sigh before standing up. She extended a hand toward Y/n, who looked at her in confusion.

Rolling her eyes at Y/n’s puzzled expression, Melissa grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the desk. “I guess I’m sorry for being a total bitch to you today, kid… I won’t do it again,” she muttered, her tone begrudging.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You’re totally going to do it again,” she said with a shrug, pulling her wrist free from Melissa’s grasp. A mischievous smile spread across her face as she bumped Melissa lightly with her hip. “But it’s fine—I got my payback.”

She started to walk away but paused at the door, glancing back over her shoulder. “Oh, and next time you scream at me or call me names, I’m definitely using my pocketknife on you.”

Before Melissa could respond, Y/n added, “I’ll grab the ‘little eagles’ from music class. See you then!” She winked and blew Melissa a playful kiss before disappearing into the hallway.

Melissa stood there, momentarily stunned, before letting out a huff and heading back to her desk, unsure how to process what had just happened.

At the end of the school day, Y/n was packing up her things, ready to leave. Meanwhile, Melissa stood by, arms crossed, glaring at her while muttering under her breath about how slow Y/n was being.

Y/n sighed and looked up, clearly exasperated. “I thought we were past this stage.”

Melissa scoffed, her frown deepening. “I’m just saying, you’re taking too long!” she snapped, leaning against the doorframe impatiently.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n groaned in annoyance and, with deliberate slowness, began packing even slower.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing, you pezzo di merda!?” Melissa barked, her frustration boiling over.

Y/n glanced up again, her lips curling into an innocent smirk. “What do you mean?~”

Melissa’s glare sharpened. “I mean, you’re dragging this out on purpose now!”

The smirk grew wider. “Well, no one’s forcing you to wait for me~” Y/n teased.

Melissa fell silent, glaring daggers for a moment before letting out a frustrated scoff and storming out of the room.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, the sound echoing down the hall. Melissa, already out of sight, let out another annoyed grumble.

With Melissa and Barbara:

Melissa was venting to Barbara about Y/n, her voice rising with frustration. “Barb, she is so annoying! I’m trying to keep my composure, but she just keeps getting under my skin… she’s worse than Kristin!”

Barbara let out a sigh, gently patting Melissa’s back. “Dear, maybe you don’t like her because she’s challenging the structure you’ve built. I know how much it bothers you when people don’t follow your rules.”

Melissa pushed open the door and stepped outside, the sharp cold air biting at her skin. She shivered slightly as she pulled her car keys from her pocket. “I don’t think that’s it… she just doesn’t feel right to me,” she muttered. “That monello gives me weird vibes.”

Barbara sighed again, a weariness settling over her. She hadn’t sighed this much in years. “Why do you feel that way, dear? Didn’t you say the two of you made up in some way?”

Melissa puffed up her chest, swinging her keys around her finger. “I just made her think we made up so she wouldn’t know I’m still onto her trail!”

“Trail? Melissa, dear, please…” Barbara’s tone was laced with concern. She could already sense trouble brewing.

“I’m telling you, Barb, that girl is bad news. I can feel it in my bones!” Melissa insisted.

Barbara shook her head as she walked to her car and unlocked it. “You know what I feel?”

Melissa groaned, already knowing what was coming. “Not again…”

“I feel God,” Barbara declared, placing a hand on her cross necklace. “And you need to talk to Him because you’re heading down a dangerous path.”

Melissa scrunched her nose in irritation as she unlocked her own car. “Well, He won’t be able to stop me this time because I know I’m right!” She made a quick cross over her chest and kissed her fingers, looking to the sky. “Per favore perdonami.”

Barbara shook her head as she slid into her driver’s seat. “I need to get home to Gerald before I lose my mind.”

As she pulled out of her parking spot, Melissa shouted after her, “I’ll prove it to you! That girl has something to hide!”

Barbara didn’t respond, only muttering to herself, “Lord, give me strength…”

Y/n stepped into her house, kicking off her shoes and hanging up her coat. Just as she was settling in, her phone began to ring. Pulling it from her pocket, a sly smirk spread across her face as she answered.

Pressing the phone between her ear and shoulder, she walked to the kitchen. “I didn’t expect you to call so late. Did you miss me already?~” she teased with a giggle, reaching for a bottle of wine.

As the woman on the other end began to speak, Y/n chuckled, pouring herself a glass. “Yes, yes, I know~” she replied, lifting the glass and heading into the living room. She stopped in front of a mirror perched on a desk surrounded by plants, admiring her reflection as she took a sip of the red wine.

“It all went perfectly,” Y/n said, a note of satisfaction in her voice. “Melissa’s starting to trust me a little more, so the big hurdle is finally out of the way~” She smirked at her reflection, listening intently to the woman’s response on the other end.

After a moment, she adjusted her hair with a soft giggle. “Don’t worry, I’ll get all the information we need and bring it back. It won’t take long. Once I have everything, we’ll make your school better,” she said confidently before downing the rest of her wine in one smooth motion.

With a small hum of acknowledgment, Y/n added, “Well, I’ll call you later, cutie!~” A playful pout formed on her lips as the woman clearly protested. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop calling you that, Kristin.”

She hung up with a huff, tossing the phone onto the couch. “She’s such a party pooper,” Y/n muttered to herself before heading off to her room, a satisfied smirk still lingering on her face.

Hopefully this was a good plot twist 😂. I’m also wondering of doing Kristin Marie x y/n type of thing for the plot but I don’t know if that’s good. So give me your thoughts on that please! Also if you guys want me to tag you then I’ll learn how to do that and do it!

[izzy120]

Cute but dangerous

Part 2

First chapter, the meeting

Pairing: Melissa scemmenti x fem y/n

Summary: you just came from your old school to Abbott Elementary to be Melissa’s co-teacher. But she has been being a total bitch for not even half the day to y/n making her angry. So y/n may or may not have pepper sprayed Melissa in the eyes!

Warnings: cussing, more than usual mean Melissa, I think that’s it, tell me if I missed something!

Italian sayings in English

I’m going to kill that kid: “Sto per uccidere quel bambino”

Idiot: Idiota

Kid: Bimbo

Fucking piece of shit: Cazzo di pezzo di merda

Y/n isn’t quite sure how she ended up here. One moment, she was talking to the principal of her old school, and the next, she’s somehow in the halls of Abbott Elementary. Apparently, one of the teachers needed a teaching assistant—or as some like to call it, a “co-teacher.” But let’s be real, that title felt like a stretch. With a resigned sigh, Y/n adjusted the strap of her small bag, which held all the “essentials”: chapstick, makeup wipes, extra shirts (for inevitable kid-related messes), pepper spray, and a pocket knife. You know, the basics.

Pushing through the school doors, she approached the front desk with a polite smile and a flicker of nervousness in her eyes. “Hi, my name’s Y/n, N/y/n. I’m here to see Principal uh, Ava…I think that’s her name?” Y/n giggled awkwardly, already feeling out of place. Forgetting the principal’s name on day one? Great fucking start. She glanced at the two women behind the desk, who were now staring at her like she’d sprouted a second head.

The silence made Y/n shift uncomfortably, her nerves creeping higher. “Did I say something wrong?” she asked, glancing between them. One of the women, dressed head to toe in maroon—a cardigan over a floral blouse, matching slacks, and perfectly styled hair—looked like she could be Y/n’s mom. Well, if her mom exuded the perfect balance of warmth and authority. The second woman, though… oh boy. Strict, sharp, and undeniably intimidating. Y/n felt her cheeks heat up. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Dear,” the maroon-clad woman said with a motherly smile, snapping Y/n out of her spiral. “I’m guessing you’re the new co-teacher?”

Y/n blinked a few times before nodding quickly. “Yes, ma’am! That’s me!” She accepted the woman’s outstretched hand, shaking it politely.

“I’m Barbara Howard,” the woman introduced herself warmly. “I’m the kindergarten teacher here. And this,” she said, motioning to her work wife, “is Meli—”

“Ms. Schemmenti,” the second woman cut in, crossing her arms and giving Y/n a once-over with a sharp glare.

Barbara sighed and placed a calming hand on her work wife’s shoulder. “Her name is Melissa, dear.”

Y/n nodded, trying not to let the intensity of Melissa’s stare rattle her. “Oh! Wait—are you the person I’m co-teaching with? I got an email about who I’d be assisting, and I think it mentioned you…”

Melissa scoffed and looked away. “Yeah, that’s me. Ava stuck me with two classes this year, so she figured I’d need a little help managing the little eagles.”

Y/n’s face lit up at the nickname. “That’s adorable! Do you give each second-grade class a nickname every year?”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “No, Idiota….Now, come on, let’s get moving, Maddie.”

“That’s not my name… it’s Y/n!” Y/n called after her, rushing to keep up.

Melissa groaned, clearly unimpressed. “If you last more than a month, maybe I’ll remember your name. Until then, Rick.”

Y/n gasped, trailing after her. “That’s not even close! That’s a guy’s name!”

Inside Melissa’s classroom, Y/n was hunched over, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. “Wow…hah…you’re a…hah…really fast walker!” she wheezed, still recovering. Melissa shot her a half-smirk, half-frown, clearly trying not to laugh. “Maybe don’t be so slow Bimbo,” Melissa replied dryly before heading to her desk to grab some papers.

Y/n’s exhaustion vanished in an instant as she squealed and rushed over to Melissa. “Is this your desk? Do I get a desk? At my old school, I had the cutest little desk, and I absolutely loved it!” she gushed, smiling proudly. Melissa raised an eyebrow at her. “Yeah, you’ve got a desk.” She walked to the back of the classroom, nudged one of the kids’ desks with her foot, and smirked. “Right here. Happy?”

Y/n wrinkled her nose in disapproval. “Well, I was kind of expecting more of a—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, kid,” Melissa interrupted, walking up to Y/n and pressing a firm finger to her chest. “I’m not your friend. You’ve gotta earn the right to be friendly with me. I won’t remember your name, you’ll call me Ms. Schemmenti, and you’ll sit at that desk with no complaints. This is my classroom, which means my rules. Got it? Capeesh?”

Y/n blinked in shock, a little hurt by the sudden harshness. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again, unsure of how to respond.

Melissa gave her a quick once-over and added, “Also, you might wanna change before the kids get here. You look like a pink unicorn shit on you.” She turned back to her desk as if the conversation was over.

Y/n glanced at the small desk Melissa had pointed out and dropped her bag onto it with a huff. “I don’t have anything else to wear that isn’t… my style.” She glanced down at her outfit: a light pink, fluffy dress with ruffles on the shoulders and hem, paired with knee-high white socks, pink ballet flats, and a white bag with a gold heart. Sure, it was a lot of pink, but who cared?

Clenching her fists, Y/n huffed. “You know what? I’m not changing.”

Melissa turned back with an arched brow. “What did you just say

Y/n crossed her arms and glared. “I’m not changing! The girls are gonna love this outfit anyway! And you clearly don’t understand fashion styles if you’re judging me for it.”

To drive her point home, Y/n flipped Melissa off. “Fuck you!” she shouted before storming out of the room in a dramatic exit.

Melissa stood there, stunned. But seconds later, Y/n came rushing back in, grabbed her bag with a sheepish look, and bolted out again, leaving Melissa shaking her head in disbelief.

When the second graders finally arrived, Y/n begrudgingly returned to the classroom to help, though she stayed at the back with her arms crossed, clearly sulking. Her glare was locked on Melissa throughout the lesson, earning her the occasional glance from the older woman.

When lunchtime finally rolled around, Y/n eagerly led the kids to the cafeteria and made her way to the teacher’s lounge. She realized too late that she’d forgotten to put her salad in the fridge that morning, thanks to the fight with Melissa. As she opened the door, she spotted Barbara and Melissa already there.

Y/n immediately perked up at the sight of Barbara, grateful for her warmth and kindness—so unlike Melissa, who seemed determined to make her life miserable. Sliding into the seat next to Barbara, Y/n beamed. “Good afternoon, Barbara!”

Barbara smiled warmly. “Good afternoon, Y/n, dear. Have you met the rest of the staff yet?”

Y/n shook her head. “Not really,” she admitted with a small smile.

Barbara chuckled and began pointing out the other teachers. “That’s Janine,” she said, gesturing to a petite woman with a questionable sense of fashion—not that Y/n could judge right now. “And over there are Gregory and Jacob. Oh, and that’s Mr. Johnson. He’s not a teacher; he’s our janitor.”

Barbara continued introducing the rest of the staff as Y/n nodded along, chuckling. “They all seem so nice. Thanks for telling me their names—I would’ve felt so awkward not knowing them.”

Y/n giggled, but her amusement was cut short when Melissa muttered something under her breath. Turning to glare at her, Y/n pouted. “What did you just say?”

Melissa raised an eyebrow, her expression indifferent. “Hmm?”

Y/n scowled and stood up abruptly. “Ugh! You’ve been a total bitch to me since I got here!”

Janine gasped and immediately rushed over, her hands raised nervously. “L-let’s all calm down, please!” she stammered, clearly more anxious than Y/n had been that morning.

Melissa’s glare hardened. “The fuck did you just say to me?”

“I said you’ve been acting like a TOTAL BITCH!” Y/n shot back, her voice rising.

Melissa stood up so fast her chair scraped against the floor. “That’s it!” she snapped, looking like she was about to lunge at Y/n before Barbara quickly intervened, grabbing Melissa by the arm.

“Melissa, do not!” Barbara scolded, forcing her back into her seat. She turned to address Y/n, only to find the younger woman had already stormed out of the lounge.

Barbara sighed heavily and looked back at Melissa, her expression stern. “What have you been doing to that poor girl?”

Melissa scoffed, crossing her arms defensively. “Okay, maybe I’ve been a little bitchy, but why should I be nice? She’s not gonna last a week here anyway!”

Barbara sat down beside her, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. “And she’ll leave even faster if you keep acting like this.”

“Good riddance,” Melissa muttered under her breath, earning a sharp slap on the shoulder from Barbara.

“Apologize to her. Right now.”

Melissa’s arms remained crossed, her glare unwavering. “I’m not fucking doing tha—”

“Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti!” Barbara snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Melissa flinched and immediately stood up. “Fine! You didn’t have to use my whole name… sto per uccidere quel bambino,” she grumbled as she stomped out of the room.

Melissa searched the school for Y/n, eventually finding her sitting in the classroom. Rolling her eyes, Melissa walked over quietly, not wanting to make a scene. Without thinking, she placed a hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n jumped with a startled scream and instinctively sprayed pepper spray directly into Melissa’s face.

Melissa let out a pained yell, clutching at her eyes. “I know I pissed you off, but what the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you do that?!”

Y/n froze, horrified by her own reaction. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

Melissa, still blinded and livid, groaned through gritted teeth. “Cazzo di pezzo di merda!”

It’s not that good, her personality isn’t exact and this is definitely not the best I’ve ever done. But I hope that you guys liked it!

[izzy120]

This is my first post ever on this account! I’ve been wanting to write lesbian stories with some characters that I love. But I don’t have any ideas. I mostly write SFW and angst stories, I might decide to do some NSFW stories but I don’t know. But could you please help me with story ideas! These are the characters I write for:

Melissa schemmenti

Robin McCall

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Agatha Harkness

Rio Vidal

Grace Augustine

Olivia Benson

I do y/n x those characters, and if there is some more characters that you want me to do then just tell me and I’ll do the research for that character! 😁