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The boygenius performance in Asheville photographed by @/emilyslussphoto for on replay blog

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NEW YORK, NEW YORK - MAY 01: PHOEBE BRIDGERS attends the 2023 Met Gala Celebrating "Karl Lagerfeld: A Line Of Beauty" at Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 01, 2023 in New York City.

Photos by Jeff Kravitz/Angela Weiss

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Hi!!! I love your writing I think it’s incredible. I was wondering if I could request a Melissa x reader where reader gets hurt on set or something and starts crying so Melissa comforts her and they are already dating but Melissa comforts reader and takes care of her injury and it’s just really fluffy. Thank you ❤️

a/n: Hope this is decent! Thank you so much for the support <3

The Whole Thing? (Melissa Barrera x Reader)

Description: You have an unlucky day, but Melissa cheers you up in the way only she can.

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of blood, public embarrassment at it's finest.

YOU prided yourself on the ability to perform all of your own stunts, often earning praise from directors for making their job easier. They’d have you take sparring lessons on occasion for the more intense shots which gave you a decent understanding of self-defense and a muscle mass to match. 

Though you enjoyed the challenge, the filming of Scream Seven was a nice break from the exhaustion of your normal roles that typically required you to work longer, more intense days. It still had its downsides, forcing you to sprint away from the ‘killer’ over and over again so that they could get the perfect take and painting you in fake blood that took forever to get out of your hair. However, it was still one of your favorite experiences as an actress. 

While the break from your usual gigs was nice, the best part of shooting for Scream was getting to spend more time with your girlfriend, Melissa, who happened to also play your girlfriend in the movie. The writers decided to spice things up and bring in your character to play the lead alongside Jenna and Mel in hopes of catering to their fans who were hungry for more sapphic content. Melissa immediately suggested that you get the role, setting up your audition and cheering you on from the sidelines. 

Unfortunately, being good at your job didn’t make you any less clumsy. 

All day you’d been tripping over everything on set and giving your co-stars small heart attacks, hands swiftly shooting out to steady you. Melissa took the brunt of it, sticking to you like glue ever since you’d run into your makeup artist and sent her spiraling; apologies spilling from her lips as if she’d flattened your dog on the sidewalk.

Even soldiers had to take bathroom breaks though, and Melissa was only human. 

She’d only been gone for two minutes at most, the extra large tea she'd chugged on her lunch break finally catching up with her. It all happened in slow motion. One minute you were on your feet, walking away from the set and towards the communal coffee table, and the next you weren’t. 

There was a loose floorboard that you were unlucky enough to stumble upon, foot catching on it and hands sticking out in an effort to save yourself. It was admittedly one of the most embarrassing moments of your life save for that one incident from the seventh grade. You let out a girly little shriek before hitting the floor with a not so girly thud. 

Melissa’s girlfriend senses tingled as she rinsed the soap from her hands, and she quickly scrambled out of the bathroom whilst simultaneously dripping water all over the floor. The sight she was met with made her heart drop. 

You stood surrounded by crew members with your head tilted up and the bridge of your nose pinched between your thumb and forefinger. The makeup artist from earlier looked horrified as she attempted to assess the damage and calculate just how much concealer she would need to cover it all. Rivulets of blood poured from your nose and your lip was split open on the right side.

Your girlfriend pushed the crew out of the way, pulling your hand away from your nose and grabbing the sides of your face, keeping it tilted up as she scanned the injuries. Caught up in the spur of the moment, she tore the signature Samantha Carpenter jacket from her body and held the fabric of it up to your nose in an attempt to keep you clean. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t her brightest idea. A collective gasp ran through the room and made her roll her eyes. 

“Oh, baby,” she sighed as she watched you try to keep your tears at bay, jaw clenched and fists closed, "You're having the worst day, aren't you?" her free hand tugged at a strand of your hair.

You nodded, lip quivering momentarily before the floodgates opened. 

“That’s a wrap for today folks!” The director announced uncomfortably, beginning to say something else that was quickly ignored by Melissa as she wrapped an arm around you and ushered you out the door. She led you to her trailer and sat you down on the couch, grabbing paper towels from the counter to replace the jacket that you held awkwardly against your face.

She took the jacket from your hands, sitting down while placing it on her lap and gently grasping your face again. “Let me see,” she whispered, wiping tears from your cheeks with the soft pads of her thumbs. 

Your bottom lip was swollen from where it had split on impact, bleeding slightly but looking as though it wouldn’t require stitches. She pulled your face to hers, kissing the cut as lightly as she possibly could and replacing the pain with pleasant little tingles. 

"I think the worst part about this whole situation is the fact that we can't have any hardcore make out sessions until this stops hurting," her lower lip popped out in a little pout and you went to do the same thing, but the tug on your injured flesh prevented it.

The bleeding from your nose was slowing down, reduced to occasional crimson drops that were wiped away by her as soon as they slid down your skin. It still hurt like a bitch, but your ego was more bruised than your body was. 

“One time I ate a prop apple on set in the middle of a scene,” Melissa admitted, seeming to read your mind. 

You let out a watery laugh. “Like… the whole thing?”

“Of course not, no,” she clarified, waving a hand at the assumption. “I did swallow some of it though…”

“How-”

“I thought it was just bland at first! It’s not my fault that they look so real,” her lips turned up in a contagious smile that made your heart pound in your chest. “There she is! Thank God for embarrassing stories; I thought I’d never see you blush ever again.”

The statement only made you blush a deeper pink, turning your face to escape the sudden love-struck expression that played across her features.

"Am I embarrassing you? Am I embarrassing my little honey nut cheerio snookums bubba boo?" She teased, making excessive kissy faces as she leaned in for your cheek

"Mel, cut it out you psycho," you giggled, trying to push her away when she climbed on top of you and attacked you with her lips.

She pushed you back against the couch and laid down on top of you, effectively stopping you from running away as she continued her attack.

"Sorry, baby. I can't hear you," she lied, lips skimming over your forehead, "the apple made me deaf."

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt, forgetting all about the fall.

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Jutuals should get priority tickets and free transportation to boygenius shows, with a pizza party arranged for us to hang out at after.

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WHO TF SAID THIS 😨😨😨

im going to gatekeep boygenius from phoebe bridgers fans. back! back i say

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ppl who like boygenius but don’t like julien baker make no sense to me like the boygenius ep has julien all over it

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two is for discipline, heedless of trial

three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile

four for fidelity, facing ahead

five for tradition and debts to the dead

six for the truth over solace in lies

seven for beauty that blossoms and dies

eight for salvation no matter the cost

nine for the tomb, and for all that was lost

also they are all gifs btw (except the warning, that’s a still image)

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I'm a killing eve lesbian too.

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Beginning to think my Phoebe Bridgers obsession is becoming a concerning issue. Meh, who cares.

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Groping like old people in public 😞 save phoebe fr.

i need paul to get his hands off of that woman immediately right now i’m on my way with a knife

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NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT THE PEOPLE HE WAS GETTING IT ON WITH WERE LIKE HER AUNT AND UNCLE...

Justice for Harrow fr.

No, but really, I do honestly feel so much for the psychic damage inflicted on Harrow on Dios Apate Minor. Like. C’mon. This poor child. Forget being a repressed bone nunlet, John is her DAD.

He is a piece of shit abusive dad, but he’s definitely still dad. The man is like campaigning for the title of Harrow’s Surrogate Dad. And on top of being dad, he is also her Father because he is GOD. That’s double the dad. And can you imagine. Can you imagine. The absolute horrible moment when you’re a little egg and you learn about sex and the horrifying realisation that ohmygod, your parents have had sex first downs on you? Now imagine that. Imagine that but it happens because your dad is getting it on AT THE DINNER TABLE. IN FRONT OF YOU. YOUR DAD.

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Hozier lesbians are always great people.

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whorehouse pt 2 tonight <3

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Wanda ate, idc

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wanda: why don’t you just bring america here

dr strange:

wanda: you didn’t tell me her name did you

dr strange: …no

wanda:

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All I wanna say is after multiverse of madness, none of you can tell me Wanda isn't the strongest avenger, if not the strongest being ever. (When u read that sentence read the period out loud it adds volume)