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Lisa Ann Walter as Olivia Brooks in Killers (2010)

[justanotherboundlesssoul]

music ask! #2

My Top 3 favorite songs?

Oh this is so hard just to pick 3

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The Protectors

Summary: Ava and Mel step in to protect you from your mother in different ways.

Warnings: Mentions of toxic family relationships, hospital setting momentarily, word dyke used in poor context, cagna (bitch in Italian), stitches, physical violence, poly relationship[Use of nicknames such as sweet girl, baby girl, princess, angel, babe] Soft! Ava, Protector! Mel Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Melissa x Reader, Ava x Reader, Avamel x Reader, Avamel

Thanks for the encouragement to write this @milfjuulpod and @panerasbox

Masterlist

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You knew the walls of the hospital better than your own home at this point. You had spent your childhood here- learned to read here, cried here, became smaller chipping away at yourself until you were more manageable. Something that didn’t have to be dealt with because there were already so many other problems to deal with. Your own needs were buried so deep down that you weren’t sure you had any. Not really. You were merely a pawn in the game between life and death. 

That had been what you thought before you had met them. Now you understand what it means to stand up for yourself. Especially to protect the ones you love. You walked into the room knowing you should wait but it was simpler to do it this way. By yourself, where the words only had to cut you instead of those you loved.

“Hi mom,” You said barely above a whisper.

She was stretched out on the hospital bed tv remote in hand scrolling through the channels, “About time you got here and alone for once.”

You bristled at the jab but tried to remain calm, “What did the doctor say?”

“Just that I am dying. Like I have been for years and no one seems to care to make me feel any better,” She shrugged not even looking at you.

“They have been trying Mom. They have ran every test in the book and you have done multiple second opinions..”

“So you are saying that I am crazy then?” Your mother hollered at you and you instantly flinched, “That I am just some looney toon making it all up in her head.”

“I never said that,” You replied even though it was a thought that had been lingering in your mind for years. 

“You have always been a terrible liar,” She scoffed, “I swear to god they have been poisoning you. Turning you against me.”

“Who are  the they you are referring to?” You questioned because honestly it could have been anyone at this point. 

“Those women you drag with you everywhere.” “Oh my girlfriends. You know their names. I have been dating them for almost two years now.”

“Well whatever you want to call them. You used to be so obedient before they came around. Now you are full of snide comments and sassy looks. That is not the daughter I raised. A dyke who can’t decide between two women. A disgrace.”

You laughed bitterly, “You didn’t raise me. This hospital did. You were always making yourself sick so you could be here instead of out in the real world actually being a mother. You never wanted me in the first place. I ruined your good looks, career, and marriage. Isn't that what you used to tell me?”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that little girl,” She yelled anger making her face beet red.

“It’s all fake mom. You make yourself sick so people will pay attention to you. You narcissistic bitch.”

You felt it hit before you even realized what was happening. The flower pot shattered against you a large slash going down your cheek. You immediately used your hand to cover the gash blood already running through your fingers. 

“Go to hell,” Your mother said through gritted teeth.

“Save me a fucking seat.”

You rushed out of the room, tears already streaming down your face mixing with the blood from your cheek. You burst through the doors of the hospital as your breath began to quicken and your body began to shake. You sank down against the outside wall until you hit the ground with a thud. Knees curling into your chest, you placed your head down and let the panic attack take control. Nails dug into your biceps as you clutched yourself as tightly as you could. You rocked back and forth your back hitting the wall, propelling you back forward. You didn’t know how much time had passed before you heard them. 

“I think that is her right there Red,” Ava pointed out an anxious undertone in her voice, “I thought you told her to wait for us before she went in.” “Yeah well, you know how her mom can be. She probably thought she was protecting us by going in alone,” Melissa hissed, the anger evident in her voice, “Looks like we are at stage five disaster already.”

They dropped on either side of you, and the smell of your girlfriends filling your nose. Stale cigarettes and vanilla screamed Melissa. Ava was a mixture of expensive flowery perfume and a touch of whiskey. Together they made a perfect balance of hard and soft that already eased your broken nerves. You were so far in your panic however that no words came out as they blocked you from the outside world.

“Angel, we are here now. We got you,” Melissa whispered, slotting her thigh behind you so that you couldn’t hit the wall anymore.

Ava laid her hands over yours, her thumbs running across the back of your palms, “Come on, sweet girl. Open up a little so we can breathe together.”

You tried to uncurl your fingers, but when it didn’t work, you merely shook your head and tried to rock again. You could feel the blood still running down your cheek seeping into your jeans.  Melissa picked you up as if you were lighter than a feather placing you between her legs. Ava sat on the other side of you, wrapping her legs around Melissa to create a cocoon for you to hide in.

They held you like this for awhile. Ava’s head resting against your arms and Melissa’s against your back. With them protecting you like this you felt that you could conquer anything. They didn’t push you to open up, allowing you to uncurl in your own time. However, when you finally glanced up at Ava her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and fear. 

“Baby girl you are bleeding, a lot.”

“What do you mean she is bleeding?” Melissa asked tipping you back just slightly. 

At the sight of the blood still dribbling from your face a dark fire filled her normal green eyes. You had seen this side of Melissa before but only once. It had been right before she had flipped out hitting a man who had been attempting to flirt with  you and Ava. She had lifted up the nearest chair slamming it down on his back when he didn’t get the hint that both of you weren’t interested. It had knocked him against the bar head hitting the top before he crumpled to the floor. That had been jealousy. This look on your girlfriend’s face was one of protective rage and somehow that seemed ten times scarier.

“This has gotten out of hand. Imma go give that filthy cagna a piece of my mind,” Melissa roared rising to her feet, “Take Y/N in to get that cut looked at. This won’t take long.”

“Red,” Ava said grabbing Melissa’s hand, “Make her fucking regret it.”

Melissa’s face turned into a wicked grin as she stalked back into the hospital. Ava placed a gentle hand on your uninjured cheek. She rubbed her thumb across it gently and you leaned into the contact.  Pressing forward she placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“I am so sorry this happened to you baby girl,” She whispered and you could see the tears threatening to form.

 Melissa was always the one to fight for the both of you. Her rage pouring over into a bear type protectiveness. Ava was the other side. A mask of hard armor but soft on the inside. The first to cry when the ones she loved got hurt.  They balanced each other out in the simplest of ways and it made your heart swell.

“I am sorry I went in without you,” You mumbled filled with guilt.

“No baby girl, this isn’t on you. None of this is your fault,” Ava promised, “Now come on let’s get you checked out.”

Fifteen minutes later you were on a gurney getting stitches with Ava holding your hand. Quiet tears were falling down her face for every time you flinched in pain. As the last stitch was being put in Melissa came sauntering over a security guard following close behind her. 

“See I told you Danny boy. My girls are right here. As soon as they patch up my Angel I'll leave,” She said wrapping a protective arm around Ava before kissing the top of her head.

“Okay but you have to leave immediately after Schemmenti. I'm only letting this slide cause that woman has been terrorizing the whole floor for weeks,” He relented.

Melissa promised she would and then turned back to you, “Always good to have friends in high places. How you feel Angel?”

“Better now that you both are here,” You said and flinched when you went to smile.

Melissa wiped away the tears from Ava’s face, “See princess she is okay. We got her.”

The doctor gave follow up instructions to Ava and Melissa who listened intently. Ava was scrawling notes on her phone. She wanted to make sure she didn't miss a single thing. You left with Ava and Mel each holding your hand their bodies pressed close to your side. Sandwiched between them you felt safe and like the world wasn't going to crumble in.

“Princess can drive you home and I'll get some supplies for dinner. I'll make your favorite,” Melissa instructed and went to kiss your cheek but stopped, “Of course it is my cheek that is hurt. Guess I'll have to kiss you somewhere else instead.”

She placed a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your nose, and finally your lips causing you to giggle. She pulled away just enough to send you a smile that melted your heart, “There she is.”

You blushed, “You know I can drive myself home right?”

“No you can’t,” Your girlfriends said in unison.

“Let us take care of you sweet girl,” Ava replied with no room for argument.

You relented and handed your keys to Ava. Melissa gave Ava a goodbye kiss promising to be home soon. Both of you watched until she disappeared around the corner before you navigated to your own car. Ava opened your door leaning to buckle you in before kissing your nose. During the entire car ride she gripped on your thigh. It was like she was trying to ground herself into you. Making sure you wouldn't disappear before her eyes.

“Babe,” You said as you pulled into the house you all shared, “I'm really okay, I promise.”

“She hurt you… physically harmed you. And we weren’t there to protect you,” Ava shook her head, “We promised we would always protect you.”

“You are protecting me,” You promised leaning over to kiss her, “With you and Melissa I will always be safe.”

Ava grinned, “Wanna dance it out?”

“With you? Always.”

Which is how Melissa found both of you when she returned arms full of groceries. The coffee table was pushed to the side allowing for a dance floor in the living room. Ava’s music spilling from the TV. Nothing was louder however then the laughter that came from you and Ava as you danced and jumped around in the clear space. She smiled at the scene before her heart so full with love that it felt lighter. 

“Red!” Ava smiled, “Put down those groceries and come dance.”

She didn't even go to the kitchen just dropped all the bags onto the couch before taking your extended hand. You pulled her close to you Ava cirling around behind you. And pressed close between them you knew that you would be okay. No matter the day. Or situation you had the loves of your life. Hard and soft. Yin and yang. Ava and Melissa.To protect and cherish you.

[schemmentisimpasours]

@earpivore // @panerasbox // @justanotherboundlesssoul

@milfjuulpod (but we are fighting right now you torture me 😤)

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

[panerasboxofproblems]

hi!! if you found your way here, congrats, you’ve unlocked my alt. the messy one. this is my diary / vent / brain-dump side blog.

basically the messier side of me that doesn’t quite fit on my main (@panerasbox) i post all my writing, moodboards, edits, reblogs, fandom stuff, and general curated chaos there. but sometimes i just need to yap. loudly. privately (but also publicly?). you get it.

✨ WHAT TO EXPECT:

diary entries no one asked for

dramatic monologues about my life

mental health check-ins (spoiler: unhinged)

🚨 warnings:

• i am annoying here on purpose

• if you don’t want to see me have feelings, this is your chance to run

follow at your own risk. love u.💀🖤

18+ please!

[panerasbox]

HI :] My name is Airen and this is my main blog!

fanfiction ♡ poetry ♡ moodboards ♡ gifs ♡ memes/misc

my side blogs connected to this account:

→ @thelawlibrary ☆ Lisa Ann Walter fic rec blog.

→ @janelleverse ☆ a Janelle James fan blog.

TOP 5 FAVORITES…

☆ TV Shows:

Abbott Elementary

B-99

Resident Alien

The Closer

OUAT

☆ Movies:

Fried Green Tomatoes

The Parent Trap

Bad Moms

We’re The Millers

Shall We Dance?

☆ Franchises:

Jurassic Park/World

The Conjuring Universe

Marvel

FNAF

LOTR

☆ Characters:

Melissa Schemmenti (Abbott Elementary)

Ava Coleman (Abbott Elementary)

Chessy (The Parent Trap)

Agatha Harkness (Marvel)

Idgie Threadgoode (Fried Green Tomatoes)

☆ Singers:

Tori Amos

Chappell Roan

Lady Gaga

Taylor Swift

Kehlani

☆ Bands:

The Yagas

The Pretty Reckless

HIM

Marianas Trench

Evanescence

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SHIPS…

(Abbott Elementary) AvaMel ☆ Teddie ☆ AvaNine

(Marvel) AgathaRio ☆ SamBucky ☆ WandaVision

(Others) Grantler from Jurassic Park ☆ Brenda/Sharon from The Closer ☆ SpaceWives from Doctor Who ☆ Space Parents from Battlestar Galactica ☆ Idgie/Ruth from Fried Green Tomatoes ☆ Hannigram from NBC’s Hannibal ☆ Hannibal/Clarice from SOTL

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RANDOM THINGS…

I am a February Pisces

My personality type is INFP.

I’ve been married since 2017 & I am a mother

I also have 2 cats & 1 turtle :]

My favorite color is pink, always has been.

Iced coffee, or just coffee in general, is LIFE.

My hobbies include writing, reading, drawing, listening to music, watching media that I find comforting, blogging, & making moodboards!

I am a vegetarian

My favorite book is The Seven Husband of Evenly Hugo.

I also enjoy reading celebrity autobiographies.

OTHER LINKS…

instagram ☆ airbuds ☆ ao3

[panerasbox]

She sits beside you, not crowding but close enough that her presence feels like a wall shielding you from the world. Her voice is low, steady, no nonsense, but there’s warmth underneath. The kind that doesn’t fade.

“Hey. Look at me a sec, alright? You don’t gotta hold all that in. You can talk to me. You should talk to me. I know you’re not okay, don’t try to do that whole ‘I’m fine’ act. I’ve seen that routine too many times, and not just from kids at school.”

She gives a small smile, soft but sure.

“You can spill your guts. Cry, yell, whatever the hell you need. I’m not goin’ anywhere. I don’t scare easy, and I don’t see you as a burden. Not now, not ever. Got that?”

Her hand gives yours a gentle squeeze, firm, grounding.

“And don’t pull that ‘someone else has it worse’ crap. Pain’s not a competition, hon. Just because someone else is drowning in ten feet of water doesn’t mean you aren’t in over your head too. You deserve help. You deserve to be heard. And if the world’s been makin’ you think otherwise? Then screw the world.”

She leans in slightly, eyes steady and full of fire.

“I think you’ve been quiet for too long. I think people shut you down when they should’ve listened. I think you’ve had to swallow things that never should’ve been your burden to carry. And I hate that for you. But you don’t have to do that with me.”

There’s a long pause before she adds, quieter now, but deadly serious:

“You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to smile through the hurt. You can break down. You can fall apart. You can lose control, hell, scream at the damn ceiling if you want. I’d rather hear you cussin’ out the universe than see you gone, you hear me?”

She touches your chin, just lightly, making sure you’re meeting her eyes.

“You’re not too much. You’re not ‘too broken.’ You’re not alone. Not while I’m around.”

[panerasbox]

Melissa Schemmenti didn’t raise no quitter!

This pep talk? It’s for anyone hanging on by a thread (or a cold coffee and pure spite). Picture Melissa with her arms crossed, giving you that look, reminding you that surviving the chaos isn’t luck—it’s you.

A/N: I got this idea from like those letters from your favorite character thing people make on etsy!

Listen up, hon. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you’re doing a hell of a lot better than you think. Life’s not easy—it’s like tryna teach a class of second graders during a fire drill while the building’s falling down and Ava’s livestreaming it for likes. But you? You’re still here. You’re showin’ up, even if it’s messy. Even if you had to crawl outta bed and slap on yesterday’s hoodie just to get through the day. That’s grit. That’s strength.

I know things feel heavy. But I see you. Keep goin. Keep showing up. And when you feel like givin’ up, take a breath and remember: you’ve survived every hard day so far. That ain’t luck, hon. That’s you.

You got people in your corner—even if you don’t see ’em right now. And if all else fails? Pretend you got a redhead from South Philly barkin’ at life’s problems for you. You got this. Capisce?

Tag it. Reblog it. Tape it to your mirror. And if all else fails? Pretend she’s threatening your problems behind the school dumpster. You got this.

[panerasbox]

A sharp little pep talk from Agatha Harkness for when the world feels like it’s closing in. You are the storm. Take the day if you need—but don’t forget who you are.

a/n: sorry, i’m kind of obsessed with making these right now!

𝒪𝒽, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉.

𝒞’𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓌.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊?

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇’𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎.

𝒴𝑜𝓊, 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹?

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂.

𝒫𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎’𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂—𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈—𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒.

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎’𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓃𝑜 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶.

𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒, 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓃.

𝒮𝑜 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒?

𝐹𝒾𝓃𝑒.

𝒯𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓎.

𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝓍 𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉.

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈.

𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃—𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓉.

𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝓃.

𝐿𝑒𝓉 ‘𝑒𝓂 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓉.

—𝒜𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒶 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈

(𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹’𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔)

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~You’re Everything

Pairing: Sharon Raydor x fem!Reader.

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1,095.

summary: A quiet dinner. A gunshot. When Sharon brings you to an active crime scene, everything changes in a heartbeat. (set before major crimes)

content warnings: gun violence (non-graphic), comfort sex (emotionally heavy, and clearly described. though not graphic in a way)

a/n: i have absolutely no idea if this will have an audience, but I wanted to write it anyway! I haven’t written for the closer since 2014 (absolutely horrid fanfic but idk my password to that account to delete it lol)

The night was going perfectly.

Dinner at a quiet Italian place tucked away from the city noise, candlelight reflecting in Sharon’s glasses as she laughed at something you’d said. You were both so wrapped up in the easy rhythm between you, you almost forgot she was still very much on-call.

Until her phone buzzed and just like that, her face shifted. All sharp lines and authority.

“There’s been a shooting,” she said, already reaching for her coat. “Active scene. I have to go.”

You blinked, the sudden shift from warm red wine and flirtation to cold dread making your stomach drop. “Should I call a cab?”

“No.” Her hand settled over yours, grounding. “Come with me. But stay in the car. I mean it.”

She kissed your forehead, soft, distracted and then you were moving, her car weaving through city streets, sirens flashing ahead.

When she pulled up behind the cruisers, she turned to you, stern now.

“Wait here. Doors locked. Stay low. Do not get out. I’ll be back.”

You nodded. You really meant to listen.

But ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. And beyond the wall of flashing lights, you could see the chaos, officers shouting, ducking, radios squawking. Something was wrong.

You slid out of the car, heart pounding. You circled the perimeter, staying low, just needing to see her. Just confirm she was okay.

And then there she was. Pressed to the side of a building, radio in one hand, the other steadying an officer next to her.

“Sharon!” you whispered.

Her head whipped toward you, eyes wide, furious, terrified.

“What the hell are you doing—”

A loud crack split the air. You ducked on instinct. Sharon was already on you, dragging you behind the nearest patrol car.

Her hands gripped your shoulders, checking you over like she expected to find blood. “Are you insane? I told you to stay in the car.”

“I—I had to know you were okay,” you breathed, tears stinging despite your best efforts.

She stared at you, jaw clenched. Then, slowly, her hand moved to your cheek.

“You can’t do that again.” Her voice cracked just enough to crack you. “You can’t make me worry about you when I’m already—”

Another gunshot rang out.

She pulled you closer, wrapping herself around you like her body alone could shield you from everything.

“Please,” she whispered into your hair. “Next time, just wait in the car.”

The house was too quiet.

Neither of you said much during the drive back. Sharon’s hand gripped the wheel like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. You knew better than to push.

But when the door shut behind you, something shifted.

The keys hit the table with a clatter. Her coat landed on the chair, not hung up like usual. You stood awkwardly in the living room, arms crossed, feeling like a scolded kid.

Finally, she turned.

“I could’ve lost you.”

Her voice was low, measured, but her eyes were anything but. You opened your mouth, but she kept going.

“I told you to stay in the car.” She stepped closer, arms now folded tight. “And you didn’t listen. Do you think that was brave?”

“No,” you said quietly. “I think it was stupid.”

She blinked. That caught her off guard.

“I wasn’t trying to be a hero,” you said. “I just… I couldn’t sit there, not knowing if something had happened to you.”

Sharon exhaled, like she’d been holding her breath since the last shot fired. “You scared me.”

“I know.” You took a careful step toward her. “I was scared too.”

She didn’t speak. Then, softer, “Come here.”

You did, and she pulled you into her arms, holding you like the world had finally stopped spinning. You stood there in the stillness, just breathing.

Eventually, she pulled back enough to look at you. Her hand brushed your cheek.

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I promise,” you said. “But you have to promise to come back. Every time.”

Her mouth curved into the faintest smile. “That’s always the plan.”

Then she kissed you. slow and steady, like she was anchoring herself to this moment. To you. Like she needed you to keep her from unraveling.

That night, you didn’t let her go. And she didn’t ask you to.

You barely made it to the bedroom.

Sharon kissed you like she needed to memorize you, hands at your waist, your neck, like she was grounding herself in every inch of you. Like she needed proof that you were here. Safe. Warm in her arms.

When your back hit the bed, she hovered over you, pausing long enough to search your face.

“Are you sure?” she asked, voice low, rough now.

You nodded, hand cupping her jaw. “I’ve never been more sure.”

The kiss deepened. Her weight settled on you as your legs parted to make space. No rush. No panic. Just slow, deliberate closeness.

Her hands slipped under your shirt, fingers gliding up your sides, pushing the fabric over your head.

“You drive me crazy,” she murmured, lips brushing the hollow of your throat. “Coming out there like that.”

You shivered, unbuttoning her blouse slowly. Reverently. “You drive me crazy. Thinking I could just sit there, not knowing if I was gonna lose you.”

Her blouse hit the floor.

Her bra followed.

She kissed you again, softer now. Less fear, more need.

When her body pressed against yours, skin to skin, you felt everything: adrenaline still pulsing under her skin, the slight tremble in her arms, and the care stitched into every movement.

“I need to feel you,” she whispered at your collarbone. “I need to remember this part of the night. Not just the rest of it.”

You nodded, arching into her touch. “I’m yours.”

She made love to you like a vow, slow, attentive, all-consuming. Her mouth, her hands, her voice all of her focused on you. The world outside disappeared. Only her lips tracing your stomach. Only your fingers tangled in her hair. Only the quiet, steady rhythm of her moving with you, not against you.

She didn’t stop until you were trembling, whispering her name like a prayer.

And when she finally collapsed beside you, arms pulling you close, she kissed the top of your head and whispered, “You’re everything.”

You buried your face in her neck, legs tangled with hers. “So are you.”

The silence that followed was the kind that only comes when two people finally, truly let themselves rest in each other, and in the truth that they still had time.

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was very bored so made some icons & a header! free to use, but a like or reblog would be nice ♡

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Title: Just Let Me Stay

Pairing: Norma Bates x fem!reader

Genre: Angst + light Fluff

Word Count: 777

Summary: You came to the Bates Motel to disappear for a while. You didn’t expect Norma to be the one person who saw you clearly and the one most afraid of being seen.

a/n: i have no idea if this even has an audience, but i wanted to write it anyway

The Bates Motel looked like the kind of place that never saw the same guest twice.

Which is why it surprised Norma when you asked to stay for the summer.

“Three months?” she repeated, her brow knitting as she stared at the ID you slid across the counter. Her hand trembled slightly as she picked it up, barely noticeable, but you caught it. “Most people pass through here in three hours.”

You gave a small, uncertain smile. “I just need to be away from… things. This place feels quiet.”

She didn’t press. Something flickered behind her eyes, something sad and familiar, before she smoothed her expression and handed you the key to Room 4. “Hot water might take a minute to kick in,” she said, voice clipped but not unkind.

You hadn’t expected her to talk much after that. But she did. Every day.

It started small. “Need more towels?” “You like coffee?” Her voice softened a little more each time you said yes. “You sure like coffee,” she repeated once, almost like it meant something. A real smile, brief but warm, touched her lips.

Then came the longer conversations. She talked fast when she was nervous, which turned out to be often. She’d throw in a childhood story, then brush it off with a laugh and a too-quick, “Kids are dramatic, right?” But her eyes always gave her away. You never pushed. You just listened.

Maybe that’s why she started lingering outside your room more often.

By late July, she was in the main house’s kitchen most nights when you came by, pouring a glass of wine and calling it “just one,” even though her hand shook as she reached for a second bottle before the first was half gone. The kitchen light buzzed faintly, casting soft shadows that made the silence feel heavier… closer. It should’ve felt reckless. Maybe it was. But it also felt right.

You weren’t from here. And Norma was guarded. Fractured in places she didn’t let anyone see. There were gaps in her stories, whole parts of her life sealed off. But still, when you sat beside her on that sagging old couch, thighs brushing, hearts pacing…something in the quiet between you shifted.

It didn’t feel wrong.

It felt necessary.

One night, you kissed her. Careful. Like touching something breakable.

She didn’t pull away.

But quiet things don’t stay quiet forever.

Maybe you should’ve seen it coming. Norma had a way of self-destructing when things got too close. The morning after you stayed in her bed, she was cold. Distant. She wouldn’t meet your eyes.

When you followed her out to the parking lot, trying to understand, she snapped.

“You need to leave.” Her voice was sharp, but there was a tremor underneath.

You blinked, stunned. “What?”

“This was a mistake.” Her arms were crossed tightly, like she was holding herself together by force. Her expression twisted for a split second, all guilt and panic, before she steeled herself. “This is exactly why I shouldn’t have gotten close to you.”

The silence dropped between you like a weight.

“I told myself not to—God, I told myself this wouldn’t happen again,” she muttered, almost to herself. “But I let it. And now you’re in my house and I—”

She cut herself off, shaking her head like the words hurt too much to say.

You should’ve walked away. Let her shut down, lock herself back in her fortress of fear and regrets.

But instead, you said, quiet and steady, “Then tell me none of it was real. If you can.”

She didn’t answer.

That night, you sat on the porch of your room, bag half-packed at your feet. The cool air raised goosebumps along your arms. You stared out at the trees, trying not to care. Crickets chirped, filling the quiet like they were trying to comfort you.

The wood creaked behind you.

Norma stood there, barefoot, looking like she’d been crying. Her shoulders slumped like she was carrying more than just the weight of the day.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she whispered, voice rough. “I ruin everything I touch.”

You stood slowly. “You don’t have to.”

She looked up, eyes searching yours like she was trying to find something solid to hold onto. And for once, she didn’t fight it. She just stepped closer, into your arms. You wrapped them around her gently, feeling the faint tremble run through her body.

“I don’t want you to go,” she said, her voice muffled against your shoulder. “I just don’t know how to keep people.”

You held her tighter.

“Then don’t keep me,” you murmured. “Just let me stay.”

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The Villain

A reflective monologue from Aaron Burr’s perspective, exploring the aftermath of his duel with Hamilton

word count: 363.

They say history has its eyes on me.

Well…

I wish it would look away.

I was always the quiet one, the careful son

Waiting for the moment when the race’d be run

Kept my cards close, wore my mask well

Climbed the ranks in a personal hell

I stood still while they all took their shot

Till I saw the one thing that I hadn’t got

Power, a legacy, a name carved in stone

I thought if I beat him, I’d make one my own.

He met me at dawn, eyes calm, no fear

Like he’d already left, like he wasn’t here

He aimed at the sky

And I couldn’t ask why

’Cause I had to be the man

I had to be the guy.

Now I’m the villain, the name they curse

He got the praise, I got the worse

They’ll paint me cold in every line

But no one saw the war in mine

He wrote like he was running out of time

I waited.

I waited.

And now… I’m the one who’s fated

To fall.

I was never reckless, never bold

Played it safe while the world took hold

Of dreamers, schemers, all of them burned

But they lived in songs, and the tides turned.

And me? I waited for the right cue

But the room closed in when I finally moved.

He died with grace, with honor, with art

And I’m left alive… falling apart.

He made the people love him.

I just wanted to lead.

I’m the villain, that’s how it ends

The bullet flew, and I lost all my friends

No legacy, no family line

Just a black mark in a bloody time

He shot to the sky, he rewrote the play

I shot to survive

And I lost anyway.

I see his face in every mirror

His voice grows louder, ever clearer

You can’t outrun the truth you fear

And mine is this:

I put him here.

I was Hamilton’s enemy,

But I was never his equal.

And now his story lives on

And I…

I am the sequel no one asked for.

And I live with the sound…

of a gunshot in my soul.

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🌀 chessy headcanons 🍝🍷☕️🥞

(because she deserves all the love and so do you)

• She’s the ultimate blend of sarcastic and soft. Her teasing is always affectionate, a little dry, but laced with warmth. But if anyone else even thinks about making a snide comment about you? Mama Bear comes out. You’ve never seen someone go from sweet to savage that fast.

• You didn’t “officially” get together. It was a slow burn of cozy nights, helping her with dinner, accidentally falling asleep on the couch next to each other… until one day, you just were. No big declarations, just the realization that you were already hers.

• She’s a great cook, especially comfort food. You come home to lasagna, chicken pot pie, or something simmering on the stove that smells like love itself. The kind of food that says I thought of you today.

• She dances while she cooks, humming oldies, hips swaying, sauce on her cheek. Sometimes she grabs your hand mid-stir and spins you around the kitchen like it’s your first dance. You laugh every time, and she lives for that sound.

• She lets you sit on the counter while she preps meals, feeding you little bites with a smirk and a fond look in her eye. “Try not to fall in love with me, kid,” she says, knowing full well you already have.

• When you’re upset, she doesn’t press. She wraps you in a blanket burrito, plops you on the couch, and brings you your favorite snack before asking gently, “Alright, talk to me.” Always patient. Always there.

• Big fan of hand-holding, especially absentmindedly, on the couch, in the car, under the dinner table. Sometimes she doesn’t even notice she’s doing it. It just feels right.

• Always the big spoon. She’ll wrap around you at night like it’s second nature, protective arms, sleepy kisses to the back of your neck, low murmurs of “I got you.”

• Not big on PDA, but she’ll drape her arm around your shoulder in public, stand just a little closer than necessary, and shoot warning looks at anyone who so much as glances at you the wrong way.

• She’s so weak for you in her oversized flannels. She’ll make a sarcastic comment like, “That’s my good one,” but she’s visibly flustered and can’t stop looking at you.

• Lazy Sundays in bed are sacred. Trading sections of the crossword, sipping coffee in a silence that feels like home. You rest your feet on her lap and she grumbles playfully, but doesn’t move them.

• She secretly keeps your favorite treat hidden in the pantry. When she notices you’ve had a rough day, she pulls it out like a magic trick. “Don’t say I never spoil you.”

• One night, you find her needing comfort. She’s watching something sentimental on TV and you catch her quietly wiping at her eyes. She waves it off, “Dust or something,” but lets you curl around her without protest.

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Pep Talk for the Hot Messes Who Still Show Up

You’re not just surviving—you’re starring. Ava sees you, hypes you, and reminds you: main character energy only. You got this. Period.

𝒜𝓁𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅.

𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉—𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎? 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈, 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓈? 𝒰𝓃𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹.

𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓃𝑜 𝒷𝓊𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓉, 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒥𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈.

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊? 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓎. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓅 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇.

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝓎. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹’𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝓈𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝟣𝟢𝟢% 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓇—𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝒜𝓋𝒶-𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊—𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓅, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓂𝓅𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝓎𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔,

“𝒢𝐼𝒱𝐸 𝐼𝒯 𝒰𝒫 𝐹𝒪𝑅 𝑀𝒴 𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿 𝑅𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸—𝒮𝐻𝐸’𝒮 𝒟𝒪𝐼𝒩’ 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢!”

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝒶𝒹𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈. 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹.

[panerasbox]

DISCLAIMER: So... this is fanfiction. Obviously. I don't own any of these characters. I didn't create them. I'm just…borrowing them for a little emotional devastation and maybe a kiss or two, is that a crime?! Don't answer that. Everything here is fake, but also deeply personal and kind of terrifying if you think about it too hard, so maybe just…don't. I'm not making money off this. God, I wish I was. Do you think l'd be on Tumblr at 2 a.m. writing slow-burn queer yearning for free if I had a functioning life? No! Anyway. If you don't like angst, tension, or unresolved trauma dressed up as romance, maybe go read something safer. Like the back of a cereal box. For everyone else: welcome to the spiral. :]

my ao3 is panerasbox. however, this is the only place you’ll find a complete list of links to all of my fics rather they’re here or exclusively on ao3.

Genres: red = 18+. pink = fluff. orange = angst. blue = hurt/comfort. purple = found family.

⋆.𐙚 ̊Melissa Schemmenti

💕30 Days of Melissa Schemmenti

(04.09.25) A/N:This is not a drill, i’m meeting LAW in 30 days!! It still doesn’t even seem real to me. To keep myself busy in my spare time until then, I thought it’d be fun to do a 30 day countdown/challenge, each day a new Melissa Schemmenti oneshot or drabble!

🌸30 days to go: I can see you

🌷29 days to go: 10 Things I Hate About You

🌸28 days to go: More Than Friendship Goals

🌷27 days to go: Hurting Each Other

🌸26 days to go: Those Damn Glitter Pens

🌷25 days to go: Lady in Red

🌸24 days to go: Haunted

🌷23 days to go: What We Don’t Say Out Loud

🌸22 days to go: The Bell Rings Anyway

🌷21 days to go: What We Meant

🌸20 days to go: Life’s Not a Goddamn Romcom

🌷19 days to go: Go blue team?

🌸18 days to go: I Got The Recipe (implied smut)

🌷17 days to go: Third Times the Charm

🌸16 days to go: Could Be Worse

🌷15 days to go: Plaid Shirt Days

🌸14 days to go: My Angel

🌷13 days to go: Get Used to It

🌸12 days to go: Just Tonight

🌷11 days to go: Wrong Way, Right Girl

🌸10 days to go: Talk Too Much

🌷9 days to go: Soft Place To Land

🌸8 days to go: Flour, Fire & Feelings (implied smut)

🌷7 days to go: Make it worse

🌸6 days to go: Last Slice

🌷5 days to go: Monologue

🌸4 days to go: Steady

🌷3 days to go: Cinnamon Sin

🌸2 days to go: Covered In You

🌷1 day to go!!: Little Bit Heisty

✨Meeting Lisa Ann Walter!! (05.09.25)

🎀 Cinematic (oneshot)

☀️ Advice (oneshot)

🦋 Backup (oneshot)

🌻 Famiglia (oneshot)

🍒 Unfinished Business (oneshot)

🏡 Until It Feels Like Home (multi chapter)

👠 The Devil Wears Leopard (multi chapter AU)

⋆.𐙚 ̊ Ava Coleman

🌹 Urgent Supply Order (oneshot)

🍒 I’m Rich, Baby (oneshot)

🔥 Sweat & Victoria’s Secret (oneshot)

🌈 Dating Ava Coleman (headcanons)

⭐️ Star Student (oneshot)

💋 Principal Problems (multichapter/multigenre)

⋆.𐙚 ̊ Chessy

☕️ My House of Stone (multi-chapter on AO3)

⋆.𐙚 ̊ Marvel

🌙 For This I’ll Burn (Multichapter Agatha Harkness)

💙 Threads Of a New Spell (Request/Multichapter/Agatha Harkness)

⋆.𐙚 ̊ Misc Characters

🏫 For The Love Of Learning (Abbott Elementary Staff College multi chapter AU on Ao3) discontinued

🪶 The Villain (Aaron Burr ~ Hamilton musical oneshot)

❤️‍🩹 You’re Everything (Sharon Raydor oneshot)

🏩 Just Let Me Stay (Norma Bates Oneshot)

🏳️‍🌈 Abbott Elementary Staff Headcanons (pride)

♡˗ˏˋ Ships ˎˊ˗♡

⋆.𐙚 ̊ AvaMel

💛 Not This Time (oneshot)

🌈 Happy Pride from AvaMel (oneshot)

⋆.𐙚 ̊ AvaNine

❤️‍🔥 How Bad Do U Want Me? (oneshot)

⋆.𐙚 ̊ SamBucky

💌 Three Days Of This (multi chapter on AO3)

⋆.𐙚 ̊ Brenda/Sharon

🚔 Internal Affairs (oneshot on ao3)