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[chasingblue57]

This is a very good point as well.

You know, reading this post and the replies has made me think about what terms of endearment I’ve used in fics, and I’m pretty sure any of the ones I’ve used are ones I use in my actual relationship. Which I wasn’t in when I did the bulk of my writing.... so now I wonder if my own preferences and personality influenced my stories or if what I wrote in my stories influenced how I treat my fiancé.....

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[chasingblue57]

a good mood

notes | Took my kiddos to hockey game tonight, so just a short piece because it’s after 1 am and I need bed. Teacher au piece because well, teacher au :)

title | a good mood

"You need to go to bed," Barry grumbles, voice thick as he turns over beside her, his bleary blinking just barely visible in the low light of her computer screen.

"I'm sorry," she whispers (pointlessly, he's obviously already awake), feeling guilty that her screen light and clicking keys are keeping him up. She pauses in the middle of an essay to look over at him: he has bags under his eyes, his hair is all mussed up from tossing and turning and his mouth is pulled into a tiny, tangled frown. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Barry coughs out a laugh as he tugs himself upright, head shaking a little perplexedly as he does so. "I don't care about that," although he does a little, if he's going to be honest. That concern pales in comparison to his concern for her though and thus is not worth mentioning. A quick over the shoulder glance tells him it's nearly eleven pm and, given Caitlin gets up at a little after four each day to get ready for work, she's not going to be getting nearly enough sleep as it is, let alone if she keeps working any longer. "I do, however, care about you."

He pauses meaningfully and Caitlin does smile, realizing where he's going with this. "I just wanted to get these essays finished."

She hates being behind and he usually finds that ridiculously endearing but the cute factor wears down decidedly after about ten pm. "You need to sleep Cait," he tries for soft, but her gaze is already wandering back to her computer as her lower lip finds a home between her teeth and a sigh begins to build in the back of her throat. Barry shakes his head immediately, sitting up a little further. "Seriously: the kids will be a lot happier tomorrow if you go to bed now."

They like to joke that they can tell when Miss Snow's stayed up too late because she's more strict then usual ("I set clear expectations.") when she's cranky ("Somedays they're just incredibly and disproportionately immature.") because she's tired. "And you'll be happier too."

She can't really argue with that so she smiles and obediently closes her laptop. Barry's right and she has been pretty exhausted lately, the end of year chaos catching up with her. "Okay, okay, you win Mr. Allen, time for bed." He watches pointedly as she transfers her device to the nightstand, settling it onto the shelf as she plugs in her phone and clicks off the tiny little light there, shuffling down under the covers just as Barry does the same. She waits a second for him to settle, then slides against his chest with a yawn that she knows causes a very smug smile to stretch across his face. "Don't even say it."

He doesn't, but he can feel her grin against his chest when he hums a little at the action and her warning. Just a second later, she's laughing against him and he's chuckling along with, tugging her a little bit closer as they snuggle in for a good night's sleep.

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The next morning she strides into her classroom feeling more well-rested then she'd expected, with her coffee in one hand and her school bag in another. When first hour starts trickling in fifteen minutes later, slowly finding their seats, she decides to throw on some music, her bluetooth connecting as she glides about the room, setting up copies and tidying up piles of return work.

It isn't until one of her juniors comes in, a minute early as she's updating the assignment boards and learning targets, that she realizes she's been humming along with whatever song's playing from the speakers.

"You're in a good mood Miss Snow," the young man observes, grinning as he drops into his seat, book bag on his right side and his legs kicked out to the left.

"Amazing what going to bed at a decent hour will do for you Tyler," she replies back, barely glancing over his shoulder.

[chasingblue57]

fake right & break left

notes | So today in Blue uses pieces of her life to shamelessly plot out better alternative endings for characters in fanfic.... (also known as, teacher au piece, this time involving Barry & Caitlin at a basketball game).

title | fake right & break left

"Okay, so why is he getting fouled?"

Barry glances over, beaming at the tangled knit of Caitlin's brow, her gaze focused on the gym floor where one of her seniors is lining up for a free throw. If she notices his attention, she doesn't comment, just frowns a little and tracks the basketball as it bounces off the rim and back towards the gaggle of players all trying to get possession of it.

"Number 33," he starts, watching with amusement as her attention flickers towards said player on the other team, "was definitely holding, which isn't allowed. So it's a foul on him, which meant Nate got to shoot a free throw."

Her nod is distracted and he's 99% sure she didn't understand a single word he just said, but he keeps grinning anyway as he turns back to the game himself, head shaking a little at her.

Barry's never been great at sports, but Joe always liked basketball and would take them to games growing up, so he knows it pretty well. Certainly well enough to be able to understand what's going on when they go to games at school. Tonight's the faculty appreciation game, so there's a whole group of them tucked together on one set of bleachers, but for all there are other people she could be asking, Caitlin's pressed close to his side, leaning in even closer every now and then when something happens she can't puzzle out herself.

He's probably going to need to start suggesting they come to more games, because between proximity and the adorable way she gets just as into cheering as any of the students or parents, he can't really think of better way to spend his Friday nights.

It's probably a good thing Cisco's chaperoning a field trip with his robotics team, because there's not way he wouldn't give him hell for this.

"Okay," she chimes in again, shifting so she can talk into his ear over the noise of the rest of the audience, "that was traveling right?"

"Yeah, too many steps without dribbling."

Her face lights up at being right and there are definitely a lot more sporting events in his future (which isn't really a bad thing; he's got a lot of varsity players in his classes and the kids love when teachers show up to games and talk about them during class, but he's totally not thinking about this in terms of being a better teacher).

The rest of the game continues much the same, Barry watching the court and Caitlin is roughly equal amounts, trying to stave off his laughter when she starts heckling one of the refs alongside a parent when one of her best AP Biology students gets hurt in what is definitely an actual accident. Their kids end up losing, but it's close enough to be content with a well earned loss and they both hang back to tell a few of the boys as much, which seems to please the kids themselves.

Once the gym is mostly cleared, they walk lazily toward the back of the building, chatting about weekend plans and whether or not they're going to drag themselves into school to do any grading before Monday.

It takes some effort to hide his disappointment when they actually make it to their cars, but it gets a little easier when Caitlin smiles at him. "This was a lot of fun, thanks for explaining sports to me."

He's totally gone, his kids are definitely going to start noticing. "Anytime."

Caitlin ducks her head on a softer smile, looks up through her lashes as she suggests, "Maybe the girls game next Tuesday? Sadie's been asking when I'm going to come watch her play."

there's a good chance he looks like an idiot, not quite learning against the side of his car, in the middle of the mostly empty faculty lot but he doesn't really care. "You want to grab dinner first?"

"Sure."

He's going to make this happen. Maybe.

i am so sorry for that high school musical title credit (Getcha Head in the Game). Didn’t actually listen to it, but it seemed to fit :)

Also, standard disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, I don't profit from the fic, except in the joy of knowing someone likes it.

[chasingblue57]

it’s been a long shift

notes | I am going to make this ship a thing, I am determined. Even if it means I start with little snippets and just wait for someone else to like the thing and write the thing and blog the thing and gif the thing too. It’s going to happen. This, by the by, is an episode tag to Sleight of Hand.

title | it’s been a long shift

Mario sees her, sitting in one of the patient conference rooms, staring at her phone and he knows, just like that, that she's going to call the cop's wife. It stops him for a moment, watching her wait and waver, and his hand is halfway to the door handle when she starts to dial, shoulders set and the corner of her mouth that he can see settled into a firm line.

He smiles to himself, watches her take a deep, resolved breath and then heads to the locker room to change.

It takes a good ten minutes for her to appear in the hallway, eyes distinctly red and looking a lot more exhausted than she had watching Johnny's magic trick an hour ago. She doesn't even notice him right away, leaned next to the door, but when she does she manages half a puzzled smile, which he takes as a good sign.

"You wanna grab a drink?"

Noa’s laugh is a little thin, but it's definitely genuinely amused. "It's 10 am."

He shrugs, one brow raised in challenge, dark gaze assessing as it sweeps across her. "It's been a long shift."

This time she's the one assessing, as if looking for something important around the corner of his one sided smirk. Whatever she's trying to discover, she must find it because her eyes roll and her smile widens and warms. "Give me ten minutes?"

"Sure, meet you out here?"

He's got coffee and some vending machine muffins waiting when she comes out and when she fixes him with a curious quirk of her brow, he just laughs. "Can't drink on an empty stomach," before tossing her the chocolate chip muffin and leading the way out.