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janeyseymour · 5 months

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this is my first time ever sending a request so lmk if i’m doing this right :)

was wondering if you could make a melissa x fem stoner reader. melissa isn’t aware of the habit and has no reason to be suspicious or bring things up. one day melissa comes unexpectedly comes home to find fem reader lighting up in the kitchen sparking a very interesting conversation

i love your writing and i hope this makes sense thank you :))

Hi! I think I deviated from the path a little... but I hope it still makes you smile!

*This has also been in the works for a week and I've just been so busy with teaching and the holidays... oh LAWD, so it's entirely unedited... my b, my b*

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“Babe, are you sure you don’t want to come?” Melissa asks you one final time. She’s all but rolling her bag out to the car.

“I told you, Mel,” you chuckle. “You and Barb deserve to go have a nice relaxing weekend- just the two of you.”

“Barb wouldn’t mind,” the redhead tells you. “She loves you, and you know it.”

“I know,” you smile and take her hand gently. “But you two deserve to go have a nice weekend without the partners where you can talk shit all you want whenever you want.”

“Like I would ever talk shit on you,” she rolls her eyes.

“Go, baby,” you tell her gently. “I’ll be just fine on my own. I’ll probably catch up on sleep and grade some papers.”

“Okay,” she sighs. “But if anything happens, please call me, and I’ll come home.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “I’m a fully grown adult, Mel. I lived on my own before I moved in with you,” you remind her.

“I know, I know,” she says quietly. “I just worry about you- especially with your migraines being worse around this time of year.”

“I have the medicine,” you tell her. “I’ll be just fine. Go.”

She kisses you gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you mumble against her lips. You pull back. “I expect to see lots of pictures- especially of you at the pool.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” your girlfriend laughs. “Okay, I have to go, but I’ll see you on Sunday night.”

“I’ll see you on Sunday night,” you reply. “Please let me know when you get there safely.”

“I will,” she promises and kisses you once more.

Your Friday night is nearly perfect. You’re able to do some laundry, you get the reading tests graded, you’re able to drink a few glasses of wine and curl up to watch a movie while you eat Chinese takeout. The only thing that could make it perfect would be if Melissa were next to you. Your girlfriend sends you a picture of her and her work wife together at the pool, drinks in hand.

You look amazing. Have fun, babe, you send.

We will, she replies quickly. You’re doing okay?

I did our laundry, graded my reading tests, ordered Chinese food, and I’m curled up drinking a glass of wine and watching Bruce Almighty- the sister in that movie looks a lot like you!

I’m glad you’re enjoying your Friday night, she texts. I’ll talk to you later, I love you.

I love you too Mel. Enjoy your time, and tell Barb I said hello.

You end up dozing on the couch, and when you wake up around midnight, the television is playing softly, you’re still all cozy up under your blankets, and your phone is laying next to you with a few unread messages.

Melissa sent you a picture of her drinking another glass of wine, her cleavage on full display.

No response?

I guess you fell asleep watching your movie like you usually do.

Barb and I are turning in for the night. I love you.

You save the image to your phone before responding, Sorry. Dozed off on the couch. I love you too.

Your head hurts slightly, and not just in the way that one glass of wine would give you a minor headache. Nope. The spot behind your temple starts to throb, and you clench your jaw. A migraine was coming on. You drag yourself off of the couch and into your bedroom where you blindly reach for the bottle of pills you keep in your nightstand. You take one and lay down, hoping that you took your medication soon enough that you’ll just be able to sleep through it and not have to deal with it tomorrow.

When you wake up again, you’re fine. There’s a trace of a headache, but you chalk that up to the fact that you had a few glasses of wine last night. You make yourself a cup of coffee, you heat up some of the breakfast casserole that Melissa left you, and you get comfortable on the couch with a blanket and the book that you’ve been trying to get through since before you and Melissa started dating- you just never have the time anymore. You’re either busy teaching, planning for your classes, prepping materials for the kids, grading papers, or you’re out doing something with your girlfriend.

You send her a picture of your set up: the blanket, the book, your coffee, and on the television you have a fireplace video with soft music going. Taking the day to relax after this insane week with the kids.

It’s early, earlier than the two of you usually wake up on a weekend, so you set your phone down and open your book. You get through approximately twenty pages before you’re asleep again.

When you wake up, you feel absolutely terrible. Your head is aching, and you’re not sure if you can even stand without wanting to simply shrivel up. So that headache this morning wasn’t the remnants of a hangover- no. It was a migraine starting, and you once again made a foolish choice.

You cry out as the sound of the youtube video you have up on the television pauses and a rather loud ad comes on. You turn it off in an instant. You know there has to be at least one other migraine pill in the house.

But when you get upstairs and pull open your drawer of the nightstand, your pill bottle is empty. You burst into tears at that- the last of your medication is with Melissa… in the Poconos. You slam the drawer shut in frustration before you can even think about it, and you instantly regret your choice. It bangs shut, and you flinch as it closes.

You’re just going to have to get through this migraine without any medication. It’s going to suck, and you know you’re going to be all but paralyzed when it fully hits.

You’re not going to call Melissa and tell her- she would drive back home to take care of you, even though you would be sleeping. You groan as you walk downstairs and turn off your phone entirely so you aren’t even tempted with the idea of texting her.

Then you think… you haven’t smoked in a while- since you and Melissa started going out, really. It’s been over a year.You have your dab pen in the nightstand drawer, and getting high always helped when you had bad headaches. It took your pain away.

Despite the absolute killer pain behind your eyes, you drag yourself upstairs and dig around in the drawer for your pen. You take a hit, and then another. That should do the trick- you just have to let it hit you. You head back downstairs, collapsing onto the couch and closing your eyes.

You’re beyond high not fifteen minutes later. It’s been almost two years since you’ve smoked, and it’s clear your tolerance for the drug went down. You giggle, thankful that your searing headache seems to have magically cleared up. You turn the television on, finding a brainless show to watch while you aren’t sober.

It starts to wear off after an hour, and so your migraine pains start up again. Your jaw clenches as a shiver runs up your back, only causing more pain to your already tense head. You trudge back up the steps, and you bring your pen down with you after ripping it a few times. You settle on the couch, a glass of water and a bag of chips in hand while you continue to watch your show.

Melissa and Barbara are sitting in a restaurant when the older teacher’s phone starts to ring. Taylor’s contact picture lights up her phone, and she shoots the redhead an apologetic look before picking up.

“Hello?” Barbara’s face shifts from confused, to concerned. “Okay, sweet girl… Is Daddy with you? …You hang tight. I’m on my way. I’m coming, don’t you worry… I’m in the Poconos so it might be a little, but Momma’s coming.”

“Barb?”

“I gotta- Taylor got into an accident. She’s okay, but she’s in the hospital,” the kindergarten teacher tells her friend quickly. She throws down her credit card. “I got lunch. Just give me my card on Monday.” She leaves the restaurant quickly.

Melissa glances at the card before throwing it in her bag. She’ll handle lunch. She finishes her meal, scrolling through her phone before texting you as she goes back up to her room to pack up her things.

Coming home early. Will explain when I get home, but just so you know. I love you.

Of course, you don’t see it.

You’ve just taken a few more rips from your dab pen, trying to stay as inebriated as possible to ride out this migraine- once it’s gone, you’ll put it away. It’s not like Melissa will be home before tomorrow anyway. She told you she would be back Sunday night, and it’s Saturday at two in the after-

“Hey hon?” Melissa’s voice floats through the front room. Your eyes are closed, so you’re fairly certain that you just miss your girlfriend so much that you’re imagining this. Your eyes stay closed.

“Y/N?” your girlfriend calls again. You still don’t respond. She only needs to catch half a glimpse at you to know something is up. You’re sprawled out on the couch, face down. You have the chip bag on the floor next to you and open- something you never do. The redhead only has to take a step into the room to see that you haven’t finished your coffee from this morning, and she knows you practically inhale any cup of caffeine you can get your hands on.

“Babe,” she says softly as she kneels down in front of you.

You’re so high. “Lissa?” you mumble, and your eyes just barely peel open. You know you’re imagining that she’s here. She’s not due to be here for another day. But you miss her so much.

“Y/N,” Melissa brushes a few rogue hairs out of your face. You giggle. Then she sees how red your eyes are. She spots your pen sticking out of your sweatpants pocket. “Are you… high?”

You shrug and attempt to sit up, only to realize that you’re on your stomach and not on your back. When you try to turn over, you nearly fall off the couch. If not for your girlfriend, you would be on the floor. You burst into laughter at that. The imaginary person just saved you from falling off the couch!

“Oh my god,” the redhead mumbles as she helps to situate you on the couch. “Honey, how high are you?”

“Really,” you drawl out. “But shh… don’t tell Lissa- she’ll come home to help, but she needs this weekend.”

Melissa shakes her head as she inspects your pen. “When was the last time you hit this?”

“Dunno,” you shake your head from side to side slowly. “Will wear off soon… gonna have to take another.”

“And why would you have to?” Your girlfriend questions.

“Helps with the migraine,” you let slip.

“You didn’t take your medication?”

“None left. Only with Mel, but… she’s away, ’n’ I don’ wanna bother her."

Melissa bites her lip. She knows she has a few pills in the car for you, but with how inebriated you are, she doesn’t know if that would be a good choice or not. “Why don’t we get you cozy in bed and we can sleep this off, yeah?”

“Bed sounds nice,” you mumble, eyes starting to close again. “Can’t feel m’legs. G’night.”

Melissa sighs a heavy sigh. She hoists your limp body into her arms and carries you up the stairs. She gently lays you in bed before crawling in behind you and spooning you. You’re asleep before she can even wrap her arms around you.

When you wake up, it’s dark. Your migraine is gone. You’re not even close to high anymore. How much time has passed? How did you get into bed? Whose arms are you- Melissa really is home. You roll over to look at the alarm clock: 7:20 pm staring back at you.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” your girlfriend whispers. “How are you feeling? Migraine gone?”

“I’m okay,” you whisper. “Why are you home though? Please tell me I didn’t text-”

“You didn’t. Taylor was in a minor car accident, and-”

“Oh god,” you gasp quietly. “Is she okay?”

“She’s just fine, but she wanted Barb, so we left early. I got home around two, and you were on the couch… high?”

You turn about as red as Melissa’s hair. “Y-yeah.”

“Babe, I didn’t know you did that stuff,” she sighs softly. She almost sounds disappointed in you.

“I- I usually don’t,” you mumble as you hide your face in her chest. You don’t want to see the look she’s giving you right now. “I haven’t since we started dating.”

“We started dating almost two years ago,” she points out.

“I know. I think I smoked once the second week we were seeing each other, but since then… I haven’t.”

“Why don’t we get some food into your stomach so your migraine doesn’t come back and a headache doesn’t start, and we can talk?” Melissa suggests. “I want to know more.”

“But while we cook, you tell me about your trip,” you try to barter. You don’t want her to just be grilling you for the entire night.

“While I cook, but sure,” she laughs softly as she rolls you off of her and sits up. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”

She tells you about her car drive up and how she wished that you were with her to keep her company. She tells you about the crazy traffic she had to sit in because there was an accident by the one tunnel, and how happy she was to have finally gotten to the resort that they were to meet at. She tells you about how beautiful the rooms they had gotten were, and how Barb’s husband let them use his points, and her cousin Gino was able to hook her up with some of the perks and a free mini bar. She talks to you about how the pool had a fountain and that it was so nice to be away from the screaming children and just talk with Barb. And then she’s plating the food and sliding the plate down to where you’re sitting at the island.

“So, are we gonna talk about this?” she asks as she sits too.

You almost feel like a student again when they’re being reprimanded for talking in class. You nod, cheeks tinting red again. “What do you want to know?”

“Why didn’t you have any of your pills, and why didn’t you call me?”

“I had a migraine last night and took the last pill last night,” you mumble through a mouthful of pasta.

“And why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I knew you’d come running home, and you deserved to have this weekend away- especially after this week with your kids.”

“So you got high instead?” You nod. “Where did you even get this? Is it safe?”

You don’t want to rat yourself out, so you just nod.

“Where did you get it from?”

You purse your lips. “Can we not?”

“Why not? What’s in it? Just weed, right?” you nod. “So then what’s the big deal.”

“I used to be a stoner,” you mutter. “Like, a big fucking stoner.”

“Okay?”

“Like, I used to come home from my old school and just stay high until the I fell asleep because it helped with the pain and anxiety from that place.”

“You worked at a place worse than Abbott?”

“I told you when I showed up that Abbott was a walk in the park for me, and I meant it,” you tell your girlfriend seriously.

“So where’d you get it?"

“It’s all medicinal,” you promise her. “I just don’t like the smell of it all, and I have weird reactions to edibles, so… dab pens were the next choice.”

“If this helps your migraines, why haven’t you smoked around me before?”

“Because I have the medication… Because we’re teachers… it’s unprofessional,” you tell her. Then you mumble, “Because I didn’t want to lose you because of some stupid habit, so I quit. Just like I quit cigs when I started at Abbott and saw you.”

“You used to smoke cigs?”

“Oh god, yeah,” you chuckle. “But I found a new addiction… you.”

Your girlfriend rolls those striking green eyes of her. “You’re ridiculous.”

“It’s true,” you shrug. “So… are you mad?”

Melissa sighs. “I wish you would’ve called me so I could’ve come and helped you through that,” she admits. “But I’m not mad about the pen. I used to smoke too, and don’t act like that shocks you.”

Relief washes over you. She isn’t mad.

“So… you got high off of a pen that you haven’t used in almost two years?” your girlfriend asks.

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “But I’m not worried. My friend Darcy put her cart in there like a month ago when we went out for dinner and forgot to take it out. She told me to just hold onto it until the next time.”

“You had your pen on you?”

“She was actually going to buy it off of me but decided against it. I guess it’s a good thing I had it this weekend,” you laugh. “I kinda missed that feeling.”

“I mean… if you wanted to,” she laughs. “We have nowhere to be tomorrow?”

“It’s okay,” you promise her. “I don’t want to be ridiculously high if you’re going to be sober and have to deal with me.”

“What if I said I want to try it with you?” the redhead suggests with a smirk. “It’s been… oh twenty years.”

“Really?” you can’t help but giggle.

And that’s how you find yourself and your girlfriend up in bed an hour later, getting ready to get high again. You have a bag of chips, a sleeve of cookies, a couple bottles of water, and a bucket in case Melissa greens out.

“You’re sure?” you give her one more chance to back out.

“I’ve been high before.”

“This shit is real strong.”

“How strong?”

“Like… I would take one small hit and see how it affects you in thirty minutes before you think about another.”

“Okay,” your girlfriend laughs. She brings the pen up to her mouth and inhales. You hit it twice after her.

“Hey!”

“Mel, I know my limit. We don’t know yours yet.”

“Well, I want it to be fair,” she tells you as she plucks the pen out of your hand and draws another hit.

When you wake up the next morning to a flood of texts from Janine asking why you left her a seven minute voicemail about dinosaur chicken nuggets, and Melissa has a message from Ava saying that she appreciated the call out from work for today but unfortunately you don’t work on Sundays, the two of you snort with laughter until you’re red in the face and she has tears streaming down her cheeks.

“We should get high together again,” you laugh as you sit up.

“I know,” she smiles as she continues to lay there. “That was fun.”

“I’ll buy a cart for us tomorrow on the way home from work,” you tell her.

“Don’t. I know a guy,” she shrugs as she throws the blankets off of her.

“Mel, I don’t want street weed. I’m not trying to die,” you roll your eyes.

“Who said anything about street weed? I know some guys in the field who won’t charge me a thing… as long as I make ‘em some raviolis.”

#melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary #abbott elementary fanfiction

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bwabys-scenarios · 2 months

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Heya! Just thinking about Kurapika cuase he my fav. Since Kurta culture is such a big deal to him, how would he try to teach his significant other about it? Would he try to teach them as they go along or would he try to distance himself from his past culture? Thanks for writing these Headcannons, they get me through my busy work week lollll

Kurapika and his culture, thoughts and HCs

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

A/N: This is less of an x reader and more of Kurta tradition HCs! Also, these are all made up and not inspired by anything specific, so any likeliness to actual cultural practices is not intended. The only tradition that is inspired by real culture is the last one, which is inspired by Dia De Los Muertos(which is obvious but I wanted to give credit where credit is due!!)

Thoughts

Absolutely! As the only Kurta left alive, he’s the only one that can keep his culture and traditions alive. It’s one of the reasons he wants children so badly, he wants to have his clan again!

I think Kurapika isn’t the type to force you to learn or expect you to participate in his culture, after all it’s not your own, but he’d very much appreciate it if you did. You’re his everything, all he has left in this world and the future mother of his children, and he’d be over the moon if you wore the traditional tabards on special holidays and practiced the traditional dance that the Kurta people would preform on their wedding nights.

He also won’t be overbearing with having his kids participate, but will be filled with joy when the little ones ask why daddy is wearing something different and praying on certain days.

Kurapika will bully his friends into celebrating with him, though. Gon and Killua have their own Kurta tabards that they have to wear when then come over during holidays. And no, Gon’s isn’t green. You’ll see why later on in this post.

HCs

-I think the Kurtas had many different traditions, which I will list here.

-One tradition I already mentioned, which is the bride and groom performing a specific dance on their wedding day. It’s a sign of devotion and love that lasts a lifetime, so it’s one of the only things Kurapika really wants you to do.

-Another is celebrating the coming of fall and harvests, alone with spring, summer, and winter. Each season has a different celebration and traditions, like dancing in the snow and leaving your favorite preserved fruit in the windowsill as an offering.

-You give that fruit during winter, a time where the fields are barren so when the fruit is ripe again, the gods give back tenfold.

-In spring, there are always flowers decorating doorframes, most families represented by a specific flower(marigolds for Kurapika’s family!), which is said to strengthen the spirits of each household.

-During summer, the children all made little dolls out of straw(or clay if their family works with it) and fill them with sweets, then leave them in the forest. This is an offering to the forest spirits so they can continue to coexists amongst each other. The Kurta people have a lot of respect for nature, always giving back what they take.

-The most important tradition takes place during late fall, right before winter. It’s a day to remember your loved ones who have passed, and obviously this holiday is especially rough for Kurapika. Before the massacre, it was a day that was spent celebrating the lives that once were, but now it is full of grief. He wears all green. Brown and earthy tones are used for grieving too, like for widows that are in states of mourning, but green is reserved for funerals. The earthy times symbolize the deceased giving their bodies back to the earth, and the inevitably of returning to dust.

-Because their scarlet eyes are treasured in the clan and green is opposite to red, red is seen as a color of mouthing. Fun fact, the first time Kurapika saw Gon, he assumed he was in a deep state of mourning because he was wearing an entirely green outfit. Of course he soon learned that the Kurta way of mourning was different than the rest of the world, but that didn’t stop him from being more gentle with Gon for a while.

-Kurapika prefers to pray alone when he’s in mourning. He gets choked up and cries sometimes, and needs time to collect himself and process the tremendous loss he feels.

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24hlevi · 6 months

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Helloo may I ask for prompt 5 for 25 days of winter with Roland from vnc where reader (preferably female) is teaching him how to ice skate? Thank you and have a wonderful day/night <3

ah yes of course! i adore roland so much so thank you for requesting 🫶

— 25 Days Of Winter: Ice Skating Together

roland fortis (vanitas no carte) x fem!reader

warnings: none!

25 days of winter event

"y/n? dear? i do not think this is a bright idea," roland stammered as he stood on the ice rink with his newly tied ice skates on his feet. he was standing with his arms out like a penguin, and you almost laughed at how scared he was of this out of all the things he had done.

"what do you mean?" you pouted, skating in a circle around him. "it's not that scary, love." you stopped in front of him, grabbing onto his hands. "come on."

"y/n i don't- this isn't- oh goodness," roland said as you began to pull him further onto the ice with you.

you had been ice skating for a long while now, since you were a child. it was one of your favorite activities during the holidays, and you wanted roland to experience that with you this year. if only you knew how afraid he was of slipping and falling on ice than killing vampires. it was quite funny, actually. to see the male stumbling and gripping onto you for dear life as you expertly skated around the rink.

you slowly pulled roland around the skating rink one whole loop around the place before stopping in front of him. "do you wanna try alone, now?"

"sure," he nodded his head. with one swift kickoff, roland made his way slowly down the rink's edge with you following quickly behind him.

"you're doing great!" you smiled at him, skating in front of him now. "now try and do that again but with the other foot."

"okay," roland nodded again. he was staring at his feet as he moved his other foot, moving closer towards you as he grinned widely. "i'm doing it!"

"yes!" you clapped your hands together happily for your boyfriend.

roland skated over to you and grabbed your hands, now becoming the one leading you and skating around the place with happy laughter erupting from the two of you.

"you were right my dear, this is fun!" roland smiled as he skated around.

"i told you!" you responded. "you just have to get over that initial fear and then you're great!"

roland skated in a circle around you as you moved further down the rink, grabbing your hand and spinning you around with giggles escaping from your lips.

after a few spins, roland pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead with a bright smile. "thank you for doing this with me, y/n."

"of course," you smiled up at him. "i know you don't get to do much, so this is at least something."

"something great indeed," roland then pecked your lips. "now c'mon!" he started to skate again only to fall.

his hand which was still holding onto yours resulted in you falling as well, letting out a yelp as you landed on top of roland. staring down at his shocked expression, you couldn't help but start laughing. he did soon after, holding onto you with a smile still on his face.

"i think we can go home now," you patted his chest.

"i believe so as well," roland nodded, kissing you again.

#vanitas no carte #case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte x reader #vnc #vnc x reader #roland fortis #roland fortis x reader #roland x reader #25 days of winter event #request

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earthtoharlow · 11 months

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Teach Me

2) February

AN: Part 2 of Teach Me

Thank you to @harlowcomehome for helping me with this, ily 🥹💜

MASTERLIST

“You sure you don’t want me to run to the store for you?” Jack asked from the floor as he was playing dress up with Jayla.

Alyssa shook her head no. “I got it, babe. I’ll be in and out. Just grabbing a few things for Jayla for Valentine’s Day.” She says with a laugh and an eye roll.

“And hopefully for me too.”

“Maybe” Alyssa said with a wink, knowing she already had a plan for them.

She could tell Jack was still worried, he never liked when she left the house late at night. Alyssa walked over, bending down to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. “You worry too much, princess”

“That’s not funny.” Jack told her, trying to hold in his laughter. Jayla was only 2 but slowly became obsessed with makeup/hair after watching her mother do her own every morning. So now Jack was currently sitting on the floor with lipstick smeared over his lips and barrettes in his hair, with a crown to match.

Alyssa gave Jayla kisses all over her face, childish giggles ringing in the air. “I’ll be right back, baby. Make sure to take care of daddy, ok?”

“Otay”

She gave Jack one last kiss before she locked the door behind her but not before saying their phrase.

“Love You, Mean It!”

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“Jayla Rose! Can you explain to me why you waited till the last minute to tell me that you signed up Daddy to make cookies for your Valentine’s Day party”

It was 10pm, way past Jayla’s bedtime but Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and the kids were encouraged to bring baked goods.

“We always make cookies together!” Jayla exclaimed while adjusting her chef's hat on her head.

“Not at 10 o’clock at night.”

Jayla shrugged her and suddenly started playing with her KY chain hanging from her neck, something she did when she was nervous.

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” Jack asked her, concerned.

She began playing with her necklace some more and kicking her feet against the kitchen floor. “I just thought it would be fun, you always get sad during this time because of mommy.”

Jack immediately pulled her into a hug, he could feel his shirt start to get wet from her tears. “Hey, it’s okay.” He reassured her by rubbing her back.

“Look at me.” His heart wanted to cry as he looked at her big brown eyes that were filled with tears threatening to fall. “You don’t have to worry about Daddy, that’s my job. You and I are gonna have fun tomorrow. I have a whole day planned just for the two of us once you get out of school.”

Jayla perked up at that “Really?”

“Yes, really. You know you’re my favorite valentine. Now, let’s wipe these tears and finish these cookies so you can go to bed.”

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Ariel loved Valentine's Day, it was her favorite holiday. I mean, her last name was Love after all. Sure, she was 27 years old and single, but there were so many other reasons to love it. Not only did she love the flowers, the pinks and reds but she loved everything Valentines Day stood for, it’s about love, and what’s not to love about love?

By morning her desk was filled with cards, candy and small stuffed animals. She was sure her planner was underneath all the gifts but Ariel was in no rush to look for it. Her favorite gift amongst them all was the donut bouquet from Jayla Harlow.

Ariel: rumor has it that you burned our classes Valentine’s Day cookies for our party?

Pressing send, Ariel grabbed one of the donuts from the bouquet. Before she could take a bite, her phone buzzed on her desk.

Jack: didn’t you hear? I don’t clear up rumors

Ariel giggled at that knowing he was referencing one of his hit songs. As she was just about to text him back Jack sent another message

Jack: but whoever started that rumor is in big trouble, can’t have someone spreading misinformation

Ariel: you’d be shocked to know what else I’ve been told, but I wouldn’t want to give away my sources

She moaned as she took a bite of her donut. She always had a sweet tooth. There was nothing like a strawberry frosted donut.

Jack: well…you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone

Taking another bite of her donut, she thought about all the things Jayla has shared with her. They were honestly pretty tame, compared to her other students giving her details about their parents divorce.

Ariel: oh you know, just that you get red as a tomato in the sun, you drink ranch dressing (big if true), the source claims they’re better at basketball and soccer than you, and that your idea of dancing is just stomping around.

Jack: damn this source knows a lot about me

Jack: and I’ll have you know that I’m very useful on the court

Ariel: hey, don’t shoot the messenger! Just some silly gossip between a teacher and their favorite student

She laughed at the exchange before taking a glance at the clock, seeing the kids would be back from lunch in 15 minutes. Ariel should be using this time to plan out her lessons for the next week, but right now she’d rather flirt with her favorite students' dad. Lesson plans can wait.

Ariel: Speaking of the party, are you joining us?

Ariel already knew that he would probably say no, according to other teachers Mr. Harlow never showed up to any of the school's functions. And he hasn’t in a long time. She watched as those three bubbles indicating that Jack was texting back popped up and would suddenly go away.

Jack: uh probably not…I have some meetings this afternoon.

While she knew he was going to say no, she couldn’t help but think about Jayla, who is usually very social, was suddenly very quiet today.

Ariel: Well, if you end up getting out early, we’ve got plenty of heart shaped sweets with your name on it, and I have a feeling Jayla misses you.

She could hear the sounds of tiny footsteps and giggles coming down the hall so she knew her class will be making their way back in. She glanced down at her phone again and saw that Jack left her on read. She tried not to let it upset her, still she decided to send one last text.

Ariel: the kids are coming back from lunch, Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Harlow

She shoved her phone back in her desk just in time to greet her kids back from lunch.

“Ok, my sweet angel babies, let’s get in our reading circles. Today’s book is all about…LOVE!”

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An hour later the Valentine’s Day party was in full swing. After socializing with the other parents and students she sat back and watched with a smile as the kids stuffed their faces with sweets. A small frown formed on her face when she noticed Jayla watching another student coloring with their mom with the same frown. Getting up from her desk, she took a seat next to Jayla.

“Hi, Miss Love.” Jayla greeted her with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, before she looked down and continued to color.

“Hi, Jayla! I love your drawing. Is that your dad?” Ariel asked, pointing to the yellow stick figure.

Jayla nodded her head yes, “I had to draw him yellow because he’s pale, and I couldn’t use a white crayon." Ariel had to stifle her laugh at that.

“Of course. Well, I came over here to chill with you, if that��s okay?” Ariel asked.

“Yeah that’s fine! Do you wanna color with me?” Jayla asked not even waiting for a reply before pushing a paper towards her.

Ariel smiled and grabbed a pink crayon and started drawing hearts all over the paper.

“Miss Love, your heart looks like a BUTT!”

“It does not!”

“MHM!”

Since most parents decided to take the kids home early because of the party, that left Ariel and Jayla by themselves at the end of the day.

While Ariel waited for Jack to pick up Jayla, she decided to start cleaning up the classroom, hating a dirty room. As she was picking up papers and pencils off the floor, Jayla called her name from her spot in the class's reading corner.

“Yes, Jayla?” She replied and looked towards her so that she had her full attention.

“Do you have a mommy?” Ariel was shocked at that question, she walked over and sat on the floor next to her.

“Yes, but she became an angel when I was a teenager. So it’s just me and my dad now” Ariel told her

She could tell Jayla had another question as she nervously played with the necklace. Ariel stayed silent giving Jayla some time to process what she wanted to ask next.

“Do you ever miss her?”

“Everyday.” Ariel answered almost immediately.

Other teachers around the school talked all the time about how Jack was a “hot single father” and how no one knew much about Jayla’s mother. Ariel was never the one to gossip so she never dug deeper because it wasn’t her business to know.

It was quiet for a while as Jayla turned back towards her book, flipping through the pages. Ariel could tell she had more to say but she refused to push her.

“It’s just me and daddy too.” Jayla spoke after a while. She still was flipping through her book. “I don’t really know—“ Jayla couldn’t finish what she was saying as there was a soft knock on the door. Ariel and Jayla looked up and saw Jack leaning against the classroom door.

“DADDY!” Jayla yelled as she jumped up and ran towards her father, conversation seemingly forgotten. Ariel stood back as she watched Jack kiss his daughter all over her face.

“Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, babygirl.”

“It’s ok, Miss Love was hanging out with me.”

Jack put Jayla down from his arms before he stood up straight and greeted Ariel.

“Thanks, sorry I was late.” Jack said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Ariel waved her hand “it’s no problem at all, Jayla is one of my favorite’s students, I’d hang out with her any day.”

Jack smiled at that. “Now, Miss Love…I thought teachers weren’t supposed to have favorites.”

Ariel pressed her finger to her lips “SSH, don’t tell anyone.” Jack threw his head back with a laugh and the sound made Ariel’s heart flutter.

“Before I let you two go, Mr. Harlow, I did promise you that we had some cookies with your name on it.” Ariel grabbed the case of cookies that she saved back for him. Jack smiled as he looked down at the heart shaped cookies. He could tell they were homemade.

“Did you make these?” He asked, opening the container and grabbing one out. “Mm, these are delicious.” he said, biting into it.

“Yeah, I always overbake so I figured since you couldn’t be here I would save the rest for you.” Ariel said with a shrug, she could feel her cheeks getting warm as she watched Jack eat her cookies. God she was down bad.

“Maybe, I do need to come to these parties, if you’re going to be baking like this.” Jack flirted.

“Just for the baked goods?” She joked

“And to hang out with you..”

Jack felt a tug on his pants leg, breaking eye contact as he looked down at Jayla.

“What about me?!”

“You didn’t let daddy finish, I was going to say I’d love to hang out with Miss Love and my babygirl”

Ariel smiled watching the exchange, her face getting warmer at Jack claiming he wanted to hang out with her.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you all here any longer, so I’ll let you two go. Bye, Miss Jayla, I’ll see you on Monday.”

What she didn’t expect was Jayla to leave Jack’s side and give her a tight hug around her legs. Even Jack was shocked at the action. Ariel got down to her level so she could give her a better hug.

“Bye, Miss Love. You’re the best.”

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“…and they lived happily ever after!”

The End

Jack read as he closed the book to Jayla’s favorite bedtime story.

“I love that book daddy, can you read it again?!” Jayla asked while giving him those award winning puppy dog eyes.

Still sitting on the edge of her bed, Jack shook his head no. “Not tonight, sweetheart. You know it’s late.”

Jayla huffed and cuddled deeper into the covers on her bed and laid her head on Jack’s arm. He always liked to stay with her until she fell asleep. “Did you have a fun day?”

“Yup, Miss Love is so cool, and she’s just like me!”

Jack looked down at Jayla confused, “yeah, how so?”

It got quiet and for a moment, Jack almost thought she was fast asleep before she spoke up.

“She only has a daddy! Her mommy is gone too, and she misses her everyday just like how I miss mommy” Jayla said softly followed by a small yawn

Jack tried to swallow the lump that immediately formed in his throat. Jayla hardly ever spoke to him about her mother's passing, so hearing that she missed her just as much as he did made the inside of his chest hurt. Jack was scared that if he opened his mouth he wouldn’t be able to stop crying, but thankfully when he looked down Jayla had fallen asleep in his arms.

Not having the heart to leave her just yet, Jack cuddled in closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. While Jack wished Jayla spoke to him about her mom he was grateful that she trusted Ariel enough to open up.

Jack stayed in Jayla’s room for most of the night before making his way towards his bedroom. He was having a hard time sleeping with all the thoughts running through his head. After tossing and turning for a while, he reached over to grab his phone from the side table, and scrolled till he found the name he was looking for.

“Thank you for talking to Jayla, I really appreciate it.” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate, he knew Ariel would know what he was talking about. With it being so late in the night, Jack wasn’t expecting a reply so quickly, so he was surprised when he got a reply back after ten minutes.

“Anytime, Jayla can always count on me.”

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How I'll Play

Summary: Steve's grandmother sends him an investment and big collection of gifts for his 21st. Small thing is, She thinks he's her Granddaughter.

Authors Notes: Playing with the idea I had yesterday over Steve liking Sylvanian Families and only playing D&D with them, Thanks to @frostfairysteve for the information on when they came out. (also for the fact I know those 2 D&D races XD)

Continued in Come Play With Us

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Steve family are all rich and all distant. He remembered once as a child a family reunion being arranged and being scared of all the strangers there. Apparently his father had 3 brothers all older and all with their own families, but also his grandparents had invited second cousins and cousins once removed and for whatever reason everyone had made time for it.

Looking back at the event now, Steve was pretty sure the main reason everyone turned up was that they were hopeful this could be a chance to increase the inheritance they could get from his grandparents. He doubted that would have been effective for anyone and is relatively sure that except for occasional cards on holidays and birthdays still considered most of his relatives as strangers.

It did encourage him not to have too much fun when taking himself to a city for a weekend away, simply because he didn't want to accidentally seduce a relative into a one night stand without knowing it. The joys of things that teach safe sex for the strangest reasons.

He didn't usually think about his family beyond that. They were just people who shared in his gene pool, just like the parents he barely saw any more.

Except his Grandmother seemed to challenge that when his twenty-first birthday came bringing a delivery with a note from her.

'Dear Steven,

I cannot recall why your mother decided on such a name for such a charming girl as you were at the family reunion so many years ago, but for all my grandchildren I've brought investments in a company as well as a large collection of the things they make as they turn 21.

For you, and your fascination with figurines and dolls that I remember, I chose to invest in Sylvanian Families. They're almost as adorable as you were when young.

A very happy birthday to you and remember to manage your investments wisely.

Your Grandmother,

Antoinette Harrington

He had to read the note 3 times before bursting into laughter. He knew his family was distant, but apparently they're distant enough to have changed his gender in their memories, although he does recall for a short time enjoying dolls before his father dictated otherwise and forbid him from them.

It had only been recently, and only around Robin, that he'd began allowing himself to be curious over typically feminine things beyond his hair since that time, but it was flattering to think that somehow he'd acted feminine enough the only time he'd met his grandparents that he was remembered as such.

“Steve? You remember we said we'd go shopping together for birthday looks for tonight, right?” Robin asked, letting herself in since he was laughing enough he hadn't heard her knocks. Steve had tried to insist he could pick her up, but according to her, he shouldn't be driving everyone around on his birthday, so she got Eddie to agree to play chauffeur for the day.

“Read this and tell me I'm not imagining things, Robbie. Please tell me I didn't misread that. Also I need to see just what is in these packages before I go anywhere.” Steve grinned over at her, waving at Eddie as he leant around the door.

Eddie came over too, leaning over Robin's shoulder as she read since Steve hurried into the kitchen for scissors to open the parcels.

There were 4 big parcels but as he got the boxes open only 2 of them had big items in them, what appeared to be dolls houses and furniture. The rest were filled with solid dolls, slightly velveted of every kind of animal he could think of, all in families, or separate babies that matched one of the family groups and dressed in adorable slightly old fashioned looking outfits.

“You're her granddaughter now. I'm sorry Stevie, but for a gift this big and the investment that was also in the envelope behind this is big, you have to be female from now on.” Robin teased, snickering herself and sitting on the floor beside him to see everything he was pulling out.

Steve shrugged a little. “You tell me what dress size I should get and I'll be the belle of the ball for the party Joyce is insisting on throwing.”

“How long ago was this reunion? Any you're happy about that?” Eddie asked, visibly stunned, but not annoyed or any reaction that left Steve concerned.

“Thrilled. Robbie and I have been trying make-up looks and I was already wondering if I should try a skirt tonight. This seems like a sign that I definitely should.” Steve grinned up, answering the second question first. “And I honestly don't know. I think I was maybe five, possibly younger. Definitely wasn't allowed dolls for too long before my father banned them.”

Eddie shook his head, coming to sit beside him too finally, “Cool, I'll kill the boys characters in the next session if anyone says anything about that. If you do get a dress, that is.”

Steve's grin gentled to a smile, before a thought struck him at the allusion to D&D. He'd seen their figurines before, had let them host Hellfire at his home a few times now, enough even Eddie's bandmates were beginning to relax and suddenly thought he wouldn't might playing in a similar way with these cute guys. “Hey, you can get animals walking and talking in D&D, right?”

For a moment Robin and Eddie blinked at him, then Robin started cackling. “I bet even if they don't Eddie is about to figure out how to, Stevie! Hell, I'm joining in too.”

Eddie blinked at her too before slowly nodding, “Normally called other things, like Procyons and Avalis but yes, there are bipedal intelligent animals in D&D.”

“Tell the party to start making characters like that to play and help me and Bobbin to do so if you want me to play a campaign. I'll only play if these are the figurines used for everyone.” Steve decided, “And look, you even have sets for places we can go to make the mapping even more exciting.” He gestured to the buildings, and some shop sets that he'd pulled out of the packages but hadn't opened unlike a few of the families that had caught his eye.

“Fucking Hell, Yes! I can do that! Can I stay here to plan the campaign too, check what I've got to work with?” Eddie's smile grew slowly but was soon almost wider than they'd seen it before.

Steve nodded, “Definitely. And this just means we're all more excited for getting back from the shopping trip I was promised. I'll go get ready to head out.”

As he walked away Robin started to calm down but one look at the pout Eddie had over being told he couldn't jump straight into planning set her off laughing uncontrollably all over again.

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Hell Hath No Fury (17/?)

I’m glad you all seem to like the liberties I’ve taken with Jim’s personality and building up Johanna’s as well. The show didn’t provide a ton of information, so I’ve tried to take Kate and divvy up some of her personality between the two of them.

Some of you commented that you thought they made up a little too quickly, that Kate should have still been mad at him. I just want to point out that the reason she was upset with him wasn’t a HUGE reason…their argument definitely wasn’t of the epic proportions of their “Knockout” or “Always” fights. Plus their relationship is still relatively new…I felt it could be worked out with Kate having some time to get through the worst of the anger and then actually trying this talking thing that makes relationships successful. She IS trying to be better for him.

This chapter is going to set up the July 4 holiday. The last chapter I’ll place as the last full week of June, so this would take place about a week later, right before the long holiday weekend.

I still don’t own Castle.

xxxxx

The Harley eased into the garage before coming to a stop. The back passenger climbed off the bike first, waiting for the driver to kill the engine. She removed her helmet and shook out her chestnut hair as the driver made sure the kickstand was down and then jumped off the bike, excitedly removing her own helmet to shake out her red locks.

“I did it!” Alexis exclaimed excitedly.

“You did great, Alexis,” Kate smiled. Of course, they had been working together for about 3 weeks, and Kate had made sure she’d driven the bike around the yard and the driveway safely, then had her drive on the street in front of the house, and then rode with her on the street in front of the house, before she’d suggested they take the bike around town. She’d made sure Alexis was ready and capable before she’d suggested letting the girl test out her driving skills further than a few hundred yards.

“Really? I felt like there were a couple of times I kind of messed up a little,” she critiqued her performance. She was such a perfectionist.

Kate gave her a reassuring smile. “You’re a quick study. And to be your first time out on an actual road, you did a great job. You remained calm, you were safe and cautious. Really, it was an excellent first real ride.”

Alexis grinned and impulsively hugged her. “Thanks, Kate.”

The hug surprised her, but she recovered quickly and returned the gesture. “You’re welcome,” she told her softly.

“I thought I heard my little rebel!” Castle called teasingly as he came out to the garage with a smile. The sight that greeted him of his girlfriend and his daughter in a hug only made his smile grow. “Have a good ride?”

The girl pulled away from Kate and left her helmet on the bike before running over to hug her dad. “I did! Kate let me drive! It was just around town, but I did it, and it was so much fun! She’s a great teacher.”

He kissed the top of his daughter’s head as he hugged her tightly. “I’m glad,” he couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm.

“I’ve got to go call Ashley and tell him!” she said excitedly, giving her dad a kiss on the cheek before running inside.

“She kind of idolizes you a little bit right now, you know,” Castle told Kate with a smile as he moved to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her softly.

Kate’s arms slid around him, giving him a smile as she broke the kiss. “I doubt that. She was just excited,” she shrugged it off. “She’s a great kid.”

He smiled proudly. “She is a great kid. And she definitely idolizes you a little bit.” Seeing her look, he chuckled. “I mean it, Kate. I know my daughter…I know that look.”

“Well, I’m honored,” she smiled, moving for another kiss.

“So…you going to offer to teach me to drive your motorcycle next?” he asked her before her lips could claim his.

Her laughter was caught by his mouth. “No,” she pulled away with a grin.

“What? Why not? You taught Alexis!”

She laughed again. “You’re right, I did teach Alexis. Alexis is a model student. She learned all the

rules of the road, took 2 online safety courses, and learned every part of the bike and what the function of each part is. She is an excellent listener, and she follows instructions.”

Castle gave a small pout. “I could do all of those things!” he insisted.

“Yeah right, Castle,” she snorted, shaking her head. “The last time I gave you instructions to follow, my dad walked in on us having sex on the kitchen counter. Or would you prefer to talk about all the times I've told you to stay in the car?” she arched an eyebrow.

“I can follow instructions when it’s important,” he insisted.

“No,” she shook her head again with a smile. “I don't know if our relationship could survive me trying to teach you to drive a motorcycle. If you want to learn to ride, you can get yourself an instructor who is not sleeping with you…who you won’t try to do something stupid to impress…who you aren’t going to try to cop a feel on…and who you aren’t fantasizing about in black leather,” she laughed.

Castle was going to argue, but when he opened his mouth, he realized she was right, so he couldn’t really deny it. “Well…that’s just mean.”

She smiled, clearly amused by him, as she moved back into his arms. “Maybe I just like giving you a ride…” she trailed off suggestively, her eyes growing a little darker and her voice dropping lower.

His hands tightened on her hips slightly, his own eyes darkening at her suggestion. “You don’t need your bike to give me a ride…” he murmured lowly.

“Castle!” she laughed. “That was a horrible line…” she laughed even harder as he tried to kiss her.

“Was not!” he insisted with a pout.

She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips to soothe him before pulling away with a smile. “Well better to get it all out now instead of your party this weekend. You try lines like that in front of Espo and he’s not going to let you forget it. You’ve seen how he treats Ryan,” she warned him with a grin.

He’d been feeling better, and as such had started to get a bit of cabin fever; plus he missed their friends. He loved his mother and daughter, but not really having much social contact with anyone other than them, Alfred, his doctors, or Kate when she was there was starting to make him a little crazy.

When she’d suggested he have a boy’s night, she’d meant he should go back to the city for a

few days or coordinate a time with Ryan and Espo to play their video games online together, or even host a poker game. What she hadn’t expected was for him to decide to combine a boy’s night with the holiday weekend and suggest inviting their friends, and even her dad, out for a long weekend at his place in the Hamptons for the Fourth of July.

Of course, inviting their friends meant they would be outting their relationship in a way; everyone other than Espo, Ryan and Jenny already knew; they didn't feel right asking their families to lie for them, and neither Castle nor Kate had any desire to give up touching or kissing simply to pretend they weren’t in a relationship in front of their friends, and she really didn’t see the need to lie to two men she trusted with her life. So they had simply decided to just act normal and let the others put the pieces together on their own.

“You’re sure you’re up for this many house guests?” she asked him, lacing her fingers with his as they walked back into the house.

“Kate, I’m fine. Alfred is taking care of all the work, so I haven’t had to lift a finger. On his days off, I’m pretty sure I can handle grilling, and I’ve got you and Alexis to help me out as well. I’m fine,” he assured her with a smile.

“I’m more worried about you trying to show off in front of the boys and doing something stupid,” she murmured.

He chuckled softly. “I promise. No showing off. No stunt dives off the diving board. No overly physical games,” he promised. “And if by some chance I do end up hurt, Lanie’s coming. She’s a doctor,” he pointed out.

She narrowed her eyes. “If you do anything that requires her to have to practice medicine this weekend, you’ll be sleeping on the couch in your office instead of in your bed with me,” she warned him, only halfway joking. While she might not completely kick him to the couch, she most definitely would not be letting him touch her if he acted recklessly.

“Scout’s honor.”

“Try again. You were never a scout,” she arched an eyebrow in his direction.

“It’s just an expression,” he sighed. “I promise. Ok?”

She studied him for a moment. “Ok,” she nodded.

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After dinner, Kate and Castle had taken a walk on the beach to have some romantic alone time and watch the sunset. They were laughing as they came up the steps to the back porch, Kate

leaning into his side with her arm loosely across his waist at his back and his arm around her shoulders. They both stopped when they saw Alexis waiting for them.

“Hey Pumpkin, is everything ok?” Castle was the first to ask, noticing his daughter was worried about something.

“Yeah, Dad. Everything is fine. I just need to talk to someone.”

“Yeah, of course. You know you can always talk to me,” he moved toward his daughter. Kate released her hold on him and started to go inside to give them some privacy.

“Actually, I kind of would prefer to talk to Kate,” Alexis gave her dad a tiny smile.

Kate stopped at those words and looked first to Alexis and then to Castle. That was as surprising as the hug she’d gotten from the girl earlier that afternoon. She was under the impression Alexis talked to her father about pretty much everything.

“Oh…yeah, no problem,” Castle tried to shrug it off. He wasn’t used to his daughter wanting to talk to someone other than himself about things that seemed to worry her.

“Sure, Alexis,” Kate said with a smile. She turned to her boyfriend and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Go get the wine and bubble bath ready. I’ll be in to join you in a bit,” she told him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips to get him moving inside so that the younger woman would feel comfortable talking about whatever it was that she didn’t want her dad to know about. Once he was inside, she gestured for Alexis to take a seat in one of the chairs.

The girl instead paced a little bit, causing Kate to smile slightly. She was all too familiar with the need to move in some way when she was feeling overwhelmed. Alexis finally stopped pacing and leaned against the railing silently. Kate joined her, remaining silent. She was also comfortable with the silence and an expert on not rushing someone into talking before they were ready. She would patiently wait until the girl had the words to speak whatever was bothering her.

“How do you know you’re ready?” Alexis finally asked.

Kate had to shake her head, not following. “Ready?”

“You know…ready. Like…with a guy?” she met her eyes.

It took Kate a minute, but when she saw the tips of her ears turning pink along with her cheeks, she put the pieces together. “Oh. Are you and Ashley?” she asked.

“Not yet,” Alexis answered. “But…he’s getting ready to go away to college on the other side of

the country…we’ve been together a year…and I really like him.”

“Well…just because he’s going to California in a couple of months doesn’t mean you should do something with him that you don’t really want to do, especially if he’s pressuring you,” Kate started softly.

“He’s not pressuring me. He hasn’t even brought it up. This is my idea,” Alexis told her honestly. “It’s just…neither one of us has ever….and…I don’t know, I guess I thought being each other’s firsts would be like a special bond that would make our relationship stronger while we’re apart,” she tried to explain.

“Ah…” Kate nodded her understanding. “Your first time is a special experience you only get to have once in your life. You should make sure it’s something you really want to do with a guy you really like. I know you really like Ashley…but if you’re suggesting this because you think your relationship needs it to survive the distance, it’s not going to be enough to make it last,” she started. “But, if it’s something you’ve thought about…which you obviously have…and it’s something that you want because it’s actually something you want and not to please him or try to make your relationship last…then you should do what feels right,” she advised her.

“You don’t think it’s irresponsible? Or that I’m rushing into something? Or that it’s a bad idea?” Alexis asked.

“Alexis, you are one of the most responsible people I know. You’re talking to me about it, which means you’ve given it a lot of thought, and it’s not some decision made in the heat of the moment. And it’s only a bad idea if you do it for the wrong reasons and you’re not careful. I think that you’re as ready as every other 17-year-old girl out there who is in love for the first time,” she smiled.

The younger girl was quiet for a minute, seemingly digesting the advice from the older woman. “I do think I love him,” she smiled. “Thanks, Kate.”

When Alexis turned to go inside, Kate reached out to stop her with a hand on her arm. “Hold on. Just…a little more friendly advice that I wish someone had told me at 17…” she started. “Don’t ever depend on a guy to be prepared with protection. You should have some with you if you’re planning to do that, and I'm not just talking birth control. Don’t ever let a guy talk you out of using it either, and trust me…they will absolutely give you every excuse in the book. Don’t believe them…they’re lying,” she advised her.

“Don’t let a guy make you feel like you can’t say no. You can say no at any point, alright? Even if you’ve said yes, you can change your mind and say no. And if anyone hurts you or isn’t listening to you saying no…or if any guy makes you feel like you can’t say no and you’re uncomfortable or just need to get out of there, call me. I don’t care what time it is or where you are. I’ll come to

get you, and your dad will never know unless you tell him, ok?” she promised her, meeting her eyes so the teenager would know she meant every word. “I’ve got your back, Alexis. Whatever and whenever you need.”

Alexis nodded and for the second time that day, wrapped her arms around the older woman in a hug. “Thank you,” she murmured.

Kate was prepared this time and immediately hugged the girl back tightly. “You’re welcome.” She waited until Alexis had loosened her embrace before releasing her. “How about we head inside now before your dad has a stroke coming up with all kinds of bad scenarios we could be discussing with that imagination of his,” she suggested. Noticing Alexis’s pause at the mention of her father, Kate smiled. “The only thing I’m telling him when he inevitably asks is that we had some girl talk. Your secrets are safe with me, I promise,” she assured her as the two headed inside.

Neither woman was surprised to see Castle waiting in the kitchen, trying his best to seem nonchalant. “Oh, hey…I didn’t realize you two were still out there…” he tried with his most innocent smile.

“Yeah right, Dad,” Alexis rolled her eyes. “I’m going to head up to bed. Goodnight, Dad, Kate,” she told them, giving her dad a kiss on the cheek before heading up to her room.

“So…” Castle tried with a smile.

“So, what?” Kate asked him, grabbing two wine glasses. “You were supposed to get the wine and fix the bubble bath…not wait in the kitchen for us to come back inside.”

His shoulders sagged a little. “You’re not going to tell me what you two talked about?”

“Nope,” she answered honestly, moving to open a bottle of wine to share in their bubble bath.

He pouted at that. “But I’m the cool dad!”

“I don’t care. I’m not breaking the sacred bonds of sisterhood no matter how cool you think you are.” When he crossed his arms and stuck out his bottom lip in a true pout, she had to laugh. “Are you going to stand there and pout all night, or are you going to join me in a bubble bath?” she asked him. When he didn't answer, she shrugged. “Fine, but I’m taking one with or without you,” she started for his bedroom.

He sighed and followed behind her. “That’s not fair. You’re not sisters,” he pointed out.

“The sacred bond of sisterhood has nothing to do with being biological sisters, Castle. It’s about

the shared female experience. I promise you, nothing she said is anything you need to know or worry about. Her safety is not at risk, and she’s not in any kind of trouble. So don’t worry,” she assured him.

“You’re really not going to tell me?” he asked once they were in his bathroom. He started the water in the tub and dropped in some bubble bath.

She placed the bottle of wine and the two glasses near the tub before giving him a smile. “You really want to know?” Seeing him nod, she smiled a little more. “Girl talk.”

“Kate…” he whined.

“No, Castle. That’s all you’re getting from me. Girl talk. That’s what we talked about. If you want anything else, you’re going to have to ask Alexis. And I already promised her that her secrets are safe with me, so you’re not going to be able to trick her and make her think I told you anything to get her to talk,” she informed him. “Now stop pouting, take off your clothes, and get in the tub. Or get out of here so I can enjoy my bubble bath in peace. Those are your options.”

He gave one last huff, crossing his arms. But five minutes later she was settling with her back against his chest in the tub, sipping her glass of wine with her eyes closed, a small smile on her face as his arms wrapped around her.

He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I love seeing you with Alexis like you were today...just not when the two of you team up against me."

She gave a soft chuckle. "I like spending time with her. I meant what I said earlier...she's a great kid. And I care about her a lot."

He smiled, tightening his arms around her. "I love you," he murmured, his nose nuzzling her neck.

"I love you, too," she smiled, turning her head so she could capture his lips for a deep kiss. When she finally broke the kiss, she took another sip of her wine before allowing her body to completely relax back against his, losing herself in his embrace.

xxxxx

So I realize that the detail surrounding Alexis learning to ride the motorcycle is most likely not accurate at all, but it worked for my story, so if you actually do know how to ride a motorcycle and how to teach someone, please just overlook the inaccuracies that I’m sure you’ll spot.

And also, I realize most people assume in fics that Castle’s Hamptons house only has like

4 bedrooms, but I looked and I don’t think it’s ever been said on the show how many rooms it actually has. So for the purposes of this story, it’s going to have 6 bedrooms, because that’s how many I will need it to have, lol. I did look at some places, and it’s not uncommon for Hamptons houses to have that many bedrooms…they are expensive houses, after all.

The next couple of chapters will cover the July 4 holiday…with all the house guests, lol. I hope you guys liked this chapter! I realize there was more Alexis in it that some of you like, but I really want to develop a good relationship between her and Kate, which is something I wanted to see so badly in the show, but we never really got developed. I look forward to your comments!

#castle #caskett #kate beckett #richard castle #castle fanfiction

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ravixen · 1 year

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Hii, can I request a svt reaction to doing snow related activies with you? For members: Jeonghan, Jun, Wonwoo, Seokmin and Seungkwan please?

Activies like snowball fights, ice skating whatever haha but it's like s/o's first time since they lived on a country without snow :) thank uu ^u^

svt + snow day fun

➔ reaction || requested

➔ warnings: alcohol mention in jeonghan's || 562 words ➔ notes: fluff ; first time i saw snow was when i was 4 or 5? i remember seeing it on TV all the time, but since i was from SEA, there wasn't no snow. anyway, i'm getting sad from the nostalgia LOL reblog if you liked it!

JEONGHAN: if it's jeonghan, it has to be holiday markets because he loves sight-seeing and going to these sorts of things. it's not snow related, but it counts, right? he'll first take you to a stand that sells hot drinks so that you can keep your hands warm — for someone new to the weather, this winter wind is brutal. he'd normally go for some spiced hot chocolate, but since you need the extra warmth, he gets you both some mulled wine instead. he loves walking around with you under the twinkling fairy lights and doing a loop around before deciding what to buy.

JUNHUI: he doesn't care what the schedule is for the rest of the day. he will literally move as many obligations as he can just to spend time outside in the snow with you. at first, he was into the idea of a snowball fight, but it was a little unfair since you weren't used to the snow </3 so he switched gears and now he's teaching you how to make a snow fort and a bunch of tiny snow people. they all get hats made of shriveled leaf bits or pebbles you find. it's pretty fun until you notice how much junhui's sniffling and have to urge him back indoors.

WONWOO: he doesn't spend much time outside, maybe an hour or three — however long you want to spend playing in the snow, especially since it's the first time you've seen it. as soon as his socks are wet, though, it's time to go inside. he goes in first to shower so that when you come in not long after, the bathroom's already toasty and he can make hot chocolate while you get changed. the snow day activities are fun and all, but his favorite part of winter is probably curling up on the couch with warm mugs in hand and a nice movie on tv. he would marathon through as many as you could watch and then peel away from you to clean up once you fell asleep.

SEOKMIN: it's the perfect time to get matching ear muffs and mittens! and since you're already in the shop, why not get matching scarves, too? he gets you a giant muffler that he tucks tight against your collar since he's taking you ice skating for the first time. you want to get one of those skating trainers, but he wants to help you learn. you agree, though you should've listen to your gut because you're both running into walls now with both of his hands are occupied with you. once he gets used to skating backwards and watching you, you're doing laps around the edge like it's nothing.

SEUNGKWAN: he loves playing in the snow, so when the weather predicts a particularly heavy fall, he sets out appropriate clothing the night before. he makes sure you have extra warm layers since you're not used to the cold. he loves seeing your eyes light up as you experience snow for the first time and asks what you want to try first. making a snowman like in the movies? running around the park and having a snowball fight? lying on the ground and making snow angels? he'll want to ice skate or snowboard eventually, but baby steps for now. regardless of what you choose, he insists on taking pictures to commemorate it.

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scullymurphy · 5 months

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Two questions for you, as someone who just finished BL/FD:

How dare you?

What recommendations do you have for dealing with my BL/FD hangover? And BEFORE YOU SUGGEST ANYTHING please know that yes, I did immediately reread them. It’s literally all I’ve done this past week. I want (NEED) a young Harrison Ford to slice these fica open and shove my prone form inside them to keep me warm through winter.

Thank you for writing them and sharing them with the world!!

Looool!! I loved getting this in my inbox, THANK YOU! Fandom moves so fast that it's easy to feel like your work is done and dusted. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see it's still delighting and moving readers like you.😭🥰

To answer your questions:

I'm so sorry, I know. I wrote these two stories from a place of pure self-indulgence during the pandemic and some personal hard times. So I poured a lot of angst and emotion into them. Falling Dark especially does not pull any punches. So I do apologize, kind of 😈. I confess I love to make my readers cry and/or miss sleep and school or work. I need one of those 'tears of my readers' mugs!

Gah, I LOVE that you re-read already! And I mean, I wrote Teach Me How to Forget pretty quickly after FD wrapped in my own bid to staunch my hangover. It's the lighthearted, low-stakes, low-stress, few obstacles Dramione puff piece I needed to immerse myself in after all that angst. It's also got a rom-com 'young professionals in the city' vibe that's very different from the settings of BL and FD. So there's always that! And stories by other writers that have truly immersed me are Love and Other Historical Accidents by my great friend PacificRimbaud, Dancer Adjusting Her Shoulder Strap by adathoroughgood2018 (do not be put off by the fact that it's missing a last chapter--it's just an epilogue and it's truly not needed), ANYfreakingthing by provocative_envy (seriously do not limit yourself to her Dramione) and Hot for Teacher by MotherofBulls, which will have you cackling all the angst right out of your system. If you're in the mood for holiday stuff, the D/Hr Advent fest is posting right now, and giving some truly delightful stories and art. I have a story in the fest this year, and there are something like 13 years of collections, all of which contain absolute gems. ALSO, I may be (cough cough) posting a new WIP come January time. Although it will NOT be lighthearted or fun. We will all be on a dark, broody train with D&H trying to solve heinous crimes...

ANYway, thank you so much for this ask. It brightened my day immeasurably. xoxo ~Scully

#i love asks #i love my readers #dramione #a gift #so kind #sobbing

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bastetwastaken · 5 months

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For the holiday drabble thing, 'Making a snowman' for the prompt with your choice of ship :)

Hi friend, thank you for the ask and I hope December has been kind to you and continues to be kind <3

I went for Monarchshipping for this prompt because there has been a devastating lack of those boys in my ask box and I love them xD

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The snow fell steadily, blanketing the world in a soft white embrace. The air was crisp, and Yami held his hand as he led him toward their destination.

He wasn’t sure where they were going, all Yami had told him when he woke that morning was to dress up warm and that they were going outside, and up until now he’d not bothered to ask, but the curiosity was getting to him.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

Yami threw a smug smile over his shoulder and laughed quietly. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

He laughed and shook his head, he knew asking more questions would get him similar answers so he decided to stay quiet instead. Wherever Yami was taking him wouldn’t be far anyway.

His assumption turned out to be right when Yami turned down another short street and into the large park not far from their home. Yami let go of his hand and walked out into what was usually a grassy field, now covered with pristine snow which Yami left footprints in.

He smiled when his boyfriend turned back to him, arms outspread and a grin on his face.

“So, what are we doing here?” He asked as he walked over to join him.

“We’re gonna build a snowman!” Yami said happily, turning back to the empty snow covered field. “The biggest one we can.”

“Yeah?” He laughed, moving to his boyfriend's side. “Sounds fun…one question though.”

Yami hummed distractedly.

“How exactly do you make a snowman?” He asked.

Yami turned to him, shock on his face and he laughed shyly, looking away and out over the field, feeling a little ashamed.

“You’ve never made a snowman?” Yami asked.

“Uh…no.” He shrugged. “I’ve actually only seen snow twice in my lifetime…”

“We’ve been together for almost a year and I’m only just finding this out?” Yami teased, a hand slid into his. “Ah well, I guess I’ll just have to teach you how to make one then.”

“Yeah?” He smiled as he looked back at his boyfriend. “I’m willing to learn.”

“Come on then.” Yami grinned and crouched down, pulling his hand so he followed. “All you really need to do is roll the snow into the biggest ball you can.”

Yami let go of his hand and began scraping snow together into a small ball, squeezing it together between his hands before collecting more and more.

He copied what he was doing, glancing over at his boyfriend to make sure he was doing it right every so often.

“Once it’s big enough, you just put it on the floor and start rolling.” Yami said happily, demonstrating what he meant, pushing the small ball of snow along the ground as he crawled behind it.

He did as Yami did and soon they had three different sized snowballs in the middle of the field. He stood back, hands on his hips as he sniffled with the cold.

“What now?” He asked.

“Now, we stack them up.” Yami told him, bending to pick up the medium sized snowball and placing it on top of the larger one with some difficulty. He turned to look at him. “You do the last one.”

He nodded and did as he was asked, lifting the smallest snowball up to his shoulder and then onto the snowman, Yami told him to hold it in place whilst he packed more snow around it.

He watched his boyfriend, a smile on his face as he took in the look of concentration on Yami's face, the way his tongue stuck out slightly as he tilted his head this way and that to make sure he’d covered every angle.

Snowflakes clung to his dark hair where it stuck out from under his thick woolly hat, his cheeks and nose were rosy and red from the cold… He looked beautiful.

He didn’t even realise he was moving closer until Yami laughed and bumped his cold nose against his. He smiled and tipped his head up, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of Yamis nose and laughing when his boyfriend did.

He was about to move away but Yamis lips pressed against his and he was drawn into a soft kiss that stole his attention from anything else.

With a soft sigh he moved to wrap his arms around Yami, hands against his back as he pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. He soaked up the warmth of his boyfriend which did little to fight off the cold of the snow they’d been in for the last hour but he didn’t mind.

Their kiss was cut short though when he felt something solid fall against his leg. He frowned as he moved away and looked down, only to see what was once a large ball of snow in a lump between them.

He looked back at the now headless snowman and opened his mouth to apologise but Yamis loud laughter cut him off.

“It was a little too tall anyway.” Yami said, turning back to him and leaning into his arms again.

“You’re too kind.” He said softly, moving closer to his boyfriend, hands sliding up to rest against his cheeks as their lips met once more.

“Your hands are cold.” Yami complained.

“Yet you’re not moving.” He said.

“I’m not.” Yamis lips pressed back to his.

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To everyone still waiting for a drabble, I'm sorry, they'll be a little late. I caught Covid this week and I've been very very sick. They'll come! I promise <3

#atem #yami #monarchshipping #fanfic #ygo dm

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softstraykidshours · 1 year

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stray kids fic-mas: day 3

pairing: jeongin x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: while visiting your family for the holidays, jeongin discovers something magical.

length: 508

warnings: none

ficmas 2022 masterlist

"wooooooooah," jeongin says in amazement as he stares out the window of the bedroom.

you sleepily roll over, not even realizing he had woken up. you blink your eyes slowly to get adjusted to the light streaming in the room. once you're a little more awake, you glance over to where he stands in the window.

"whatcha looking at, love?" you ask, voice grumbly from sleep.

"all the snow," he replies without even looking away.

you and jeongin are staying at your parent's house for the holidays, and your hometown happens to get a lot more snow than jeongin's. you told him last night before going to bed that there was going to be a snowstorm overnight, but he didn't realize it would mean this much.

you lazily walk over to the window and wrap your arms around him to gaze outside with him. it had snowed easily over 15 inches.

you look up at him, and you can't help but fondly laugh to yourself. he looks like a kid in a candy store with the way his pupils are dilated, and his mouth hangs open in awe at the white landscape outside.

"hey," you nudge him a little bit to get his attention, and he finally looks at you for the first time since you woke up. "how about we eat some breakfast and then we can go outside and play in the snow?"

jeongin's face lights up with a wide grin. "let's do it!"

you swear you've never seen jeongin eat a meal faster in his life. he's so excited to go outside in the snow. he's like a little kid all over again, and it just warms your heart. he's always so stressed from work, so you're thankful that he's actually able to enjoy himself and have fun on this trip.

you both get all bundled up in the appropriate snow gear before making your way outside. the first thing he does is flop down onto the snow. you join him soon after and the next thing you know, you're both making snow angels. you spend the rest of they day teaching him how to make snowmen, having snowball fights, and making snow forts. before you even know, it's starting to get dark outside.

"we should probably go inside, i promised my dad i would help with dinner," you finally say, making your way over to where jeongin is standing in the yard. "plus i'm getting a little chilly, some hot cocoa sounds nice right now."

you wrap you arms around him and stare up at him as he looks down at you, both of your noses have turned a bright shade of red from the cold air.

"did you have fun today?" you ask with a soft smile.

he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose, his warm lips feeling tingly against your cold skin. "i did, thank you so much."

he takes your hand in his as he pulls you inside the house into the warmth.

#jeongin imagines #jeongin x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #jeongin #i.n #stray kids #jeongin fluff #stray kids fluff #gn reader #stray kids ficmas 2022 #jeongin timestamps #stray kids timestamps #timestamps #mine #soft stray kids hours #q: dancing with minho

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friedchickenluver · 6 months

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I feel like it takes a while for the general populous to warm up to Zuko as Firelord and that’s mainly because of the last 100 years + his fathers reign didn’t really do anything to help the situation but he later becomes the people’s firelord and that’s with the help of his wife he drags him to charity events and with the backing of team avatar.

Now, Zuko was raised around politics but there’s a period about 5-10 years within his rule where he staunchly disagrees with his advisors mainly because they’re still brainwashed and under the spell that Ozai started with “restoring the fire nation to its former glory.” He later ends up just starting over and picking a new cabinet making sure to have at least one representative from each nation to chime in for rebuilding efforts.

Let me tell you though Zuko hates celebrations for himself and his achievements but when it’s his wife’s birthday and don’t get me started on their children. It’s like a national holiday the parties for them are magnificent.

As far as how powerful he is? Behind every great man is a far greater woman. A lot of his plans he runs by his wife before taking it to the advisors because she just knows that they’ll peddle him bullshit and depending on the day Zuko will agree so he can leave but she’s here to shut that shit down.

Now I know we joke that Izumi, the twins, and baby boy are spoiled. But I’d like to think that Zuko does take the time to bring them up as humble as possible and that’s thanks to Iroh having a big part of raising him and when they were settled in the earth kingdom for a bit. -🧚🏽‍♀️

HEAVY ON THE STARTING NEW PART . he got fed tf up with those old dudes who cared not about the country, but power and Zuko was like “fuck this shit, these mfs are UNFIXABLE.” (😂) he fired everyone after the first years of his reign because they actually began to like piss him off . Except two, which are my OCs Midjair and Indy, who were both apart of Ozai’s secretary and Zuko ranked them both up to major advisors . At first they were so traumatized from Ozai’s serving time and had some of his ideologies engraved in their head . but eventually they both showed that they were fixable and so Zuko kept them .

He’s so hellbent on making sure everyone has a say in how things run between countries and within the Fire Nation itself . I feel like he would also renovate a good portion of the castle just to make it look less depressing and intimidating .

He absolutely despises his own birthdays, like everyone including his wife will like beg him to allow them to throw a party or something for him . she’s trying to loosen him up some because he’s such a hard ass it’s basically impossible to gesture him into having some type of fun . BUT FOR THEM, oh the whole nation is going to hear about it, you should’ve seen Izumi’s sweet 16, they had to plan it a year in advance because she’s so extra like her mom . Their birthdays or him and his wife’s anniversary will be like week long events the whole country is celebrating, including endless amounts of gifts and cards, etc .

And of course Zuko would have to run down over major decisions he makes with the advisors, because as politics is mainly still a male predominant occupation, he needs an intelligent women’s opinion to make sure all side sound fair and just . And if those men ever try to convince her that her opinion is wrong in any type of way , oh she WILL shut they ass down before they can utter another word . Zuko knows it’s best if you never try his wife like that . LMAO

The kids are definitely spoiled like they just so happened to born in the right family because they get almost any and everything they can ask for . But zuko will always be quick to teach them that life is beyond anything more than material possessions and wants and needs, he will take them on visits to hang out with iroh just so they can get a slice of his wisdom . Because it’s important that they learn all factors of life before they have to guide themselves on their own journey . (🥹)

At the end of the day, Zuko will always be regarded as one of the best looking Firelord history has seen for a while . And even in times of doubt his family will always be quick to reassure him that he’s doing great and they all love him .

#🧚🏽‍♀️ anon #ˋˏ [sistalks] ˎˊ

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The Underappreciated Undead Squad: Clarimonde, Lord Ruthven, and the Family of the Vourdalak

If you’ve been keeping track, you’ll know I’ve been getting sucked into a resurgence of old school bloodsucker literature. Not just with the fun of Dracula Daily—thanks again, Matt Kirkland!—but revisiting some even older vampiric favorites who have been kicking since long before the Count started planning his English holiday. From left to right above, we see Gorcha, patriarch of Aleksey Tolstoy’s, “The Family of the Vourdalak,” (1884), Clarimonde, of Théophile Gautier’s, “La Morte Amoureuse,” (1836), translated into English as ‘Clarimonde’ or, ‘The Dead Woman in Love,’ and Lord Ruthven, of John William Polidori’s, “The Vampyre,” (1819).

I’ve been dropping hefty blurbs about each of them, but I figured a master post was in order. Much as Dracula Daily is/will continue to pick up its pace as autumn ticks along, I know there are folks out there itching for a broader classic vampire fix than just another reread of, “Carmilla.”*

*Who does not get to sit at these guys’ table, considering she has a web series, a movie, and a number of animated cameos (hi, Vampire Hunter D and Castlevania babes), while everyone on this guest list has no mainstream spotlight, period. Sorry, Millie.

Assorted Synopses and Story Links Below!

1. Clarimonde—“La Morte Amoureuse” (Post) (Story PDF)

POV: You’re a newly minted priest doing priest stuff in the middle of Le Bumbfuck Village in Nowhere, France. You fell in love with the hottest party girl in Paris. She dies. She resurrects herself and appears in your room looking like this ^^^ saying she came back to life because she’s into you. She asks if you’re down to run away to Venice with her. Wyd?

Oh, Clarimonde. She’s probably the best way to (un)die you’ll ever meet in classic literature. Gautier wrote her story with all kinds of ribald and religiously risqué (if not damn near blasphemous) joy, and managed to sneak a genuinely heartstring-tugging romance in. She’s probably the first vampiric character to ever be written in a truly sympathetic light, while also being one of few early seductive/bawdy female characters to not be given the ye olde ‘EW NO EVIL POWERFUL LILITH CHARACTER BOOO’ treatment.

2. Lord Ruthven— “The Vampyre” (Post) (Story PDF)

POV: You’re the tenth adulteress tonight to try to get with the sexy stranger who lives to make everyone around him miserable (sexily). All you’ve managed to do is interrupt his game, in which he plans to bankrupt a father of seven, followed by maybe hunting down his innocent daughter to stick a dagger in her for a midnight sip. Oh, you were after a blood sugar daddy? Too bad. Take that thirsty bullshit to Carfax and duke it out with Renfield.

Lord Ruthven is the original undead bastard. His hobby is ruining the lives of good people, driving virtuous girls to madness and/or murdering them for a drink, and collecting fancy bejeweled blades for a little flair with the latter. Our guy is Not Interested in romance as anything other than a performance to get close to a young lady for the purposes of either ruination or slaughter. Nor is he about to churn out any more of his kind willy-nilly. Why bother? Maybe that shit flies for those needy Transylvanian hoarder types, but he prefers to go solo. He seems like a unique polar opposite to most ‘teaching a moral’ monsters—in his story, only the purest of pure mega-good characters suffer. If you’re anything less than saintly—see: horny chicks, folks with personal vices, et cetera—Ruthven either ignores you outright or tosses you some cash to aid your selfish aims. Thanks, man.

3. Gorcha and Kin— “The Family of the Vourdalak” (Post) (Story PDF)

POV: You are a traveler meeting the dead and knowing eyes of Gorcha and his family. This ends one of two ways. Version 1: Gorcha and his family decide they hate you. There is only room for murderous hate or consuming love in their still hearts, as is the condition of the Vourdalak. They will nail your head over the door. Version 2: Gorcha and his family have decided they love you. So much so that they must empty your veins and welcome you into the family. Forever. What’s that, traveler? You’d like to leave before they decide either way? Who said that was an option?

Vampirism and love have always managed to overlap throughout the genre. But the condition of the Vourdalak flavor is especially fixated on it. The gist is that where ordinary vampires will target whoever, whenever, Vourdalaks are driven specifically to drink from their loved ones. Family, friends, lovers. It’s how whole villages have gone underground, with kin and neighbors preying on each other in a warped display of grim thirst and affectionate preservation. On the flip side, those not loved get put down. Messily. It would almost be sweet if things like ‘consent’ or ‘neutrality’ could come into it, but no. You are loved and kept or unloved and slaughtered. The only third option is to run—if they let you.

I really recommend giving all these guys a read. Right now, we’re enjoying a bit of a vampiric/Dracula renaissance. Silly stuff like the What We Do in the Shadows series is going full blast, Castlevania is entering another run, and the Count has a whole slew of movies lined up. While I very much did not care for this year’s, The Invitation, 2023 is due to dish out a fun dark comedic romp called Renfield centered on our favorite inventor of the Victorian small-scale turducken (with Nicholas Cage as Dracula!), and a genuine horror movie offering with, Last Voyage of the Demeter, directed by the same man behind The Autopsy of Jane Doe. Promising stuff!

My fingers are crossed that between all that and the clear popularity of Dracula Daily, we can dust off some other coffins and, maybe, give these older undead characters some overdue love. (At a safe distance.)

#before anyone comes at me about Clarimonde's period inaccurate dress #1) I know.#2) Her introduction has her wearing the most VIVID rainbow palette finery I've ever read. She deserves color!#3) I always mentally tied her with the Psyche myth #the Goddess of Soul with the butterfly motif and a whole story dedicated to love and th breaking of trust #also death and resurrection; so you know--I have my excuses #4) I can't not picture her being a carefree trendsetter hedonist #if she wants her bosom up and bodiced with gold jewels butterflies and ye olde gauzy sparkles all over?#She Will Have It #Ruthven just always struck me as a russet/old bloodstain palette kind of guy so ^^^#Gorcha's tale paints him as corpse-colored and the story takes place in the cold #lots of grays and deep unhealthy blues/silvers seemed right #plus a stylish accessory head #anyway #vampires is fun #and there's more than Dracula and Carmilla to play with in the classic lit #go meet them and get inspired #clarimonde #la morte amoureuse #lord ruthven #the vampyre #gorcha #the family of the vourdalak #dracula #dracula daily #carmilla #reading recs

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The Miracle of Hanukkah

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Written for Hanukkah Bingo hosted by @aimmyarrowshigh and special thanks to @fdelopera to beta reading and answering all my questions

‘So I spoke to our therapist–’

‘Great,’ Marc groans bitterly.

‘Don’t be rude. I spoke to our therapist about maybe celebrating Hanukkah. Birdy, Jake and Jacobito made a comment about not remembering it at all so I think it would be fun if we did something.’

‘No.’

‘No? What do you mean no? It’s Hanukkah, it’s fun! We could even do presents and–’

‘No.’

‘Marc. We talked about this, you can’t just shoot down my ideas for no reason. You need to talk to me.’

‘Presents are for kids, we’re adults. If we want something, we can just buy it,’ he snaps, sounding more irritated with every word. ‘Presents aren’t even traditional, it is an American thing to copy Christmas. What do presents have to do with a candle staying lit for 8 days?’

‘First of all, that’s the overly simplified version of Hanukkah that we tell goys, it’s more than that. Second of all, it’s not a kid thing, it’s part of our culture, and I don’t think it’s very fair that I hold all our good memories. It’s fun and I think we all deserve a little joy. Plus even if it was just a kid thing we have three kids in our system,’ Steven says defensively. Marc could still be a self-serving dickhead, but Steven is ready to fight for the kids. After all the bullshit they have to deal with, they deserve a fun holiday. They all do.

‘Fine. You do what you want. You’re planning it though,’ Marc relents after a minute.

Layla, the wonderful angel she is, is ecstatic over the idea. Apparently, in all their years of marriage, Marc has refused to celebrate any Jewish holiday and insisted he was “content with celebrating” (emphasis on the air quotes) her cultural holidays with her extended family.

It had never felt right with her, telling Steven that part of intercultural marriage is celebrating both sides, not putting one culture above another. But like all “heavy” things, anytime Layla had pushed, Marc shut down. Eventually, she learned to drop it.

No better time than the present to start a new tradition, Steven thinks. If all goes well, Steven hopes that the others will agree to do Tu B'shevat and Purim and so on.

---

“So we just light the candles?” Jake asks out loud despite it clearly being a question for Steven.

‘Yes! And we have to do it before sunset because that's when Shabbat starts. We have to say the Hanukkah blessings and the Shehechiyanu first. I printed it out in roman letters for you, do you want to try to say it with me?’ Jake shakes his head quickly. ‘Why don’t I say it and you can copy me?’ Pressing his lips together and looking down towards his hand, Jake gives an uneasy nod.

Steven sings, pausing after every couple of words so that Jake can copy, slowly reciting each blessing.

“That was my first time speaking Hebrew…” Jake mumbles as he brings the extra candle towards the first candle and then the shamash.

Layla looks on, squinting her eyes. “I’m sure Steven doesn’t mind teaching you,” she says softly.

‘Yeah mate, anytime you want.’

“I don’t know, it's his and Marc things–”

‘Don’t be ridiculous, you’re a part of me, it’s an us thing.’

“I’ll think about it.”

After singing Haneirot Hallalu and Maoz Tzur, Steven pushes Jake to open his present. A metallic blue gift bag with tissue paper peaking out. With shaky hands, he gently tosses the tissue paper aside to reveal his gift.

“It looks like Gatarina,” Jake says softly when he pulls out the sweater from the gift bag. It’s a black sweater with a menorah printed out on the center, with two white cats mirroring each other on either side. ‘Meowzel Tov’ is written just above it, along with a pattern of dreidels and hearts and stars and candles. “Thanks, I love it.”

“Steven put something else in there,” Layla says, giving him a playful wink.

With his lips pressed together, Jake reaches back into the bag to pull out another tiny sweater–much much smaller than the first. A navy blue sweater with a menorah and the phrase ‘Let’s Get Lit’ on it. “For Gatarina!?” Jake's face breaks out into a smile, eyes lighting up, immediately making eye contact with the fluffy kitty who is far more interested in playing with the discarded paper.

After successfully bribing her with cat treats and (gently) wrestling her into the sweater( she loves it, Jake insists), Jake, Gatarina, and Layla group up for a family picture, commemorating their first day of Hanukkah.

---

On the second day of Hanukkah, Birdy wiggles herself to the front as soon as she spots the present wrapped with bird wrapping paper. Birdy and Steven manage to stay co-con and sing the blessings together with minimal difficulties.

‘Your Hebrew is pretty good,’ Steven comments, a bit surprised. She even knew that they had to wait for Shabbat to end and to recite the havdalah blessings first before lighting the Hanukkah flame.

‘Yeah, papi used to celebrate Shabbat with me at the hospital,’ she says with a small voice. Steven doesn’t pry, he would hate to ruin her smile.

Unlike Jake, Birdy has no reservations about opening her gift, tearing straight into it. Birdy doesn’t even say anything when she realizes what it is, mostly just a high pitch squeal of excitement and full-body wiggles as she brings it up to her chest to squeeze it tight—her very own Squishmellow. A bird– of course –a seagull to be precise, eating a handful–sorry, beakful of french fries.

“Aw he’s eating french fries because of Hanukkah. They’re fried in oil. I love him. And look, Steven, his name is also Steve,” Birdy hums.

“Please don’t call him Steve. Jake and Jacobito are enough of a headache…”

---

Daniela, much like Marc, made it very clear to everyone that this whole thing was stupid and refuses to participate. “Gifts are for kids and a distraction from the true meaning,” she claims. “Eight gifts is excessive, mami only did one gift.”

Steven squints, distinctly having memories of dad and himself opening presents in his room, under the cover of nightfall. But Steven knows better than to argue with Daniela, historically it has never ended well for him. The fact that she hadn’t thrown their menorah out the window was enough of a win in his book, and Steven learned early on to count even the smallest of wins.

Daniela fronts that evening, using her time in the body to sulk by the fireplace with Gatarina in her lap and a glass of wine in hand.

As the evening rain hits the window, the menorah stays lifeless and dim. Much like Daniela’s holiday spirit.

Layla comes into the living room after some time, festive store-bought donuts and a gift in hand as a peace offering. She places the donuts on the coffee table and lays Daniela’s present next to her.

“Steven wanted you to have this, he picked it out just for you,” Layla says and Daniela looks away. “Open it? For me?” Layla tries again, pouting her lips and giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes.

Fine, Daniela rolls her eyes before tearing into the gift: a book. A cookbook, Sephardi: Cooking the History.

“A cookbook? Tell Steven I’m not his fucking mom, I’m not going to make him shit just because he buys me a book.”

Dani makes gorditas. Sure it’s already almost nine but they’re European and their sleep schedule is already fucked up. The gorditas are similar to the pupusas Wendy would make, slight variations to the dough and how it’s typically fried, but the idea is there. A shell made out of masa harina and a variety of different fillings. Years may have gone by but memories are etched into her hands. Daniela still remembers what the dough is supposed to feel like, and how to flatten the disc by passing it from one hand to the other. She remembers all the Kashrut laws, even though it’s only Steven, Birdy, and Kid who observe them.

She also remembers sitting at their kitchen table in silence, observing everything. How mami’s hand would get covered in harina, and how the wrinkles in her forehead would set, and all the subtle twitches her mami would make. Dani didn’t help, the risk of upsetting her with anything less than perfection wasn’t worth it. She just rested her head on her arms, careful to not even breathe louder than necessary. She just watched, careful to keep precise notes to carry on the tradition and her legacy.

“Why are you so serious?” Layla asks, looking over the lettuce she was tasked to shred.

“No reason,” Dani mumbles. “Just thinking.”

“Do you want to listen to some music?”

Dani nods.

The gorditas turn out delicious; the crunchy outside with a soft bean and cheese filling: the cool lettuce and sour cream cutting through all the oil for the perfect balance.

After dinner Dani even lets Layla help with making the buñuelos (by help, Layla gets to dust the buñuelos with sugar).

And as they slip their atole and take a nibble on their buñuelos, Dani can’t help but chuckle at all the sugar Layla has on her face, specks of sweet dust all over her mouth and nose. She reaches over, dusting off the sugar on the tip of her nose and kissing her lips gently.

Daniela promises to be less grouchy about it next year.

---

“Kid? Do you want to light the menorah?” Layla asks on the fourth day.

“Yes please!”

“Steven’s not co-con is he? He can’t help you with the blessings?”

“No, but I know how to do them,” Kid smiles softly but sincerely.

‘Hey, Kid. Are we doing presents? Can I open mine too?’ Jacobito sneaks in as soon as Kid finishes singing the Hanukkah songs.

‘Steven says there’s eight of us and eight days of Hanukkah, so we can each open one present every night.’

‘We don’t need to tell Steven everything,’ Jake says slyly.

‘I don’t want to lie to him!’

‘No, not lie. Just don’t tell.’

‘I have an idea, maybe. Why don’t we play dreidel and the winner gets to open the present tonight?’

‘Órale vatito.’

Initially, they were going to play with matchsticks but Ms. Layla quickly came in to confiscate them. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Kid. I don’t trust you and Jacobito with matchsticks and a game.”

They use gelt instead.

Layla offers to spin on Jacobito’s behalf, instead of trying to rapidly switch because that never ends well. Kid divides the chocolate coins into two even piles, going over all the rules with Layla and Jacobito. They spin, adding to the pot, taking half, adding more, taking it all. Jacobito screams in his head like Marc does when he watches sports, as if it would impact the dreidel in any way.

With one coin left, Layla spins the dreidel one more time for Jacobito.

The end game.

The final spin to determine if he was still in the game or if Kid wins the pot (and the opportunity to open his gift).

The dreidel spins, and spins and—

Shin.

“Fuck!!” Jacobito cries forcefully making his way to the front, vaguely hearing Layla say ‘hey!’ in the background. That gives Jacobito an idea. And as an act of protest, Jacobito grabs a handful of gelt coins, roughly half the pot, and stuffs them all into his mouth.

Exasperated, Layla extends her hand, palm facing up, and with great frustration says, “Spit it out.” Like a guilty dog, Jacobito turns his head from side to side, up and down. But as soon as Layla uses her serious eyes , the eyes she usually reserves for Marc when he’s being an ass, Jacobito lowers his eyes and spits all the coins out, covered in slobber.

Layla, predictably makes a face of disgust at his spittal, but still gives Jacoboto a small kiss on the forehead.

‘Jake? If it’s really important to you, you can open your gift. It’s okay with me…’ Kid mumbles.

‘No, you won. It’s not fair…’

Jacobito doesn’t fight when Kid asks for the front, so with his tail between his legs and head hanging heavily, Jacobito leaves to hide from his shame until, “Jacobito? Wanna open my present with me?” Kid asks, his gift bag already in hand.

Jacobito nods.

“Coloring books! And more pencils! Ms. Layla, do you want to color with us? Jake you too?”

Jacobito nods again.

---

‘Of course, you know Hebrew. Is there anything you can’t do?’ Marc groans after watching Mr. Knight perfectly recite the blessings.

“No,” says Mr. Knight in their typical blasé attitude.

Mr. Knight unwinds the ribbon tied around the box to reveal an elegant blue and silver fountain pen with ‘Mr. Knight’ engraved into the barrel. There’s a substantial heft and a nice balance to it.

‘Can it be used as a weapon?’ They ask, twirling the pen in their fingers.

‘Dude.’

‘I’m joking,’ says Mr. Knight, face completely flat. They both know that a pen is a far more deadly weapon than any sword. Rest assured, it could be used as a weapon in case of an emergency, but why waste such a personalized gift for something as trivial as murder?

---

‘You’re not going to say the blessings?’ Daniela asks suspiciously, surprised to find Marc flopped on the couch instead of celebrating.

‘Did you?’

‘Fine. Be an ass, I don’t give a shit,’ She sneers. ‘I didn’t want to do this either. But the kids are having fun so…I had fun. I helped asshole-Jake make empanadas this morning. They’re in the fridge, you just need to fry them. Open your dumb gift and have dinner with your wife y no handes chigando.’

‘I’m only doing this for Steven, and for the kids,’ Marc thinks to himself. They do deserve to be happy after all the shit they’ve had to live with. Nevertheless, it feels impossible. The blessings, the candles, and the present keep distorting into fear and pain and yelling.

Marc’s grown, so why is it still so hard to open a damn present?

‘It used to be fun. As kids. Last time we had a real Hannukah was when we were seven and he was still alive,’ says Marc, telling Daniela what he can’t tell Steven. ‘She was always worse around this time. Seasonal depression, dad would say. I was stuck at home with her all break with nowhere to hide, and dad stayed at work late… I think if she wasn’t under so much pressure from the community she would have canceled all holidays. I remember one year she yelled at dad, going on about how I don’t deserve any gifts. He still gave me some, just made me promise to keep it secret…

‘All behind closed doors, of course. Every year I was still expected to force a smile and pretend to enjoy our sorry excuse for Hanukkah. My dad would set up the tripod and we’d take a happy family picture and pretend like it wasn’t a lie. That my mom wasn’t sitting down because she was too drunk to stand up, or that my sweater wasn’t supposed to be oversized, that it wasn’t just because I was too depressed to eat.’

‘Your childhood sucked…’

‘Prima, we had the same childhood.’

‘Ha. Quit moping and open your damn present.’

The Chosen One, the box says. ‘Oh cool, it’s like Cards Against Humanity,’ Marc tells Daniela who nods along, mildly interested. He flips the box over to find a note stuck on the back with Steven’s handwriting.

‘Happy Hanukkah, Marc. I know you’re going to say something rude, about how we don’t have any friends so this gift is pointless, but I was thinking that we can pick a question card once a day, and anyone who fronts that day can add whatever blue card they think is funny. Love you, mate. Happy Hanukkah.’

---

‘Jaaaaake,’ Birdy whistles, crying out for Jacobito in the inner world. ‘If you don’t come out I’m going to open your present for you~’

‘Nooooo–’ Jacobito yells.

‘Are you done sulking?’

‘I wasn’t sulking,’ he pouts.

‘Then what do you call hiding out and barricading your door in the inner world?’

‘Enrichment time in my enclosure.’

‘You want to front?’ Jacobito doesn’t answer. ‘I bet we put your gift aside and you can open it next time you front?’

‘Isn’t that against the rules? I thought the whole point was to open the present on Hanukkah or else they’re not even Hanukkah presents.’

‘So you do want to front?’ Birdy crips, swaying back and forth. ‘Steven’s not around, I bet we could get away with fried bananas and ice cream for dinner.’

Damnit, Birdy did know all of Jake’s secrets.

Focusing, Jake takes the front. Concentrating on grounding, finding his center, all that hippie-therapist bullshit. Wiggle his toes, wiggle his fingers, name all the types of cars, Courvette, Ferrari Enzo, Shelby Cobra… There we go, grounded . Jake couldn’t feel Birdy anymore but he can always catch her up later.

Jake rips through the blue wrapping paper and–

“No fucking way!” Jake says out loud, instantly recognizing the signature box. He tosses the lid to the side, unboxing his new sneakers. Sneakers! Nike Air Force 1 High By You, with white hightops and soles, and the signature swoosh a royal blue. Jewish colors.

Jake had asked (begged) Steven for a vape, arguing that it was on theme for Hanukkah because of the oil or whatever, but Steven had said that sharing a body with Marc Spector already gave them too many douche points. Marc had a fantasy football league and unironically drank American piss beer, for crying out loud.

Still, Jake never got to be a teenage dirtbag and do all the dumb shit that actual teenagers get to do. It was a stupid request, but Jake wanted it. He wanted to do all the dumb stuff Marc and Steven got to do. Like skip class to take a girl out on a date, or sneak out to go to a party and get drunk. Even now, all Jake can do is play video games and call dudes cringe for sucking ass in Fortnight.

Layla raised her eyebrows. “This doesn’t mean you get to wear them indoors. You’ve still got to take them off when you come in.”

Sure, sure. Whatever. The sneakers couldn’t give him the freedom he really wanted, but it was something. Something cool that made him feel like himself.

---

The sun sets on the Lunar system's first successful Hanukkah. Marc joins Steven to recite the blessings before the two light all the candles.

With her hands behind her back, Layla comes in to kiss their cheek and whisper, “Happy Hanukkah, habibi.”

“Thank you,” Steven smiles, taking the lid off the gift box. He pulls out the item, Layla taking one corner to help reveal the blue plush fleece blanket to its full glory. A blanket with everyone’s name, and ‘Lunar System’ written across the center. Kid, Mr. Knight, Jake, Jacobito, Birdy, Marc, Daniela, Steven, and Layla.

His family.

“Did you pick this?” Steven asks Layla eagerly, in awe of the thought.

“I ordered it, but Marc suggested it.”

“Thank you, Marc,” Steven says out loud as Layla kisses their cheek.

‘Don’t worry about it.’

“After Judah the Maccabee defended the Greeks in battle, the Jews returned to the Temple in Jerusalem and found only one day's worth of pure oil. That oil lasted eight days. A miracle. It should have been extinguished, but it didn’t, it burned on, bright, warm… it stayed alive. Kinda like we did,” Steven says softly to Marc, stroking Layla's arm as her head rests in his lap. She’d fallen asleep before Steven could finish reading her the chapter, but he doesn’t mind.

“The body survived the physical battle against… mom’s abuse–” His voice cracks slightly, the words still taste like tar in his mouth. “And our brain survived the spiritual battle by doing what it needed to do. When it was too hard, it helped us survive. A miracle…”

‘When we were kids, you kept us safe–spiritually. The emotional parts kept us safe physically, but you let us live . Not just survive. You are our light, Steven. Thank you.’

Happy Hanukkah!

#moon knight #hannukah #mk lunar sys #usaigi speaks #hanukkahbingo #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #layla el faouly #marvel #moonknight #moon knight fanfic

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You Only Hurt The Ones You Love (Part 12)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Professor!Bucky Barnes/ Teacher!Bucky Barnes

Series Summary: You fall for your smoking hot literature professor Bucky Barnes (quite literally) what follows you never predicted would happen.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill) and mentions of PTSD because it’s Bucky, SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: 2793

A/N: Please leave me love and reblog this so i get inspired to write more, okay thanks

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

The day of your trip with the family... and now Bucky was slowly approaching. Your dinners with Steve and Peggy became more frequent and the semester was nearly over meaning the holidays were fast approaching. It all felt so exciting, and good, a bit too good.

All you could think and even talk about with Bucky was going away, you thought about him at the beach, how he'll look with a tan, sea salt wet hair, what it will be like being together at the poolside in a hotel... sharing a hotel room, warm evenings. A nice change to the October air of New York, and a nice change to having to hide your relationship there you knew you'd be able to be free.

But before all that could begin you still had one week left. You woke up like most days recently beside Bucky in his bed. Getting ready side by side to go to the same destination except you had to leave separately not even being able to risk getting a coffee together just in case someone from the university saw you two together. You could tell it was affecting Bucky a little more each day, the secrecy, at the start it was fun even a bit sexy to sneak around but the longer you were together the more you wanted to do the things Peggy and Steve got to do, like getting coffee in the morning, holding hands while you walk down the street or even just stealing one of his jumpers to wear that day.

You were sitting in Bucky's lecture, choosing to sit closer to the back where you could zone out a bit more as you were tired from your movie marathon the night before that lasted a bit too long for a school night. Bucky was very obviously also tired today as even though he was drinking his coffee he was not as active or hyper when delivering his lecture, to a point where a student even asked him if he was okay and he simply replied with. "Yes thank you, I'd like to apologise I'm just very sleep deprived today."

"Barnes had a late one last night, who's the lucky gal huh teach?" One of the more annoying students in the class asked receiving some ooo's from the other classmates.

Bucky wasn't feeling too professional today when he entertained the boy by not ignoring the comment "I'll have you know I was busy working marking work, but I seem you wouldn't know as you don't remember to hand in your work on time."

That also got a reaction from the crowd, and one of his more flirty students put her hand up to ask a question "Profesor Barnes, speaking of late nights are you coming to the annual campus Halloween party?"

"I believe faculty staff is forced to go against our will at least for an hour."

"Will you bringing a date?" She chirped making Bucky laugh before making direct eye contact with you for a sit second however it felt like he kept your gaze for minutes as he looked you dead in the eyes before ignoring the question.

"Right, let's get back to work you don't pay tuition to ask me personal question, please save them for... well, never. I'm your teacher not your friend, we're here to learn about academic subject and my attendance of Halloween parties is not that." Bucky continued with his mostly boring lecture with little to no interruptions from then on.

After the lecture you left, throwing a slight glance back and Bucky as he looked at you longingly as you left his classroom. You went on with your day and decided to go get a coffee during your lunch break to make it through the day, while ordering you saw a almost too familiar face waiting for his order, Bucky.

"Two coffees in one day Professor Barnes, are you trying to get a heart attack?"

"Well someone kept me up all night Miss L/N." Bucky shot back immediately with a small smile forming on the edge of his lips. "How's your lectures so far? Have you managed to finish that essay?" He changed the subject.

"It's nearly done, although I do admit I'm excited to have a week off all this school life soon." You added while you both started walking back to campus with your coffees chatting.

"Bucky we can't be doing this." You stopped dead in your tracks half way back to the campus.

"What do you mean doll?" He said, lowering his voice and almost whispering the word doll.

"This? Us, grabbing coffee, laughing walking back to class. What if people see us."

"F/N, it's completely normal for students to run into their professors on their way back from the closest coffee shop to campus."

"And laugh and talk like we do?"

"We haven't said anything wrong." His face almost dropped.

"That doesn't matter what if people start talking."

"Because a teacher and student who know each other have a conversation on their way back to campus? God forbid" Bucky retaliate with a more annoyed tone.

"You know that's not what I mean."

"Do I Y/N? Or are you blowing things out of proportion. We're not at a romantic dinner, we don't even go on walks together just in case someone sees, I can't take you to a bar or dancing. We hide away in dark cinemas two seats apart but no what if someone sees us walking back to campus from the closest coffee shop." He was whispering but it almost sounded like he was shouting.

"Bucky." Your voice broke saying his name.

"No. Because if I can't come back with you from a coffee shop we bumped into each other at then what can I do? Hide away in hospitals when you're hurt? Live in your fucking shadow hoping one day I could get a fucking morning coffee with you?" He looked defeated and you had no words. "I'll see you tomorrow in class Miss L/N, I wish you a very pleasant day." He said walking away in a opposite direction to the campus.

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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Hey, I think this is where I do this and I believe I did everything I was supposed to! I've never done this before. Feels almost rude lol.

Can I request a level 6 ship for House of the Dragon, Grishaverse, and Stranger Things? I may come back for more lol.

About me!

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: straight but wouldn't kick Gal Gadot out of bed lol

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

MBTI: INFJ/P

Zodiac: Scorpio sun, Scorpio moon, Pieces rising

Moral alignment: probably chaotic good

Looks: short, hourglass-ish figure, busty, sharp nose, blue eyes, pale skin, blonde hair just past my shoulders (a lot of people ask if it's my natural color so...I guess it's pretty?), my friend says I have elegant hands

Hobbies: reading, writing, horseback riding, belly dancing, traveling, photography, d & d if my group can ever get things organized, drawing, knitting very badly.

Likes: dogs, horses, bears, bats, tea, wine, books, caramel, pasta, classic rock, guitars, Impressionist art, Bach's cello suites (preferably played by Yo Yo Ma), comforting cartoons, old sweaters, bookshops and libraries, swimming in lakes, classic muscle cars, London, feathers, obsidian, red, blue, protest rallies, old shows like MASH and the Golden Girls, kids.

Dislikes: math, conservatives of any kind, bigots, not being able to protect the people I love, panic attacks, depression, cancer, people who mistreat animals and children.

Personality: I'm self-deprecating and have low, LOW self-esteem for sure. I've got a fun sense of humor. I'm pretty intelligent. I'm very protective of the people I love, ride or die for sure. Would help you hide a body 100%. I'm very passionate and want to help people. I'm good with kids but don't know if I'd ever have any of my own. Will abandon everything I'm doing to go pet a dog. I have anxiety and depression. Am healing from personal trauma. Learning how to love myself the same way I love my family and friends. I am an anxious apologizer. I love and feel very, very deeply.

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! Thank you! You rock!

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

You're not being rude at all! You did everything right and it's an honest exchange. I hope you enjoy the ships, and have a happy holiday! P.s. you can absolutely come back for more!

Also when you said you have low self esteem, honey I completely understand you. I had such low self-esteem for such a long time, and I still do. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm right here. I hope you know how worthy you are of life and of love. self-esteem

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐴𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛! He would help you come into your own person. Help you develop yourself in all areas; hobbies, skills, personality etc. I think he would be a mentor, friend and lover.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He didn’t want to do it. But Alicent insisted. You were a dragonseed, who had claimed Silverwing, and Alicent wanted you on the side of the greens, rather than the blacks.

・Not really enemies to lovers. More reluctant to be in each other’s presence. But over time little slips of information would tumble from the both of you. And you started to like each other ... to care.

・So your friendship grew, and it grew and grew until you had beat him in training and he smirked as the knife was at his throat.

・Likes to lay next to you and watch the stars. You’d both mount your dragons and fly to a lonely hill and stay there overnight.

・Hearing your laugh is the best noise in the world to Aemond

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

We Know What You Whisper by Ludwig Goransson

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ✧ He Looks Dangerous But Is Actually Soft x You Look Soft, But Are Actually Dangerous ✧ Both Wary of Love & Don’t Think This Can Be Real ✧ Bully Turned Puppy Lover

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆: ✧ Forced To Teach As Punishment

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Your honesty, authenticity and ride-or-die attitude. The way you stay with the people you care about, ready to fight for them whenever they need it.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Would be Laena and Rhaenyra. You three would have so much fun together. You'd be known throughout Westeros as the three devils or something. Your adventures would be told throughout the cities, and you'd never get into trouble because you're rolling with the two most powerful daughters in all of the Seven Kingdoms.

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: You remind of Rhaenyra so much! You seem like such a cool, down-to-earth person. Very genuine and authentic. There's something about you, just this energy - do you have some Aries, Sagittarius or Capricorn in your zodiac chart?

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

You're bonded to the dragon Silverwing. She was the mount of the great Queen Alysanne (the wife King Jahaerys) who was the grandparents of Viserys, Daemon and Rhaenys II. Queen Alysanne brought about a lot of good change for the women in Westeros - she asked the female citizens to join her in a meeting and would regularly ask for their opinion on their troubles.

Silverwing is also the mate of Vermithor, the mount of King Jahaerys.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐸𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛! I think he would be such a hoot. Every time you hang out he makes you laugh and forget about your troubles. He really boosts your confidence and is absolutely astonished when you talk about your self-esteem. He thinks you are absolutely beautiful.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You live in the same trailer park that Eddie and Max live in. You probably joined the Hellfire Club when your mum said you HAD to do an extracurricular activity at school.

・He intimidated you at first but you didn’t let it show. That’s what drew you to him. And then he realised you lived only a few trailers from each other (you already knew since you had a crush on him for years but he never noticed you before).

・Makes mixtapes for you and labels them as memories you’ve shared together

・Loves when you show interest in Lord of the Rings - he literally talks your ear off. But he’s so grateful that you care

・Asks you the most random questions because he wants to know everything about you. And you know what? He memorises all your answers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Bilbo's Song by Howard Shore

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ✧ Unhinged (Eddie) x Partially Hinged (You) ✧ Emotional Support Animal In Human Form ✧ Dumbass (Eddie) x Oh God That’s My Dumbass (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆: ✧ Secret Admirer

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: That you don't judge him, or anyone else for being 'weird'. You let people live their truths and listen when they need an ear or a shoulder to cry on.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Is Robin Buckley! You love it when she's passionate about something and wants to show you. She feels like a sister too. Someone who will always be on your side.

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: A mixture of El, Will and Robin. Very intellectual, and can see the world through different perspectives. But you can be quiet until you're comfortable.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

You found him wandering around the trailer park. He didn't have a name tag but was especially friendly. A bit thin but a wagging tail, you couldn't help but take him home with you (he was more than happy to come, he literally just followed you)

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔! I hate when the protagonist goes with the ‘good guy’, when the evil option is RIGHT THERE! The Darkling would never save the world over you. He would burn everything to the ground to save you. You’re his ride or die. He would never give you up.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Touches your cheek so gently, looking into your eyes like you can’t be real. But you are. And you love him, no matter what.

・Calls you his world, his life, his heart. You are apart of him and he’s apart of you. You were meant to be together.

・Knew you were the one when you weren’t scared of his powers, his shadows. You were intrigued, excited. You didn’t want him as an amplifier like everyone else. You wanted him ... for him.

・His mother likes that her son has someone who loves him so fiercely. But she knows that his plan for the world will come true with you by his side. So she’s very conflicted.

・As a Grisha yourself, you’ve been trained by the very best. He made sure of it.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Return of the Lion by Harry Gregson-Williams

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ✧ The Moon and His Star ✧ Curious and Wide-Eyed (You) x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute (The Darkling) ✧ “We’re Going To Rule The World Together”

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆: ✧ Destiny

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Your loyalty. The way you won't give up on people, even if they seem too far gone. Your all-in attitude. He just loves it about you, because he has the same energy. You don't have to worry if 'you're too much', because he loves it. All of it. All of you.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Would definitely be Genya Safin! You two would bond over feeling like outsiders. She would tailor on you different hair colours or make up looks. And there would be a moment where you would come crying to her, asking her to change the way you look and she would. But show you in the mirror and say:

"I can change everything about your appearance. Every. Goddamn. Thing. But it doesn't change what's in here" and she would point at your heart. Because there's no one else like you, and there never will be. You have so much power and likeability that you don't even see.

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: Alina and Inej. Although you have low self-esteem, you have a genuine aura about you. Before people meet you, I bet they're really intimidated by you, but once they spend time with you they realise how amazing you really are.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

A very smart and reliable Raven. She always brings you messages from the Darkling when you’re apart and somehow understands you. She’s a beautiful thing with a good heart that can pick up your spirits.

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