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Teacher!Reader x Melissa Schemmenti Would Include (Part I)

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I will most likely be doing a part two bc I feel like there's a lot to explore here

Teacher!Reader x Melissa Schemmenti Would Include

Melissa Schemmenti is always tough on the new teachers, and you were no exception.

But she did want you to stick around.

So maybe she didn't bet too much against you sticking around with the other teachers.

And maybe she would try a little harder to remember your name

And maybe she'd smile at you when both of you are standing at your doors down the hall from each other.

Melissa doesn't even make it until winter break with the tough act with you.

By mid-September, she's ensuring that there's always fresh coffee in the pot by the time you arrive in the morning, rather than letting you have the lukewarm stuff that's usually there by the time you reach the break room.

Some days, she even has it ready in a mug for you when you're later than usual.

"Here," she says, handing you a cup of coffee as you sit down in your usual spot beside her in the teacher's lounge.

She had offered you a spot at her and Barb's table by early September.

And by mid-October, she's bringing you leftovers for lunch in a little container with your name written on it.

One morning, when Melissa is putting the container labeled with your name in the fridge, Barbara makes a comment and has a knowing smile on her face.

"You sure seem to have a lot of leftovers these days."

Melissa shrugs, feigning indifference.

Barbara sees right through her act, but decides not to push

She gives Melissa a look when she notices the faintest blush on Melissa's cheeks when you comment on how Melissa always makes the best food.

One day, Melissa brings your favorite leftovers, and you love it so much that when you get up to leave, you place a kiss on her cheek and tell her, "I think you might be the best chef in Philly, Mel."

And as you're walking away, Melissa's cheeks turn as bright as her flaming locks.

And you might have known exactly what you were doing, smirking when you hear Melissa snap at Janine and Jacob, who are giggling at how much of an effect you have on Abbott's toughest teacher, "Not a word, you two!"

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Butch!Cowboy!Agatha x Rio WIP

“I still don’t understand why you need to rent out that old guest house,” Agatha huffs, plopping down into her seat at the large, old wooden kitchen table and hanging her hat on the empty chair beside her. She had spent a good portion of yesterday afternoon fixing the shutters and porch steps of the old house beside hers, instead of the dozens of other chores she could have been doing. “And why do I have to deal with a new neighbor?”

Lilia sits down across from Agatha and puts down two plates of food, one much larger than the other, for the rancher across from her. Every morning, before Agatha heads out to begin her workday and Lilia gets ready to drive an hour into town to open her store for the day, the two women eat breakfast in the main house on the property where Lilia lives at the crack of dawn.

“It’s just sitting there. Might as well be of some use,” Lilia shrugs. “We already have someone who booked it out for two months.”

Agatha raises an eyebrow skeptically over her steaming cup of coffee, “You’re telling me someone booked that old shack out for a whole two months?”

“It is not a shack, and I think they said something about wanting to help out on the ranch for some research thing, but it doesn’t matter.” She pushes the plate full of breakfast towards the other woman, “Now eat and get to work.”

Agatha rolls her eyes at the older woman, but complies. Cows aren’t going to feed themselves.

After breakfast is over, the two part ways for the day. Lilia continues getting ready for the day, while Agatha heads out the door, clad in denim and flannel, as the sun rises over the distant ridge.

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"I breathe life into dead campaigns, and, Harkness, whether you like it or not, yours is on course to be dead on arrival come election day."

The smirk on Rio's face made Agatha seeth. She did not want the insufferable woman anywhere near her campaign, but deep down, she knew that Rio was right. The numbers were close - too close. She and her campaign needed to make a change in their strategy if they wanted to make it to November.

"Fine, but I approve all final decisions. It is still my name on the campaign at the end of the day."

Rio's smirk grew as she could tell just how much Agatha hated needing her help.

"Deal."

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agatha All Along (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal, Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal Characters: Agatha Harkness, Rio Vidal, Jennifer Kale, Señor Scratchy (Marvel) Additional Tags: Mentioned Wanda Maximoff, winter vibes, Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary:

Prompt: The first snowfall of the year brings an unexpected visitor.

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Rio is housesitting for her friend Jen, and the power went out, so Jen told her to try reaching out to her neighbor, Agatha.

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i still remember the first fall of snow

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prompt: The first snowfall of the year brings an unexpected visitor.

words: 1.7k

non magic au

warnings: n/a

big thank you to admin lily for helping me edit this <3 - admin cam

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Instead of the first snowfall of the year being a light dusting as it usually was in the small town of Westview, this year, the first snowfall was more like a full-scale blizzard. Every business was closed as the roads began freezing up by the early evening hours, and snow was piling up outside. None of this bothered Agatha, though. She had already planned to stay in all weekend and avoid all of the cheerful holiday shoppers before news of the impending snowstorm even broke.

Yes, tonight was going to be her night of isolation and relaxation. Her fireplace is roaring in front of her, her cat, Scratchy, is sleeping peacefully in her lap, and a cup of tea is waiting for her on the coffee table. All that was left was for her to open the novel she had been hoping to finally get through. She picks up the book, takes the bookmark out, and – 

A knock on her door cuts through the sound of the fireplace crackling.

Agatha sighs, placing her bookmark back in its place. She wonders who the hell would be knocking on her door in the middle of a snowstorm. 

She looks down at Scratchy, who hasn’t moved from his place in her lap. 

“Are you expecting someone?” She asks sarcastically to the cat, who remains anything but amused, glaring at her as she shifts so he has to leave his spot.

The person knocks again.

“What could you possibly want?” Agatha asks as she swings open the door, revealing a brunette woman she has never seen around Westview before.

The woman looks up at the sudden aggressive opening of the door in front of her, “Hi, I’m Rio.”

She adds a little wave to her greeting.

“What do you want?” Agatha asks, her tone unamused.

“Well, you see, I’m house-sitting for your neighbor Jen from across the street, and the power went out, so she told me I should try to see if I could hang with you until they get the power back.”

Jen. Of course, she offered up Agatha and her house to assist her attractive friend.

The woman had been trying to set her up with one of her friends for months, claiming that it was “not right for someone hot like her to spend this much time alone.” Agatha disagreed. Why should she hang out with other people when she could have all of the peace and quiet she wanted alone?

Agatha looks behind the woman at Jen’s house to make sure the power is actually out. Unfortunately, all of the lights do appear to be off.

“She doesn’t have a generator or anything?”

Rio shakes her head, “Nope.”

Of course, she didn’t.

“Why should I let a stranger into my home?” Agatha asks, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at the brunette in front of her, “Jen didn’t offer up Wanda’s house?”

“Apparently, she’s out of town, so that just leaves you, and you wouldn’t want your neighbor’s friend to freeze to death on your watch, would you?”

“You are not my responsibility.”

“I’ll leave a note saying I reached out to the mean hot lady across the street, and she left me out to die in the snow,” Rio jokes.

“Fine, wouldn’t want the police poking around in my life because of Jen’s lack of a generator.”

And with that Agatha lets the woman in the house.

At least this Rio character was quite attractive and funny, though Agatha would not admit this to the stranger.

“Leave your shoes by the door,” Agatha says, walking off to take her spot back on the couch.

Rio does as she is told and hangs her coat and hat up on the coat rack by the door. Agatha glances over at the woman, watching as she looks around Agatha’s home and ends up walking over to the fireplace to warm her hands up from the bone-chilling cold outside.

“No husband or kids?” Rio asks Agatha after a few moments of silence as she notices the lack of personal photos on the fireplace mantel. Instead, there are trinkets and art prints where one might proudly show off their loved ones.

“Are you always this nosey when you come into other people’s homes?” 

Rio shrugs in response.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t have a husband or kids,” Agatha says and tries to go back to her book.

“Wife?”

Agatha’s gaze travels up and down Rio’s figure, taking in the other woman’s appearance before finally giving her a short answer, “No.”

She watches as Rio takes the information in, seemingly pleased that the “hot neighbor” is single, and a little part of Agatha can’t help but like this attractive stranger invading her space for the evening.

Rio continues looking around the living room while Agatha tries to focus on the novel in front of her. But the way Rio looks through her stuff, taking it all in like she’s trying to look for clues on who Agatha is, keeps distracting her. It’s like she’s watching a human sponge soak up all the little bits of information she can, and Agatha isn’t quite sure what to make of it.

“Are you going to stand there all night?” Agatha asks, raising an eyebrow

This catches the other woman off guard, not expecting Agatha to be looking at her so intently. Agatha’s gaze causes a slight blush to bloom on Rio’s cheeks. Agatha immediately notices this.

Rio finally - thankfully - sits down on the other end of Agatha’s couch after she shifts to make room for the other woman. Scratchy, being the traitor that he is, leaves his spot on Agatha’s lap to inspect this new person in his space.

“Scratchy,” Agatha says, already anticipating Rio’s question before she even asks it. To Agatha’s surprise, the cat curls up beside Rio, and Agatha questions whether that cat really has any sense of loyalty at all.

Rio scratches under the cat's chin, and Scratchy begins to pur audibly, causing Rio to smile. Agatha doesn’t want to admit it, but the moment did warm her heart just a bit. Agatha goes back to her book, however she feels Rio’s eyes still on her.

“What now?” Agatha asks, her eyes irritatingly glancing over to meet the other woman’s gaze once again.

Rio shrugs, “Nothing.” 

It’s odd for Agatha to have someone in her space. She can’t remember the last time she had anyone over, especially sitting this close to her on her couch. Rio’s closeness has her even questioning whether her couch has always felt this small.

As she tries again to read the same paragraph she’s been working on since Rio sat down, she can’t help but notice how from this distance, she can smell the slight woodsy scent coming from Rio as the woman shifts slightly closer to pet her cat.

When Rio adjusts again on the couch, her knee brushes Agatha’s and then stays there as the woman gets situated again. At first, Agatha bristles at the touch but eventually relaxes at the feeling. 

“Are you sure you didn’t just come here because you somehow found out I have a cat?”

Rio chuckles, “Maybe, but then again, I did hear the cat’s owner is pretty attractive, so that’s an added bonus.”

Rio sees right through Agatha’s attempt at remaining indifferent to her remark as Agatha shakes her head at the woman’s boldness and finds herself even fighting back a smile.

“Attractive, huh?” Agatha responds, regaining her composure.

A smirk grows on Rio’s face as she leans back to take the other woman in before asking playfully, “You’re not great at taking compliments, are you?”

Agatha scoffs, “I take compliments just fine, thank you very much. I just don’t see the need for an unsolicited one.”

“This one isn't completely unsolicited. Jen may have mentioned that her neighbor Agatha is ‘mean, hot, and in need of good company’ when I asked her what to do about the power outage.”

 “Why does that not surprise me?” Agatha responds with an eye roll before adding, “Well, Jennifer Kale talks too much for her own good.”

“So far, I’m finding that at least two out of three of those things are true,” Rio glances down at the cat that has now fallen asleep in her lap, “Though I think Scratchy provides great company, so I don’t know where she got that last idea.”

The silence lingers between them once again. After a couple of minutes, Agatha can even turn the page of her novel for the first time since Rio knocked on her door. Rio, on the other end of the couch, isn’t as still as Agatha. Instead, she goes from paying all of her attention to the cat in her lap to looking around the living room from her spot on the couch.

The silence doesn’t last forever as Rio finally breaks it with a quip, “So, does the ‘mean hot neighbor’ let people sleep on her couch, or do I need to prove myself first?”

“Do I even want to know what proving yourself entails?”

“Well, you see,” Rio says, smirking again at Agatha, “I happen to be known for making a mean hot chocolate.”

 “Are you seven years old?”

Rio feigns offense at Agatha’s quip, “Excuse you, people of all ages can enjoy hot chocolate, but my recipe happens to include liquor.”

“Of course it does,” Agatha laughs, and Rio smiles at the sound.

“I’m not hearing a no.”

And Agatha never gave her one. Instead, she gives up on her book, places it down on the coffee table for the final time, and leads Rio into her kitchen.

Rio’s smile affects Agatha in ways she hasn’t felt in a long time. This stranger who found her way into her home one winter night managed to chip away at all the barriers she has up in record time, and now she’s letting the woman wreck her perfectly organized kitchen to make a beverage she’s pretty sure she hasn’t drank in at least two decades.

As Agatha watches the scene unfold before her, she finds herself welcoming in the change that came in with the first fall of snow.

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It’s the second snowstorm of the winter when the power goes out at the Harkness residence. Agatha is standing, looking out the window while Rio is trying to start a fire in the living room’s large fireplace when she notices something. There, in plain sight, was a generator sitting outside Jennifer Kale’s house.

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if you guys are into agathario content, I'm posting a one shot on my other blog tomorrow night! :)

agathario wintery one shot is coming tomorrow night, so stay tuned! - admin cam

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Hi! Is there any chance you can write frm reader x Camille L'espanaye from the fallen house of usher?

I'm sorry, but I haven't seen that show (yet)! I may add that character eventually, though!

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Headcanon being Violet and Tate's newborn daughter? Please

I'm sorry, but I don't write for these characters!

Here is a list of the characters I write for on this blog and here is the list for my other blog.

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Paris: Hey, Gilmore, did you do last night's homework? Rory: What, no? We had homework? Oh my God! I didn't do the homework! Paris: *smirks* Ha, just kidding, I just wanted to freak you out. Rory: *pouts* You're cruel, Geller.

Source: inspired by @otp-prompts-for-you 's post here

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Paris: Hey, about that love letter you sent me- Y/N: *blushes* What are your thoughts? Paris: The fourth sentence- Y/N: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Paris: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

Source: unknown

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Cordelia: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Misty: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Cordelia: … Cordelia: You mean ring bearER, right? Misty: … Cordelia: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Source: How I Met Your Mother

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Rory: Grandma isn't talking to me.

Lorelai: Enjoy it while it lasts.

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Robin: *Holds a sign that says "Prom?" outside Nancy's window*

Steve: OH my God, Yes!

Robin: *Yelling up* No, tell Nancy!

Steve: Nancy! I'm going to prom with your lover!

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Rory: Paris, you love me, right?

Paris: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

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Alternatively

Lorelai: Luke, you love me, right?

Luke: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

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Cordelia: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Misty: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Cordelia: That one. I want that one.

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Omg friendddd! I thought i lost you i couldn't find your blog i got so scared 😭😭😭

Hi 🙈

I'm here! I'm glad you found me! I hope you're doing well, friend!

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Lorelai: Listen, in the wild wild west there is always a woman in the saloon and nobody messes with her even though they all have guns.

Luke: That's because she's a prostitute.