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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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|| Drunk in Love ||

Matt Murdock x gn! Reader

Tags/warnings: drinking, vomiting, fluff. M. 😁

A/n: I hate tequila! Like all writers I very much appreciate comments and reblogs if you've enjoyed it!

He hears you stumbling up the stairs giggling to yourself as you try and ultimately fail to be quiet and stealthy. It's late. The key scrapes against the baseplate as you miss the lock the first couple of times you attempt to get the door open. Matt gets up to open it for you but somehow you manage and he catches you in his arms just as you fall through it.

You've been out all night with Karen while he and Foggy had been working in the apartment getting everything ready for their next day in court. It had been a long while since Foggy had said g'night and left to go get some sleep.

"Mmmm, Matty! I'm home!"

He can smell the liquor strong on your breath as you throw your arms around him and plant a smacker of a kiss on his cheek. He can't help laughing a little as he half-carries you to the couch and sits you down, going to the kitchen to grab you a big glass of water.

"You have a good night?" He asks you.

"Oh hell yeah! Karen is soooooo nice and soooo much fun, y'know? We just talked and laughed for hours, didn't realise what time it was till Josie was kicking us out!" You were gradually sliding sideways on the couch close to tipping over until Matt set you back upright.

"I'm glad you had a great time, now you gotta drink this water for me."

You bat his hand away. "Don't wanna. M'fine, had loads to drink!"

Matt smiles patiently. "Uhuh, I know you did sweetie, that's why you should drink this. C'mon now." He raises the glass to your lips and you reluctantly take a small sip.

He hands you the glass and you take it then clumsily try to put it down on the table and end up knocking it over.

"Oops!" You giggle, slumping back in the cushions.

"It's okay, I'll get you some more in a minute. Let's get your shoes off."

"You're such a good man, Matt," you tell him as he removes your shoes, words slurring slightly as you tug him by his t-shirt once he's finished to sit down next to you. "You always take such good care of me, don't you baby? I'm very lucky…"

"Okay, okay." He gently diverts your wandering hands as you gaze at him with half lidded eyes.

"Mmm very lucky… you're soooo handsome Matty," you drawl, unsuccessfully trying to pull his shirt off, "so sexy… I was telling Karen how sexy you are, you're like a- a Greek god."

Matt just chuckles, trying to distract you with a soft kiss to your forehead but you seemingly have other plans.

You whine at him and he smiles back, holding your wrists gently in his hands as you try your damnedest to pull his sweatpants down.

"C'mon Matty, I wanna fuck. What's wrong, do you not find me attractive?" You try to wriggle out of his grasp but it's no use.

"I do, you're very attractive sweetheart, and also very drunk… I think we should get you a big drink of water and get you to bed."

"M'not drunk, you're drunk!" You frown as he leaves you to refill the glass. You hiccup and suddenly your stomach feels like it's flipped upside down, you purse your lips and take a slow steadying breath.

Matt can hear your stomach roiling from across the room. "You okay sweetheart? C'mon let's go to the bathroom if you're going to throw up."

You shake your head as you hiccup again, you're stubborn when you're drunk, and refuse to admit to him that you've had too much.

"I'm fiiiiiine Matty, promise."

Matt quirks an eyebrow. "Alright then, how about we play a game. Let me guess what you had to drink and you can tell me if I'm right."

You feel the sweat breaking out along your hairline. "'kay."

Matt puts the full glass of water down in front of you, cocking his head to the side as he scents your evening's exploits. "So, we have five… no, six beers, two margheritas, two vodka jellies-"

You swallow down the bile that's rising in your throat as you relive the taste of every drink that Matt can smell on you.

"-a strawberry daiquiri… and, oh, Frank was there too wasn't he? He bought you tequila slammers, didn't he baby?"

You nod ever so slightly, your stomach currently intent on violently churning it all together.

"Matty, I-" you clamp your hand over your mouth and run to the bathroom, falling onto your knees and immediately throwing everything up into the toilet. Matt comes in behind you making sure your hair is out of your face and gently rubbing your back as you cough and retch.

"There you go, it's better out than in isn't it?"

You groan and spit, your head throbbing. He won't let you live this down.

Matt hands you some tissue and helps you get to your feet so you can rinse out the vile taste from your mouth and brush your teeth, then he takes you to bed, tucking you in and making sure you drink some water. Once he's cleaned up the trail of your discarded clothes and other debris, he slides into bed beside you.

"M'sorry." You mumble into the pillow. "Y'think I'm horrible now don't you?"

He strokes your hair and kisses your forehead. "No sweetheart, I don't."

You huff, annoyed at yourself for drinking so much but you still try and shift the blame. "S'all Frank's fault anyway, Karen n'me were good till he turned up."

"Is that right?" Matt asks, indulging you.

"Mm. If he hadn't got the tequila I'd be fiiiiiine! He's a bad influence." You insist.

Matt nods along with you, trying not to laugh. "Yeah, he's a bad man."

You close your eyes as Matt gently strokes your cheek. "M'gonna kick his ass… we coulda been having amazin' sex right now if he hadn't ruined everything with yucky tequila."

"Okay honey, I'll back you up." Matt smirks, he can tell you're starting to drift off.

"Matty…" you murmur.

"Mhm? Do you need something?"

He's answered only by your soft snores. His lips brush your cheek as pulls the blankets up around you and he listens to your breathing even out before he lets himself sleep too, thinking about how he was gonna kill Frank in the morning.

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chrimsonfoxdon · 21 days

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Here's a question! If Neji had lived, what role do you think he would have taken on? (Jonin Sensei, Jonin focused on missions, academy teacher, ANBU etc)

Sending good vibes frienddddddd! 😁 ❤️ 🎇

thank you friend!! Sending you good vibes too~✨

Me, Delusional: wym he’s fine he’s fiiiiiine he’s living his best life he’s just taking a lil nap!!!

LMAO ANYWAY, I feel like he might have been either a jonin who focuses on missions or maaaybe ANBU. I’m not sure if he… has the patience for teaching?? I feel like training or teaching his own kids is a different story, though. Mans loves his kids from the bottom of his heart and does everything in his power to help them.

In my opinion though, he’d probably be more so a jonin assigned to missions rather than a teacher. Just with how strong his byakugan is and how good of a fighter he is. He MIGHT also join the ANBU, but that would probably be if he never had his own kids/got married or whatever. Mainly since the ANBU work so much in the shadows, if anything ever happened to him, he wouldn’t want his family wondering and such.

I’ve also seen some people headcanon that he’d sit in Naruto’s advisor council like Shikamaru (I assume I’ll be honest I haven’t seen a lot of Boruto). Which kinda makes sense to me?? Smart guy, another link to one of the prestigious clans in the village.

Ok I’m gonna be selfish and bring more of my ocs into this now LOL soooo if you wanna skip that I totally get it 💖 OCxCanon talk under the cut!!

Ok so BASICALLY, Neji’s role in the village is mainly going on missions, maybe some patrol duty around the village, etc. He does attend like… village council meetings (??) with Chihiro when she becomes clan head.

He likely wouldn’t become ANBU if he was offered the position, mainly for the reasons I stated above about him wanting to also be there for his family. Probably also would help the Osaka clan in whatever matters they have going on, with him marrying into the clan and all. Would also likely act as a liaison between them and the hyuga clan too, as what I kinda imagine hinata doing with Naruto (again i havent seen much Boruto so idk if she does do anything like that but yea lol). Listen he’s tough and aloof but when it comes to his wife and kids he’s a big softie.

Anyway thanks for reading me ramble and here’s some more old art of neji living the life he deserved.

#chit chat #rambles #neji hyuga #Neji #neji hyuuga #neji hyūga #hyuga neji #hyuuga neji #sorry about the old art #but I like visuals haha!#also just gonna go ahead and tag the oc stuff in case people wanna know #Naruto oc #Naruto ocs #oc x canon #canon x oc #Chihiro Osaka #Osaka Chihiro #Chihiro #Osaka

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sullustangin · 1 year

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Fluffy February Day 17: Blessed

Fandom: Swtor

Pairing: Gen fic

Time: Sometime After Hoth, late Chapter 2 stretching to early Chapter 3 of the Smuggler Story

Word Count: ~1000

A/N: A little late due to festivities but done! Also, I did not anticipate having so much fun writing these two

“Have you found the box?”

“Which one?”

“The one Eva told us to look for.”

“Uh….”

“It can’t be that hard, Corso. And they call me lazy.”

“Every blessed thing in this gol’dinged cargo bay is in a box, because it’s EVA.” Corso stuck his head out into the hallway to scowl at Guss. “And speaking of her tellin’ us to look at it, you need to get your gills back here and help.”

The Mon Calamari rolled his eyes at Corso, but Corso knew it wasn’t the same body lingo a human had. Didn’t mean nothing by it. “Fiiiiiine.”

Ok, maybe he did, in this case.

As the two of them shifted through the boxes in the cargo by of Virtue’s Thief, Corso got around to thinking. “Guss, I been wonderin’. Mon Cal don’t normally… well, most of them ain’t like you.”

“Yeah, most of them are pretty stiff. Hard-working. Very law-abiding. Stubborn – never know when to run from a fight. Which, to me, isn’t good. Not being dead is better,” Guss replied, pawing through the pile of boxes, turning them to check their labels. “Most of them would get along with the Wookiee.”

“Bowie? Hell, yeah. Who doesn’t love that guy?” Corso activated a second set of lights along the underside of the bulkhead to get a better look at some boxes that were shuffled away in the corner.

“Mmmm. He’s the Killer of Kashyyyk.”

“Ain’t gonna kill us. Ain’t got a cause. Unless you give him one.”

“See, this is what I don’t like. The possibility.”

Corso braced his foot against the top of a crate. “Now, most of us on this ship don’t actively think about what we could do to piss off a Wookiee. Like you said, most Mon Cal would get along great with him. So…” Corso waved his hands in Guss’s direction. “What happened to you?”

“Well, the Force thing doesn’t help. You perceive more, you get more scared. The galaxy has an extra layer of weird on top of it when you can feel it like I do…and then can’t do anything about it,” Guss answered. “You don’t see it all like I do.”

Corso hadn’t thought of that. “Anyone else in your family like you?”

“Jedi or kicked out?” Guss said flippantly, then hand clamped over his mouth. “Whooops.”

“Uh, I meant Jedi, but I’m thinkin’ the other one is the better story,” Corso replied honestly as he sat himself down. Eva’s crate could wait a few more minutes.

“Ehhhh.” Guss dithered. “Well, I might as well say it. I’m a thief. I stole from my own family. I’m on the outs.”

Corso felt his eyebrows climb up his forehead. “Well, that would do it. But why?”

“I’m like… one of eighteen kids. Or thirteen – it depends on how you count the hatching that year.”

Corso blinked. Well, Mon Cal were amphibioids, and the froggies back on Ord Mantell always had a bunch of tadpoles all at once…so he guessed that checked out.

Guss continued, “Anyway, you’re never alone, but you never get any attention. I… wanted someone to notice me. And it wasn’t always in a good way.” Guss shrugged. “I finally crossed a line. That’s when I decided to try the Jedi – or they found me or however the Force worked that one.”

Man, Guss was strange. But he had reasons.

“You feel like we see you here?” Corso had to ask.

Guss tilted his head. “Yeah. Not always for good things – like Akaavi and the fact I’m torn between survival and wanting her to crush me like a bug.”

“I did not need to hear that, buddy.”

“ --- but most of the time, yeah, I do, and it’s for good stuff. Like making Cap laugh.”

Corso had to smile at that. Guss was good at that, both when he did it by accident and on purpose.

“…is it all right that I call her ‘Cap?’ Or is that your proprietary nickname?” Guss swiveled an eye toward him, checking if he’d caused offense. “Bowdaar said he’d break my legs if I called her ‘Little Girl.’”

“Nah, Cap is good. I think it helps her remember… we ain’t a professional organization like Risha and Akaavi want us to be.” Corso looked at the crate directly across from where he sat. “Goddamn. It’s there in front of me.”

As he reached for the crate, Guss nodded. “They even trademarked Very Awful Things and registered as a limited liability company. I mean, I like credits, but hoooo boy, some of the stuff they get up to.” Then Guss finally got the hint to help Corso with the crate.

As they hauled it to the threshold of the cargo bay, Corso said, “Yep. Cap’s walkin’ a line right now. She ain’t small-time anymore after finding Nok Drayen’s treasure. But … I dunno if she actually wants to … be the next Nok Drayen.”

“Especially since we probably would be equivalent to lieutenants, and he had a habit of killing those.” Guss raised his chin slightly, and the two men steered the crate down the hallway to the engine room where Eva and Risha were working.

“Finally.”

As the boys went to the galley to get a drink, Guss said, “It’s like I said to Cap. I’ve seen Sith out there – as much as I don’t fit in with the Jedi, I definitely don’t want to be them. I think it’s the same way for her. I don’t think she really wants to be the big fish. But… you gotta swim or else you get eaten.”

Corso knew that. He’d been a merc, known smugs before Eva came along.

But he’d never cared about them like he did her.

Corso filled two glasses of water at the sink and offered one to Guss. “To Cap.”

“To Cap.” They toasted their favorite gal on the ship.

Corso decided that Guss was going to work out on Virtue’s Thief.

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moss-selfship · 8 months

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Day 7 Outfit Swap

On the cool new meridian night two people sat together in their apartment, the two of them resting on the couch watching a show together. The first figure was a Feline Feral woman and the last remaining member of the fishbone gang, the cat burglar Ms. Fortune. She sat cuddled up with her partner, a mysterious man that had appeared in new meridian seemingly overnight. This mysterious stranger eventually revealed himself to ms fortune as an avatar of the reaper himself and went by the name of mort. Over there shared journey the two of them grew close and got together, and once the skullheart was dealt with they got an apartment together. Where the two now sat on there couch enjoying the night before ms fortune spoke up. “Hey, i just had a Purr-illiant idea!” Ms fortune said smiling, turning her face to her partner who smiled back at her. “And what would that be?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and taking another sip of the drink he had sitting on the coffee table in front of them. “How about i try on your suit? I bet i would look snazzy in it.” She said standing up and putting her hands on her hips with a smile, Mort simply raised an eyebrow. “You do realize it won't fit you really well since I'm bigger than you?” He said already standing up, knowing she was dead set on this idea and he hated seeing her upset. “Yeah well..i'm sure it will be fine, i can look a bit small in it its fiiiiiine.” Ms fortune said waving her hand off to brush the issue aside, Mort could only chuckle as he started to head towards the bedroom with her. “Alright alright, though your not getting me in your outfit. It barely hides anything on you and with my…extra parts it won't hide anything on me.” His words drawing a laugh from the both of them as they got to the bedroom, ms fortune quickly changing out of her pajamas as she put on his normal outfit. “SOoo what do you think? Ain't i a stylish black cat?” Ms fortune said, turning around, giving mort a view of her. His black dress shoes clonked clumsily as she took her steps as they were much too big for her feet. The black dress pants were held tight in place with a belt pulled tight, the leg fabrics flopping as they were barely filled and a noticeable spot where she tucked her tail into was visible. The black and white shirt of his hung loosely over her body and reminded him much of how she looks with the nightshirts ms fortune would wear that were his shirts. His dress coat hung extremely loosely on her and the sleeves went over her hands, causing her to constantly adjust them so she could use her hands. “My my look at you, dressed to the nines and everything.” Mort said with a soft smile as he looked at his partner and admired herself in the mirror, turning around and rotating her head so she could see what it looked like. She had to admit even if the suit doesn't fit her she still thought she looked good, and reminded her of her old outfit before the incident. “I guess you could say i'm Dressed to kill?” Ms fortune joked with a grin, seeing the chance to make a pun about him being the grim reaper and her never being one to miss out on a pun. The two of them laughed loudly as they enjoyed this sweet and silly moment.

Prompt and credits here

#9 lives loving #my writing

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tsuki-sennin · 10 months

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I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!

Uh... I have no real justification or excuse as to why I've been slacking on these, but uh

Well, I just didn't feel like doin' it. Whoops. I spent practically every waking moment of the past couple weeks replaying Pokémon Rejuvenation, so... Y'know, you get it right?

Anyways Geats! He's Geod, I think. Not pronounced "Jod". Back into it I go. Twofer special~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-DGP is out the door.

-Now everybody knows.

-Hello, Sis. You're still here~!

-Well, I made my bed last episode, I might as well lay in it. Zagizuki reporting for duty, Geats-P.

-The OP has changed once again. Just our main four now.

-Sara-san~!

-...there's something really funny to me about Keiwa considering the idea he just lost his Driver in the couch cushions.

-Oh hai, Buffa~!

-...I wonder if Buffa's construction company had Keiwa's resume in their system?

-Oh, Ace gave it back to everybody, huh?

-That means we might be seeing Sumida and Morio soon.

-...also in case you were wondering, yes I have seen the trailer with Grandpa Tanba and Sae-neesan, I'm not totally out of the loop!

-Can't repair ID Cores, huh?

-He hungy

-Oh my god, he's putting all that away.

-Tsumuri-neesan.

-Hah

-I have to wonder just how much older Tsumuri is than A. ...y'know chronologically, I know there's a four year difference between Kan-san and Aoshima-san.

-Oh, we ballin'

-...I get really nervous when I see people skateboard without helmets.

-Oh hello, copper.

-Oh, Jyama Time!

-They didn't even bother cleaning up the Jyamato.

-That is profoundly neglectful.

-Geats can board, huh?

-Boost! Mk. IX!

-OH HE SMALL

-Ace~!

-Buffa and Keiwa appear!

-Oh okay, guess we're talking about this with these skater dudes out in the open.

-"Don't worry, I'm in charge now."

-No reward other than satisfaction.

-Neon's finally striking out on her own properly this time!

-"It's fiiiiiine, right?"

-I can respect that.

-Furnitureless behavior.

-Girls day out!

-Wiiiin, hello!

-Even God is broke in this economy.

-The pearly gates are made of tapioca.

-DGP Geats Style.

-I see Keiwa still harbors a measure of resentment for Mama Mitsume.

-Jyama Garden!

-Is that sap? ...please tell me that's sap.

-An interloper!

-Those're man tracks.

-Can't put Kamen Rider on your resume.

-...come to think of it, I wonder if you could say you were officially employed as a Rider? Like, say, as a user of the Birth System or one of BOARD's agents. You definitely would be able to if you were employed to the government like SAUL or AIMS, but would there be some kind of necessary legal disclosure you'd put out if you were like... a Kurokage Trooper or something like that?

-...I love asking all the wrong questions, this is why I do these <3

-It's a little guy! Just a little guy!

-Ohhhhhh!

-Hey there, Kousei! You motherfucker~! Now everybody gets to know!

-"Burn your paper trail and head to Tijuana by Saturday morning."

-Get 'im!

-Nice to see she's lost none of her experience.

-Real cute, fox man.

-Oh hai Kekera!

-A Visa.

-Whoa, that was a nice kick.

-That almost looked totally real there, I'm impressed.

-Ah yep, Beroba too. I knew that already.

-"boy thinks he's done lmao"

-DAICHI

-Jyama Shin!

-Parasite Game!

-Must be Cordyceps.

-Oh, Samas! You're here too!

-His creation with ours.

-Oh

-Hi there.

-I uh... think I recognize you.

-Ryuji Sato (not to be confused with Ryuga Sato), you played Sasuke in the Naruto stage show.

-Oh, you were Teruhiko in Shun's first limelight episode in Fourze!

-Hey man, congrats, that's another previous supporting role promoted to major character status!

-Oh, that's the end of the episode. I see.

-Alright, Episode 40, let's go!

-Oh shoot, insert!

-Let's go!

-That's definitely Yuka Terasaki singing.

-A very kind motherly gesture.

-Dejyammed.

-The boys are back in town.

-Good on you Keiwa, you get it.

-Yippee! Riders once again!

-Hello, Mrs. Kurama. Er uh... I suppose you might be in the market for a new sugar baby soon.

-Oh Neon...

-You've got a lot to answer for, Irumi. You, and the old man.

-And off Neon goes.

-Sara-neesan.

-Goddamn, she's supportive.

-J

-Jitto.

-Cheeto.

-If there's one thing I can say about Ryuji-san, he's certainly got range.

-This guy ain't Sasuke at all.

-Oh, they get Premium.

-That's one free century of DezaPlus and 10% off their next subscription renewal.

-Oh, what's that I see on the bottom? Tycoon and Buffa logos? Yep, those're definitely powerups we're getting at some point.

-Sōsei no Megami... Tsu!

-Oh, I get it... Tsumuri.

-Grandpa is out. Nerd is in.

-OH NO MAN DON'T EAT IT THOSE'RE YOUR BABIES

-Even Beroba's more grossed out than anything.

-Oh man I wish jobhunting was that easy.

-"Sakurai NOOOOO! ...actually, hang on, yeeeeees!"

-OHHHHHHHH DAICHI

-...that's not Daichi, is it.

-I really love the ambience of this scene here.

-He may not be infected by the Jyamato, but desperation is its own ever evolving parasite.

-We're going to beat up this nerd.

-"You guys are still the worst, I see."

-Oooooh!

-Oh.

-"That's my boss's sister you're objectifying there. And I don't take kindly to that sort of thing."

-"Good luck with that, Punkjack."

-Buffa gets down to business.

-Oh he no longer has his cape. ...truth be told, I don't think I actually liked it that much.

-Traded in his Riderbane for a lawnmower.

-...y'know, chainsaws were invented by the Scottish for childbirth but now they're used all over the world for gardening.

-Oh, that was a good transition.

-"...TYCOON NO-"

-Oh

-He is crispy looking.

-...he kinda looks like a Kabutops. Is he a trilobite Jyamato?

-Oh and of course Mega Ninetails and Green Linoone can't quite handle him.

-...sorry, I've got Pokémon on the brain.

-Damn, he's really kicking ass.

-Oh, there goes Bouffalant! ...incidentally, Sap Sipper would be quite a good ability to have right now. If you haven't used Bouffalant on a team before, I totally recommend it, it's got nice coverage, good defensive stats, some good abilities-

-Oh

-Oh fuck

-Sara Sakurai died at the hands of Kamen Rider Buffa.

-What was even the point of killing her, Daichi?

-"I did it. It was me."

-Well, to all of you who wanted to see Keiwa lose it-

-There we go.

-Tsumuri-san :(

-Help us, God.

-OHHHHHH THAT'S A COOL SUIT

-Shogun, eh? Oh and he's apparently got a whole-ass sword.

-Not a Real-Ass Goddamn Sword, but-

-Hoo. This is quite a lot I missed, huh?

#kamen rider #geats #kr geats #geats spoilers #kamen rider geats #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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vinvantae · 2 years

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Waterloo

Part 14/15

Link to previous part - https://vinvantae.tumblr.com/post/679421515972870144/waterloo

Rating - Mature

Warnings - Mentions of sex, explicit language and alcohol

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You slowly opened your eyes, covering them with your arm as the sun crept through the gap in the blinds. It was pleasantly warm but you weren’t sure if that was from the nice weather or the sleeping man beside you, his lips slightly parted as he slept. A soft smile took over your face as you brushed a stray curl from his forehead; you hadn’t realised how much you’d missed waking up beside him until it happened.

The skin of his aquiline nose was soft beneath your fingertips as you delicately ran them down the bridge. He seemed almost completely undisturbed as you studied him, letting your fingers ghost across his face and jawline. But as his eyes fluttered open, you smiled sweetly.

“Sorry; did I wake you?” You hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Nah. Felt nice… this is nice. I’ve missed this.” His morning voice was deep and gravely, his eyes scanning across your face. “Did you have a good time last night?”

“…are you seriously asking that?” You laughed playfully. “I think everyone else on this floor could answer that for me.”

His face lit up and he pulled your body close to his, tearing a giggle from your chest. It felt so natural to be in his arms again, so natural to be in bed with him like this. He held your face in his large hands as you shared long deep kisses - just enjoying the feeling of your bodies being close.

“As much as I’d like to stay in bed with you all day, we promised Kel and Max we’d go for breakfast with them before they leave for their honeymoon.” You mumbled against his lips, earning a grumble of protest and another kiss.

“I don’t feel like sharing.” He huffed, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “And if we go you’ll have to put on clothes and I prefer you like this.”

Your cheeks flushed a little. “Cheeky.”

“Mhm but you love it.” His voice had a teasing lilt as his fingers ghosted up the sides of your thigh. “Max won’t mind if-“

“He will mind if we’re late. They have to leave at midday and have other things to do.” You scolded. “We’ve got all day to fuck about once they’ve left.”

“Fiiiiiine.” He groaned, flipping the sheet down to expose himself fully. He quirked his brow when he caught you eyeing him up. “Changed your mind?”

You rolled your eyes, playfully throwing his underwear at him before sliding out of bed too, grabbing a comfy outfit for the warm morning - the soft rustling sound of Daniel getting ready for his day behind you made you feel so at ease. You’d gotten used to the silence of being alone in the mornings, nothing but the sound of your own movement, and the soft pats of Dan’s feet as he moved around the room brought a sense of comfort to you.

“C’mere?” You were stepping into your shoes when his voice drew your attention over to him.

“You okay?”

As you approached him, he reached up behind his neck and undid his necklace before securing it around your neck instead. The metal was warm against your chest; you placed your hand over the charm as you looked up at him and raised your brow.

“Looks better on you.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Ready to go?”

You nodded and he grabbed his cap, sitting it atop his curls before offering you his hand. Unlike the necklace, the metal of his rings were cool when you linked your fingers with his. The two of you left the room and began your walk down to the dockside café, not missing the terrible wink thrown your way by Charles as you and Dan walked past him - you flipped him off as he gestured between you and Dan, miming a blowjob.

“You alright?” Dan quipped.

“Charles is being a child.” You whined. “Let’s get out of here before I have to fight him.”

He chuckled softly, his hand dropping from yours so he could slip his arm around your waist instead. The sun was nice on your skin and there was a nice breeze from the ocean keeping you cool. The island somehow seemed even more beautiful now that Dan was back by your side.

Fuck me, that was cheesy.

You looked at the man beside you and smiled softly, earning his trademark grin in return.

“I love you.” He hummed, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss as you approached Max and Kelly at their table outside the café.

“Mhmm, I love you too.” You keened softly before moving away to pull your newly-wedded brother into a tight hug. “Morning.”

“Hi, you two look happy.” He pulled back to get a good look at your face - his protective side was in full force still. Yes, Dan was his best friend, but your feelings came first.

“We are. I am, Maxy.” You assured, seeing his shoulders physically relax as you hugged his wife. “How are the bride and groom this morning?”

Kelly smiled softly and nodded. “We’re good, very excited to get off on the honeymoon. Just wanted to have breakfast with our two favourite people before we set off… make sure everything is good.”

You and Dan sat opposite them, his warm hand immediately finding purchase on the soft skin of your thigh.

“We’re in a good place. You guys seriously don’t have to worry about us.” Dan said, his thumb brushing over your leg. “No more stupid on my behalf. I swear.”

Max nodded and took a sip of his coffee, his wedding band gleaming in the sun. The twinge of jealousy that you thought you’d long buried was threatening to surface again - you were truly happy for them, but you could’ve been engaged this whole time.

“So.” Kelly broke you out of your trance, a mischievous look on her face. “You caught the bouquet.”

“I did.”

“So are we hearing wedding bells anytime soon?” She teased playfully, clearly unaware of just how tense this conversation made your partner and brother feel.

“…I uh.” Dan’s cheeks heated up and you saw Max’s jaw tighten. You frowned, what on earth was going on between those two.

“Will one of you two just spit it out already!” You protested, groaning in frustration. “What the fuck is happening?”

They exchanged a look, Dan sunk a little in his seat whilst Max straightened up. It was annoying the crap out of you that they were hiding something clearly very big from you.

“How am I expected to trust you when you’re clearly keeping something huge from me?” You scolded Dan.

“I’m sorry, Max.” Dan whispered, refusing to make eye contact with your brother across the table.

You held your breath as Dan reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out a small box, putting it on the table in front of the four of you. No one knew what to say - the implication of what was clearly in it, made the silence, the tension almost unbearable. Cautiously, you reached forward and took the box in your hands, running your thumbs over the soft velvet.

“…I’ve had that since before we broke up. I’ve just kept it on me this whole time.” Dan explained, watching you intently as you slowly opened the lid. “And long story short, I promised your brother I wasn’t going to use it right now because we’ve only just started dating again.”

You recognised the ring almost immediately - you’d seen none other than Dan’s grandmother wearing it at a family function so the fact she’d given it to him to give to you, just proved how strong your connection with him was. A tear slowly ran down your cheek.

“I’m sorry… I ruined us. That is what I wanted for us.” His voice was soft as his hand came up to cup your cheek, brushing the tear away with his thumb. “I want you to be my wife someday, but we need to work on getting us back to normal first.”

Dan could feel the pounding of his heart in your chest as he watched you - what if this was it? What if this was the final nail in the coffin and you were truly done with his bullshit? It almost felt slow motion as you reached behind your neck and undid his necklace, slipping the ring onto the chain. He smiled softly, instantly relaxing and his fingers grazed the nape of your neck as he clipped it back on for you - he pressed a tender kiss to the join of your shoulder before looking into your eyes.

“Think of it as a promise.” You whispered, your hand coming up to rest over the ring. “When you’re ready… when we’re truly happy with each other again, I’m going to say yes.”

He didn’t need to say anything, as he lent in and gave you the sweetest kiss and it said everything.

“Oh, get a room.” Max snorted, making you blush - you’d almost forgotten about your company. “I’m happy for you both, but you’re not going to see me for nearly a month!”

“Sorry Maxy.” You giggled softly. “We will miss you. Even if you keep things like this from me!”

“I didn’t want you to freak out.” He huffed. “You were in a good place and I didn’t want him to propose and for you to run a mile.”

You smiled. “I know you’re trying to protect me and I appreciate that, but-“

“But nothing.” He cut you off. “I wasn’t going to let him get down on one knee in front of all my friends and family and make you freak out.”

A dark flush took over your face as you nodded, letting Dan pull you closer into his side - pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You looked up at him; his eyes were kind and fond.

“It wasn’t the right time, you deserve to be proposed to when all of the attention is on you.” Dan chuckled softly.

You laughed. “Max has got a point- the idea of being proposed to in front of that many people doesn’t sound like my idea of fun at all.”

“Noted.” He hummed, kissing you again. “So Max, what are the plans for the rest of the morning then?”

“Well, once we’ve finished breakfast we’ve got to say goodbye to the parents, the guests, and finish packing… it's a bit hectic.”

“Don’t let us keep you if you need to go!” You said, feeling guilty. “We need to pack everything as well!”

The four of you stood up and exchanged hugs, Max giving you an extra tight squeeze. You snuggled into his warm chest, his voice was a low whisper when he spoke. “If you need anything while I’m away-“

“I’ll be fine.” You hummed, pulling back to look up at him. “Dan and I are good. We’re going to be moving most of his stuff to my place for a couple days anyway.”

“Just promise you’ll be careful.”

“And you. As much as I’d like a little niece or nephew-“

He burst out laughing. “Oh my god. I promise that we won’t be returning with that news - I wanna focus on getting more titles yet.”

“Okay okay!” You giggled. “Get yourself going.”

You and Dan waved the newlyweds off before sitting back down to finish your drinks, his tattooed arm draped lazily over the back of your chair as he sipped from his mug. The quiet was comfortable as you scrolled on your phone - the soft crash of the waves against the dock and the cawing of the gulls were pleasant background noise.

The Australian pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before heading into the cafe to get some more drinks for you both, leaving you with your own thoughts. Your hand came up to rest on the ring, heavy around your neck with the implications of what it meant for your relationship. He’d learnt from his mistakes and was eager to compromise to make it work this time.

You couldn’t wait to see what that future had in store.

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lets-go-steal-a-hardison · 3 years

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Good Days and Bad Ones

New Leverage ot3 fic! Warning for gun violence and gun wounds. Fluff then angst then fluff again. ~2.9k words | Teen

Can read below or on my ao3 account here.

It had been a good day. Eliot should have known not to trust that, but lately, he had been having a lot of good days. The worst part was that what happened wasn’t even on a job. They didn’t even see it coming.

Eliot had woken up surrounded by his partners. The fact that he couldn’t move from being so entangled in their arms and legs should have felt suffocating, but instead, it just felt safe. He started to move around, wanting to get up and go start his morning routine, and Hardison nuzzled into his neck.

“C’mon man, I gotta get up,” Eliot whispered to him.

Hardison grunted, still mostly asleep, then kissed where he had just nuzzled. He did relax his arms though.

Okay. One down. One more to go.

Eliot turned to look at Parker and saw she was awake, already looking at him.

“I gotta get up, sweetheart, you gonna let me?” he said with a small smile.

Parker was wrapped around his arm with a leg thrown over him. She pouted a bit, then kissed his shoulder before letting him go.

“Thanks, darlin’. I’ll make pancakes later, kay?”

Parker grinned at him. “With whipped cream?”

“Only if I can add blueberries,” Eliot bargained as he got up and pulled on a shirt. He had to get her to eat fruit somehow.

“Fiiiiiine,” Parker said, moving into the warmed spot Eliot had just vacated and wrapping around Hardison, who octopused onto her the moment she was in arm’s reach.

Eliot took a moment to stare at them. Sometimes, he still couldn’t believe that they chose to love him. Change with him. It was humbling, their love for him.

He was one lucky bastard.

Eliot did his morning workout, then showered. By the time that he was going into the bedroom to get clothes, towel around his waist, Parker was up. She took off Hardison’s old shirt, which she had been using as a pajama shirt, and kissed Eliot one more time before taking the next shift in the shower. Hardison was still passed out on the bed, but as Eliot walked in, he started to stir.

Letting the towel slip off, Eliot bent over to pull on underwear and heard an appreciative rumble from Hardison. It took a while for him to be coherent in the morning, unless he had stayed up all night. That caused a different kind of incoherence.

Eliot grinned at him from over his shoulder as he continued to get dressed. “You snooze, you lose,” he teased.

Hardison let out a sleepy groan, then made grabby hands towards Eliot.

“Hell nah, I’ve got to get started on Parker’s pancakes,” Eliot said, already walking forward anyway.

“Mmmmm… pancakes,” Hardison hummed as he pulled Eliot in. Eliot could feel his boyfriend’s smile against his lips. He pulled back and kissed him once more, on the forehead this time, and moved away.

“They’ll be ready in a bit, you just gotta be up for them!” Eliot called as he walked out of the bedroom.

It was a good morning.

It didn’t last.

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The first gunshot rang out at 1:12 pm. Eliot knew because in the moment, everything froze and he took in everything in the kitchen of the brewpub, including the time.

The screams came next.

Eliot immediately put himself in between the doors to the kitchen and the waitstaff and cooks. “Run. If you can’t run, hide. If you can’t hide, fight. GO!” he said, jerking his head to the back entrance, hoping he wasn’t sending them into a trap.

“ALEC HARDISON!” a voice roared. “COME OUT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”

Eliot felt himself move before he had really thought about it. He cut across the kitchen and made his way quickly but effectively towards the living part of the brewpub, where he had left Hardison and Parker at their dining room table.

Too late.

Hardison came out of the back room with his hands up and Eliot redirected his attention to the rest of the room, immediately assessing the three men with guns in the middle of the room. The patrons of the brewpub were cowering in their seats and on the floor. There was one man by the door too, covering the exit.

It didn’t look good.

“Sinclair,” Hardison drawled. If Eliot didn’t know Hardison as well as he did, he wouldn’t be able to tell how tense he was. He kept it hidden in the flex of his back muscles and his hands.

It was a very distinctive flex.

“Haven’t seen you in years. How you been, man?” Hardison continued, arms still raised.

“Well, prison is a bitch and those anger management classes just didn’t take. So, here we are,” the man in the front, Sinclair, said as he waved the hand not holding his gun to take in the scene.

“What do you want?” Hardison asked, his face and voice becoming serious.

“Need your help with a job.”

“And you thought coming in guns blazing into my day job was the best way to ask?” Hardison asked derisively.

Sinclair smiled grimly. “This isn’t asking. Either you will help me or I will shoot you where you stand.”

Hardison shrugged. “I’ve got my own crew and while they don’t mind me working freelance, I think they would object to the job conditions.”

“You’re damn right,” Eliot growled, moving into the room.

“Oh hell no,” the guy who was guarding the door said. “You didn’t say Eliot fucking Spencer was part of the target’s crew. I’m out.”

He threw open the door and ran out the brewpub.

One down, three to go.

The other two men shifted nervously as Eliot stared them down, looking between them and the man Hardison had called Sinclair. Eliot didn’t like how steady Sinclair’s aim was at Hardison.

“Fellas. Now we can either have y’all walk out of here alive, or there’s gonna be a need for body bags. Which is it gonna be?” Eliot said.

The two men glanced at each other. One shook his head, but the other one started sliding towards the door.

“Don’t you dare, Clancy, don’t you dare!” Sinclair shouted.

“Man, I got a baby at home. I just needed the payout, but she needs me more,” the man, Clancy, said. He turned and was out the door.

Two on two.

Eliot liked those odds.

“You sure you won’t help?” Sinclair asked, and Eliot started edging towards Hardison, ready to move if he needed.

Suddenly, Sinclair’s gun was pointed at Eliot.

“Not even if I threaten to shoot your buddy here?”

“Whoa. Now, hey man, you didn’t have to go there. We had our moment, I said no, and you just had to keep pressing. They always keep pressing, don’t they, Eliot?”

“Hardison…” Eliot cautioned, cause he knew what Hardison was doing. He was trying to get himself back in Sinclair’s crosshairs, even though Eliot was much more comfortable being the one with the gun pointed at him.

“Nah, man, I know you’re doing your macho shit right now, and I for one do not appreciate it. You are trying to kill him just with your glarey eyes and guess what, man? Doesn’t work. I know, cause otherwise I would be at least slightly damaged by now.”

“Oh my God, shut UP!” Sinclair said.

He turned.

Eliot jumped.

And Hardison gasped as the bullet hit his shoulder.

Sinclair watched as Hardison stared disbelievingly down at the bloom of blood on his shoulder. He took a gasping breath of air, then his knees went out.

Eliot caught him before he could hit the ground.

“Put pressure on it, Alec. Come on, you know the deal,” Eliot encouraged, pressing down himself. He could sense Sinclair in his peripheral vision, but Hardison was his priority.

“It’s d-d-different wh-when it’s you,” Hardison stuttered.

He was going into shock. Eliot needed to finish this so that they could get Chicken Parm down here, get him to help Hardison.

Eliot forced himself to take his attention off of Hardison and place it firmly on Sinclair.

He looked disconcerted at the look on Eliot’s face.

Good.

“You lost your chance to walk away when you pulled that trigger,” he said to Sinclair. He turned to the last man standing, who flinched when their eyes met. “Last chance for you.”

The man nodded. Dropped his gun. Walked out.

“You fucker!” Sinclair said, sighting his gun on Eliot.

Only for Parker to drop down from the ceiling, right on top of him.

The gun still went off, but Eliot was unscathed. He rushed forward, diving on top of Sinclair who fought tooth and nail to keep his gun in his hands. Eliot saw Parker crawl across the floor towards the gun the last man had dropped out of the corner of his eyes.

In the moment of distraction, Sinclair’s finger found the trigger and pulled.

Eliot felt the bright burn of the bullet going into his hip, but he just grunted and pulled back a fist, bringing it crashing down onto Sinclair’s temple.

He went limp.

Eliot forced himself to stand. He turned and Parker nodded to him from where she was standing, gun pointed at Sinclair.

“I’ve got him, you get Alec,” she said.

Eliot nodded. He pulled out his phone as he went over to Hardison and put pressure on his wound, making Alec whine, high and full of pain.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, gotta keep pressure on it. Help’s coming, Alec, just hang on, kay?” he murmured as the phone rang.

“P-parker okay?” Hardison whispered.

“Yeah, she’s-” Eliot glanced over to Parker and froze. “Parker.”

She looked at him from keeping an eye on Sinclair. “What?”

“Your leg.”

She followed Eliot's gaze and looked down to her thigh. The right leg of her sweatpants - actually Eliot was pretty sure those had been his as some point - was soaked with blood.

She looked back at Eliot. “Huh.”

Then she collapsed.

“SHIT!” Eliot shouted.

“Hello?”

Eliot remembered the phone in his hand. His head was swimming and he blinked repeatedly to clear it. “Parm, altercation at the brewpub. Three GSW’s, Hardison n’ Parker are down. You need to- to… aw, hell,” he slurred.

Then he fell forward onto Hardison’s chest and the world went black.

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Dragging himself out of inky black unconsciousness was one of Eliot’s least favorite things in the world. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, it sucked.

He was definitely on drugs, cause his brain took way too long to connect to his body. He was floating a bit even when he realized who he was and started registering his body and surroundings.

He was definitely in a hospital. The smell, the sounds of the intercom, and the feeling of an IV in his hand were too distinct for him to be anywhere else.

Eliot wasn’t as bad as Nate, but he still wasn’t a fan of hospitals. The catheter alone was enough to make him wanna punch someone.

Forcing his eyes open, he looked around the room. There was an empty bed next to him and no one else in the room. He wanted to jump up and find Hardison and Parker, find out if they were alright, but the ache in his hip made him grimace as he sat up.

He settled for hitting the call button.

“Hello, Mr. Dubois, how are you feeling?” the nurse who came in asked.

“Sore and floaty. Can we reduce the meds? I hate this feeling. Rather have the pain,” Eliot said.

The woman pursed her lips. “We can, though I will ask you to start taking tylenol in its place, so you still have something in your system.”

Eliot nodded. “The others at the brewery,” he started, not sure what cover he should be working with, how he should be referring to his partners, “are they alright?”

“The gunman has been taken into custody after getting treatment for his concussion. The man and woman who were also injured are stable. I’m sorry, that’s all I can say,” she said, working with the machine next to Eliot.

He hoped that the floating feeling would leave soon. He needed to come back to his body, pain or no pain.

“Alright, call if you need to get back on the morphine or if you need assistance with anything else.”

“When can I get up?” Eliot asked.

“We can do a walk around this evening, but we’re leery of moving before in case the stitches are disturbed. We can take out the catheter at that time as well, as you will be able to get up for bathroom needs at that point. Sounds okay?”

It didn’t, but Eliot forced himself to nod again.

The nurse had been out of the room for about a minute when Eliot heard something overhead. He grinned at the ceiling, then frowned.

“Parker, should you be up yet?” he asked.

“The doc said that I could get up to see to my needs, and I needed to check on you,” she said through the vent.

“They meant the bathroom, Parker, not my sorry ass,” Eliot said.

“Yeah, yeah. How you feeling?” she asked.

“They reduced my meds, but still disconnected a bit.” He knew she would get what he meant, so he didn’t elaborate. “Alec okay?”

“Yeah. He was still sleeping, but his vitals looked good. He lost the most blood of us, so he’ll probably be in here the longest,” Parker said.

“He’ll love that,” Eliot grumbled, already imagining the havoc that Hardison could produce if left in a hospital bed for any extended period of time.

Of course, he would have to be awake to cause havoc…

Eliot shrugged away the thought, reminded himself that Parker said he was doing well.

“How long you gonna be here?” Eliot asked.

He heard a rustle and imagined that Parker had shrugged. “Bullet went through and through, just bled a lot. Once they are sure that it’s closed and healing, I’ll be good to go. They had to dig the bullet out of your hip,” she said, her voice getting quieter. “So it might be longer for you.”

“I figured that, darlin’. It’ll be alright.” He glared at the grate without any real heat. “Now get back to your bed and to healing.”

“I’d rather be here with you,” she said, her voice soft.

“That ain’t fair,” Eliot said, staring at the grate. He felt the ache in his hip and now he had one in his heart. “You gotta go back, Parker, cause if you’re here, you aren’t getting your meds. I’m being good and taking mine, you gotta too.”

“Fiiiiine,” Parker said. “I’ll be back though.”

“I would be worried if you didn’t,” Eliot said.

He didn’t hear her go, but felt when she was gone.

It was going to be a long stay in the hospital.

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Hardison had woken up later that evening and Eliot had been able to see him when he was doing his walk around. Alec was still pretty out of it, but he smiled up at Eliot.

“Knew you would take care of it,” he said, only slurring a bit.

“Get some sleep,” Eliot said, resisting the urge to touch him. Their cover stories weren’t partners.

Parker got out of the hospital first. Eliot missed her voice coming out of the ceiling, but was checked out the next day anyways.

The brewpub wasn’t the same without Alec around. Eliot ended up stocking a bunch of the meals that Alec liked in the fridge for when he came home and Parker installed a new security system. They cleaned the whole back area of the pub they called their home, working in tandem as they washed sheets and clothes, scrubbed down the kitchen and bathroom, and tidied the rest of it. They didn’t sleep much.

By the time Alec got home, the place was spotless and stocked with orange soda and Eliot’s food.

Hardison eased onto the couch and looked around. He turned to his partners and grinned. “You missed me.”

Parker rolled her eyes. “Course we did, dummy.”

Eliot inclined his head, conceding. “Maybe.”

“You hungry?” Eliot continued.

“Eliot made all your favorites,” Parker said. Eliot narrowed his eyes at her, cause he wanted that to be a surprise.

“Did he?” Hardison said, smile turning toward Eliot. “You know I’d never say no to Eliot’s cooking. Mind bringing it here? Have y’all eaten? Let’s just all eat here, pull up some movie.”

Eliot nodded. Parker jumped up from where she had been sitting next to Alec, kissing him on the top of his head before she followed Eliot into the kitchen.

They settled in, food and movie at the ready. They finished eating long before the end of the movie, but their plates lay forgotten on the coffee table as they cuddled as close as their wounds would allow them to.

Eliot felt sleep come slowly towards him, but didn’t do anything to fight it. He trusted Parker, and by extension, her security system. He knew that both Parker and Hardison were safe and healing. More bad days may come, but they would face them together.

In the arms of his two best friends and loves of his life, he let himself rest.

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parismemes · 3 years

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THINGS I’VE SAID ON DISCORD (OCTOBER EDITION) AS SENTENCE STARTERS.

“tell me everythng.” “HEHEHEHEHEHEHE” “i have read every single one of them and do not intend to stop” “i on principle only like songs that go hard” “I DIDNT THINK IT WAS GOING TO BE THAT SAD WHAT THE FUCK” “heehoo. water boy.” “why i always sleep through this shit i hate it here” “gacha games count as gambling” “im also there. im laughing” “u r doing so much math and im just like hehe money” “what the fuck what the fuck NOOO what the fuck im dfgjhhfjgdhjfgkjdkghjd” “what a traumatic backstory” “I CAN SEE YOU READING MY MESSAGES IM GONAN GET FINESSED OUT THE FUCKIN WINDOW“ “THAT’S not good!” “if hes a fraid of dogs that sounds like a him problem” “i honestly deserve recognition for the absolute shit i just pulled off” “YES FUCK YEAH YEAH YEAH HELL YEAH FUCK YEAH HELL FUCKIN YEAH WOOOOOOOOO YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!” “why the fuck would you want that” “yeah hes my only one true love” “by a few i of course mean like 600″ “no one fucking appreciate me” “thank you ___ for being the only person who appreciate me” “i reveal it in pieces and make you put it together like a puzzle” “im smart and never regret it“ “see, i just dont think thats right” “i will continue dangling it in front of your face like a scientist dangling bait in front of a fish (who is also in a maze)” “hes actually like an absolute fucking nerd a complete fool a fucking dumbass” “sorry your message glitched and i cannot read. anyway back to my leverage over you which is forcing you into a corner,” “it's not extortion because i don't know what extortion means” “why do they talk like exes. its because they are exes” “TIME SENSITIVE QUESTION PLEASE RESPOND” “he's a content creator he'll be fine” “what does this mean? but yes” “NICE NICE NNICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE” “for future record ___ just used the word poggers” “look at all these fuckin blondes” “its only been like a week and a half at most” “hes doing it out of affection” “ISNT THIS THE FUNNIEST SHIT YOUVE EVER SEEN” “you are terrible and also the worst” “i was going to send it at midnight but i got distracted trying to figure out the most barebones way to say happy birthday without sounding weird” “do you think i get punished more or less if i do sins” “i dont think the sins count as extra points if you commit them on the way to hell” “run over pedestrians” “i am slowly descending into insanity today, as a hobby” “you are a shit boy. a little shit boy go eat boxes“ “it's ok. we can figure it out later” “i didnt notice at first but it is in fact All The Fuck Over” “ITS BEEN OVER 12 HOURS” “hey guys just turns out we might have a ✨ gas leak ✨” “im sure if we put our braincells together we can figure SOMETHING out” “curious georg” “thank god. i could and would have argued this for several hours” “i think the worst thing ive heard today is someone calling the movie enchanted a reverse isekai” “i should not and will not stop” “i was RIGHT AHHAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA” “that wasnt a question you read it wrong” “i have no idea who this is but that wont stop me” “THIS MAN REALLY SAID HEAD EMPTY WHAT IS MONEY” “sometimes i say things and its best to just pretend you know what i mean” “WOT THIS” “I DONT WANT PEE ON MY BED“ “tired of all these stupid fuckin plants” “could you even really consider jelly filled donuts donuts?” “actually everything is real” “if you eat cereal for dinner, you're not having fucking breakfast” “i think my in real life superpower is that i have freakishly fast metabolism” “i dont care if you are evil you are MY TYPE” “you dirty criminal” “is a dessert item a dessert if it isn't eaten after dinner? discuss” “ok im done for the Right Now” “found a concerning orb. in the sky.” “HOW DID YOU KILL THEM” “why do i do this to myself why do i keep doing this” “the only simp here is me” “I No Longer Wish To Know!“ “DID THEY JUST END AN ENTIRE SPECIES” “WE ARE DETERMINED” “this is also really funny by virtue of the fact that these people are all fucking british” “they throw rocks at me and say we want the himbo” “THE CONTEXT IS IMPORTANT HERE” “its something that i SPECIFICALLY am passionate about” “hanburnger?” “thats just what living with siblings is like” “howd she get there? fuckin beats me dude idk” “i remember everything i am like a shark with an abnormally good memory” “i am sorry that you are predictable” “Hey Guys, Just Checkiing In To Make Sure You Got My Joke, Just Making Sure, I Just Wanted To Check In And See If You Got The Joke, Because I Was Afraid You Wouldnt Get It, So Im Just Checking In,” “i marked your worm” “what are you gonna do. unsend whatever you send me? i am Shaking in my fuzzy socks rn” “you Know i hate the idea of being wrong” “You Did Not Need To Stroke His Ego” “i am too stupid to live and if i was not vaccinated my genes would have no chance of being passed on because i would be dead” “~the oldest anarchy server in minecraft history~” “am i shaking because of adrenaline or rage.... who can tell” “I HAVE SO MUCH ADRENALINE IN ME BUT ITS 1 AM IN THE MORNING” “jokes on u i fucking HATE ___ i think hes the worst” “JUST IMPULSE MADE BROWNIES AT 9 PM HEYOOOO” “cry about it more bitch boy maybe piss your pants while ur at it” “im getting so casually toxic back to toxic gamer boys” “itll be fiiiiiine” “we are all stupid mice who take turns being the piper” “queen of bargains is me i am the queen of bargaining and scoring deals” “its not TECHNICALLY a direct threat but also yes it is” “i see a demon i go possess me then bitch boy u wont” “AAAA THE FUCKIN VIIIIBES” “IM NOT GOING TO STOP BEING MAD ABOUT IT”

#sentence starters #rp memes #ask memes #rp meme #ask meme #the first one i did of this did really well....

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rwby-necro-au-archive · 3 years

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The difference between independency and isolation

Of course she had to show up. She always showed up when he was happy, just to ruin it all and make him feel like the scum of the earth. All with that fucking smile on her face. It always got to him, and she knew it.

Qrow swung the shadowy blade of his equally shadow-like scythe into another tree. Why could she just leave him alone? He couldn’t help but think about the comment the noirette said to him before she left, “How pathetic. You need someone else to save your ass because you can’t even do it yourself. You’re weak. And you’re too dependent on others.”

He wasn’t going to stay dependent, Raven had a point for once. And so he was going to change that, it’s true that he had been relying on Oz ever since they got together, and it was insulting to do that to him. Ozpin was a person too, a busy one at that, and he could always stop what he was doing to take care of Qrow. So she was right, he did need to grow up a little and get some independency.

Hence why he was out here in the forest fighting grimm and hitting trees, in order to have independency, he needed to get better at defending himself. As it stands, he was the weakest out of the 3 of them. Glynda kicked his ass on a regular basis, and Oz? Qrow was never a challenge or even a real fight against him. He was sick of being weak.

He swung the scythe into the tree one last time before it came crashing down onto the cerise forest floor in the opposite direction to his own.

“Impressive, that only took 3 hits from you.” Qrow jolted at the sudden, but familiar, accented voice.

Great.

Ozpin was here.

Qrow grimaced, back turned to the other “I thought I said I wanted to be alone.” “I guess you could say that I figured out why you’re out here.” God, sometimes he hated how Oz spoke.

He couldn’t tell if he was happy, concerned, or pissed at him. At this point he was expecting anger.

And at this point, he really didn’t want to be having this conversation.

Qrow scoffed as he looked for another tree to hit, “Oh yeah? And what would that be?” Emphasizing his words as he struck into the trunk and bark of another innocent tree. “…You want to be stronger, I understand that. But you’re irritated that I have refused to train with you.” He spoke quietly “That irritation went away when that tree fell” Qrow commented as he pointed at the former tree. “It’s for the better I don’t train with you.”

“And how’s that?” He could practically hear the eyebrow raise. Fuck he hated how well he knew Ozpin sometimes, just to know small things like that made things difficult. Qrow swallowed down a smartass comment and responded “Independency. You, are a busy man, and you don’t have time to constantly be cleaning up after my messes and mistakes. To constantly be taking care of me.”

He attempted to swing into the poor tree again but his arm was grabbed. Ow, that’s right, he’s injured, he almost forgot about the fact that the grimm had given him a new set of possible scars from the fight he had what seemed to be hours ago. Finally, for the first time throughout their conversation, he looked at Ozpin.

He didn’t look angry. He looked……sad? Concerned? Whatever the hell it was, it sure wasn’t anger. Qrow felt a pang of guilt shoot through him at Oz’s expression. He was feeling that way because of him.

Ozpin stared at him for a moment before speaking in his ever so iconic atlesian accent, “When did I ever say that? When did I ever tell you that I didn’t have time for you, that I didn’t want to take care of you? And where is this “independency” thing coming from? Qrow, you are already independent. You took care of yourself when you lived with your biological family, you looked out for yourself in prison, you did your best to make sure you got what you needed as a young adult, you fight alone, and you live alone. How much more independency do you think you need?”

Qrow thought for a moment before answered Oz’s final question, “I need the independency to not rely on those that I care about” he mumbled.

“No. You are not relying on me. Relying is what Oscar is doing, needing me to get him food, clothes, and a shelter, because he is not capable of doing that himself. You are capable of doing that yourself and you have.”

“This isn’t independency. This is isolation. And you know just as well as I do, that I know my fair share of isolation.” Ozpin spoke quietly, almost as if to not scare or anger Qrow anymore than he already was. Qrow didn’t even have the heart or nerve to respond, he always could never see the different between the two. The two were different words for the same thing in his mind. But he was too exhausted to argue, and it seemed the physical toll of what he did today was quickly catching up with him, as he couldn’t even keep the physical form of his scythe. It had faded away minutes ago.

Qrow once again avoided eye contact with Oz, which seemed to only worry the taller man even more. Ozpin very gently picked Qrow up, Qrow, being too tired to even be surprised at the action. “Let’s get you home and patched up, love.”

Qrow sat on the onyx colored velvet couch, taking note of how pricy it might’ve been due to the quality of the material. He also took note of Ozpin’s hands and the feeling of medication and bandages against his body. They had arrived about an hour ago at the Pine home, although the bubbly orange specter that was normally floating around was nowhere to be seen.

Qrow vaguely remembered his partner mentioning something about Glynda babysitting him, but had been too focused on Oz’s hands to hear the details. He always had a thing for Oz’s hands, how could you not? It was one of his most defining characteristics if you had a close relationship with him.

But it was less what they looked like, although they looked incredibly stunning, and more what they felt like. They were massive, similarly to Oz’s size, but they were gentle, rough but soft. They were well worn from years of being in undesirable situations and hard work. It always fascinated Qrow that he could hold something as fragile as a glass vase with such precision and care but also use something with such weight and force like long memory.

He could probably stare at him doing anything with his hands for hours if Oz would let him. But here he was, sitting on a velvet couch, with his back being carefully and meticulously patched up.

Luckily this was it before he could finally lay down and relax a little, he had plenty of time beforehand to admire Ozpin as his arms, legs, and face were patched up. Although his face was probably the hardest for Qrow due to how close Ozpin was to him at that point. It seemed easy for Ozpin though, he was too focused to notice Qrow’s expression or face heating up.

A voice shot through his thoughts “There we are, all finished love.” Qrow turned around and saw Ozpin smile. “Now then, I will be right back love, I am going to go change and grab us some blankets and a pillow.” He spoke before he gracefully left the room. Qrow rubbed the bridge of his nose, out of physical exhaustion, and emotional exhaustion.

God what a day. And fucking hell he was smitten with Ozpin. It’s a good thing they’re dating. Qrow carefully laid down on the velvet couch and thought about the events of the day, yeah, it had been a shitty day. “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep before I could even give you something comfortable to lay on.” Ozpin huffed, heh, Qrow could hear the hands on his hips in that comment. He chuckled before opening an eye, low and behold, he did have a hand on his hip.

“Nah, just waiting.” Qrow smiled tiredly, “You gonna give me a pillow and a blanket so I can sleep? Or are ya just gonna stand there?” Ozpin tapped a finger to his chin and feigned thoughtfulness, “Actually, I had a better idea. Although you’ll have to sit up little bird.”, Qrow groaned at the command, he was already sore, c’mon “Fiiiiiine.” “Oh hush, you won’t be complaining when I show you what it is I’m talking about.” Ozpin shot back as he sat cross legged on the couch.

He placed the pillow he had grabbed in his lap and guided Qrow into laying down “So?” “You already know the answer smartass.” “I like it better when you say it.” “Fine, yes, this is better.” “Good!”

They sat there for a moment, silent. Qrow had closed his eyes and was already partially asleep when he heard Ozpin start singing a little bit. He opened his eyes and looked at Oz, who peered back at him with golden eyes.

Wait.

Golden eyes?

“Ah…..sorry love, I didn’t—“ Ozpin began to stutter out an apology before Qrow cut him off “I didn’t say stop, I just looked at you. Also, are you staring at me?” He mumbled the last part.

“….yes.” Ozpin mumbled back, “just how much do you love me?” He questioned, Ozpin raised an eyebrow “Why ask love?”. Right, Oz never really knew when his eyes changed colors. “Your eyes are gold right now…”

The revelation made Ozpin’s face heat up “O-oh… well, I love you more than enough if my eyes are doing that.” He laughed. Qrow thought for a moment as he stared at Oz, Ozpin tilted his head curiously, “What are you thinking about love?” Qrow shrugged “just about the fact that I know how much you love me, but you don’t know how much I love you. Sorta wish my eyes did the same.”

“Well, I am sure you love me just as much if not more.” Ozpin leaned down and kissed the others forehead. Ozpin proceeded to start singing gently again, to which Qrow closed his eyes at. Eventually, Qrow had been lulled to sleep and was snoring gently.

Ozpin himself was growing sleepy at the sight, but looking down at the shorter man with admiration and concern. He sighed gently to himself.

“What am I going to do with you love?”

#necromancer ozpin #necromancer qrow #cloqwork #ozqrow #headmaster ozpin #ozpin #professor ozpin #qrow branwen

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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I... don’t know what comment to make about this chapter. Oh, uh? i got like maaaaybe an hour of sleep last night? not even? I read fanfics. @petrichormeraki

Grian ignored the other smp members as he tried to get through the portal. Stupid watcher form and stupid small portals! He just needed Tommy. Tommy needed to be safe. Mumbo wasn’t leaving so he would be safe, but Tommy was through this portal. That wasn’t safe.

He went through the portal himself, just leave him. No, obviously Philza pulled him in there. We are going a little crazy though, maybe it’s safer? No way!; We were protecting him, not Dadza. Should we even be calling him dadza? Watcher.; Release them from the portal. Is there any way to get smaller. I take back what I said about the 6 wings being cool, they’re just in the way now. Make one of the bots go there for him? If Jrumbot goes, he won’t be coming back. Lol yeah, he wouldn’t.

There were a lot of good suggestions, though two similar ones stood out. He could send someone through to get Tommy. Grian started to make another watcher portal to pull someone out, but then shook his head. No, why grab one of them? That wouldn’t be safe for Tommy. He closed the portal again, then looked around and grabbed Mumbo. The redstoner didn’t expect it and had no time to resist and now could only rest helplessly in Grian’s talons.

Grian plopped down on the ground to get better movement of his legs. For a moment things got even fuzzier. What did he have? Was it food? He moved it closer. Oh no, that’s Mumbo! That is not food. Why did he have Mumbo?

You idiot we need Grumbot. Is Grian okay? Guys, what if this is our fault? Mumbo can probably get us to Grumbot. DO NOT EAT THE MUMBO! Guys, it’s obvious why he thought Mumbo was food. Dude, say it and you might get banned. Watcher.; Release them from the portal. Lol I’m only joking. What if he just uses Mumbo instead of the bots? He can rebuild Grumbot if he dies. Dude, not cool. Noooo what if grumbot diesssss!

Grian briefly thought about opening the portal again. Grumbot wouldn’t like it if he got broken and Grian didn’t want to send Mambo there. Mambo. Mambo is a fun type of music. Is there any music around? That would be nice to listen to.

Aaand we’re losing him again. Is Zloy going to come fix this or what? Pixlriffs might instead. Guys, Caterpillar rave! Oh no what have you done! Boo chee boo chee boo chee bu.

Grian started dancing. The voices were making nice music. Oh and what was that? Mamb- Mumbo was saying something. “Grian? Are you okay? What’s going on?” That’s right, he wanted someone looking for Tommy! And Mumbo could do that, couldn’t he. So Grian put Mumbo through the portal. No the infinity portal. Why did he almost put Mumbo in the watcher portal. In fact, why was that there? He was supposed to get something from there right? Why did his head hurt so much?

Grian stopped thinking about that when Mumbo came back through the portal, but he didn’t have Tommy, so the Watcher pushed him back. But again he returned. And again and again and again! He couldn’t get Tommy back if Mumbo didn’t get Tommy. Wait, he was talking.

Grian focused on Mumbo as he spoke. “Grian, that portal that keeps appearing, did you put Xisuma and Tubbo in there? Yes or no.” Oh he was always so nice. He knew just what to do. “Yes. And. No.” Mumbo’s own voice came back.

“What do you mean yes and no?” Oh wait, how do I put it so you can answer. Hmm… Oh, maybe one at a time? Is Xisuma in there?” “Yes.” “Is Tubbo in there?” “No.” Mumbo rubbed his chin. “Okay, well, we still need Xisuma back.” Why did he need Xisuma back, he would just keep letting these enemies in. “Your form is a bit dangerous right now, and if you somehow killed one of us, there’s the chance we couldn’t come back.”

Grian scoffed at the idea. He wouldn’t hurt his friends. They were his friends! How could Mumbo suggest such a thing! But… Tommy probably had that fear. Maybe he had gone willingly because he was scared of that. Oh no what had he done! Grian opened the portal again and then flew into it.

Crumb had curled up on Iskall’s back and started to sleep. None of them had any idea how long they had been falling, just that slowly they had gone from one to two to four and now to seven. Iskall was projecting a game of checkers with his eye which two smp members were playing with to pass the time.

There was a noise, and everyone paused to look up, expecting to see someone new falling in to join them, but they were surprised to see Grian. The lack of gravity proved a problem as some smp members drew their swords and axes with enough force to actually start them spinning around. The Watcher stared down at everyone before speaking. “What is going on? I thought, well last I saw there were only four of you!”

“Grian?” Xisuma spoke up, hopeful about his lucid state.

“Right, this is a watcher plane!” He ignored Xisuma for the time being. I wish I could remember what I was doing before I came in here.

“Maybe you were here to get us out?” Xisuma spoke up again, getting Grian’s attention.

“Oh X, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I mean I literally don’t know since I can’t remember what I was doing just a minute ago. But yeah, getting you all out of here does seem reasonable and… oddly familiar. Probably just me trying to remember.

“Are you doing okay?” Xisuma asked, really taking in Grian’s form.

“Yes and no? I don’t know what’s happening. The other Watchers pulled me away to help me sort of figure out what’s going on, but it’s not the perfect method to let me know what’s going on. For all I know the moment I leave, I’ll try to throw you all back in here.”

“Woah, dat’s a giant bird man!” Crumb exclaimed, waking up from her nap. Grian looked down at her, cocking his head to the side.

“Hello there. I don’t think I’ve met you.”

“Oh! I’m Crumb! My dad is Sprinklez!”

“Sprinkles?”

“Jordan Sparklez. One of my friends from the vault days.”

“Right. Vault gods.” Grian frowned. “Never were a fan of them. Freaked me out when no one could see where you three went.” He then chuckled. “You know, if all of you were here, I would have thought it was their fault.”

“Yeah, well Antonio didn’t make it, though H did.” Iskall pointed to Hbomb, who waved.

“Well, that might do it. I can’t be sure but… once you’re out, before I can do anything more, you’ll need to shout out about it possibly being Vault gods. Zloy should see.”

“Zloy?” One of the smp members asked, making Xisuma look over at them.

“Grian Is a Watcher who just resides in Hermitcraft. There are Watchers, normally multiple, that watch every world. Grian’s told me that one named Zloy is a Watcher of Hermitcraft.”

Grian nodded. “Yeah, you guys have a number of them, but the one in charge is Gxrgeous.” Grian shook his head. “We’re getting off topic. I’ll grab onto some of you and the rest hold onto me.”

After everyone was situated, Grian flew them up and out through the portal he came in through in the first place. The sudden change of energy affecting him made him crash, sending most of the rescued people flying. Immediately, Xisuma was shouting into the air the message Grian wanted sent and just as he finished, he was grabbed again by Grian.

This was good. He got Xisuma out. Mumbo would be very happy. But wait, there are more people out. Why are they out too? They are supposed to go in the portal. They must have escaped when he was grabbing Xisuma. That wouldn’t do.

Grian tried to grab the others that were rescued from the portal, but a few of them followed Mumbo’s guidance to the infinity portal and escaped that way. Grian was upset, but ultimately it was fine. They were still gone. There were just two left to get rid of. This cat thing and one other person.

Isn’t that thing a shapeshifter? Oh, what if she turns into a giant cat? Small brain: Godzilla vs King Kong, Big brain: Grian vs shapeshifting cat. Cat vs bird will not go well. If grian is tweety and the cat is sylvester, he’ll be fiiiiiine. Hey, if it’s really Tommy’s friend, maybe it’ll also leave.

Grian stopped listening to try and grab Crumb before she could do anything more. Just before his talons could wrap around her, a form moved in front of her, holding a sword of some purple material. “Stay away from my kid.” They spoke. For a moment Grian was upset at the new opponent before realizing it would be much easier to get rid of these people with them now in the same place.

A portal formed behind Crumb and Sparklez. Grian could see as the cat noticed it and panicked, though her dad refused to talk his guard down. When the watcher attempted to push them in, he was stopped by Xisuma. “Grian, you need to stop.”

“You need to stop.” Grian replied, wanting the admin to get out of the way.

We kinda did just try to save X, so we don’t want to get rid of him again. Maybe these two are fine and we can just leave them. Why does that guy look familiar? Watcher; Tubbo. What kinda sword is that? Ah yes, I too call my cat my child. Again, isn’t she a shapeshifter?

Grian was trying to figure out why the voices thought this person was familiar. And why had someone mentioned Tubbo. Suddenly one idea popped in his head. “෦႑፩㍘¹١₁𝟘 ꘠❶᱑⓿౸۰༳๑ ႐Ⅰ㍘〇¹႞٠१ ౦Ⅰឱ꣠༠৴០߁” He asked, but no one seemed to respond well, most of them covering their ears. A few people cried in pain, but one stood out. Grian looked at Mumbo and immediately regretted saying anything. The mustached man looked like he was in agony.

Right now everything else could wait. Grian moved and grabbed Mumbo. Grian heard someone try to stop him, but this was important. He took to the air and let magic swirl around him until he was suddenly back at his mansion. The watcher ignored whatever Tubbo was saying to focus on the redstoner, hoping nothing too horrible would happen to him. “M-Mumbo…” Grian mumbled, worried about what might happen.

Tubbo moved closer and immediately Grian was ready to attack them. How dare he try to get closer to Mumbo! But then Grian saw how terrified he looked. Tubbo was Tommy’s friend. He cared for Tommy as much as Grian cared for Mumbo. Or almost as much. Grian… Grian should bring them back together. He needed to. Why did he need to? He didn’t question it and just grabbed Tubbo. The teen seemed to yell in fear, but the Watcher didn’t listen, just took the two of them back to the infinity portal.

Grian put Tubbo through the portal before sitting down in front of it. If anyone could bring Tommy back, it would be them. Their world wasn’t safe and Tommy would want to come back. So he would. It was just a matter of time.

Zloy mumbled as he looked at the documents Pixlriffs had brought. Vault gods weren’t common to deal with, but it would help explain why none of the Watchers could figure out what was going on. Zloy sent for someone to find Pritt since they had the most experience with Vault gods in recent times. The biggest event had been when three of Zloy’s hermits were taken by the Vault gods, but smaller events had occurred after that.

In an accident, they had tried to make claim to Grian, not recognizing his Watcher status. Immediately after that, they tried for Mumbo, but that was also shut down. He doubted they were attempting to go after Grian again, but at the same time, he knew there was some truth to their claim on him. Vault gods were powered by the voices that were channeled through a person. Everyone had the potential for that, some more than others. The three hermits had taken days to recover from the sudden silence that met them on their return. And Grian had always been hearing them. He had learned to block them out, but maybe that wasn’t enough anymore. And if it wasn’t a Vault god, what could do all this?

Dream got the notification of Tubbo’s return. Everyone was back. He could close the portal. But an idea crept up from the back of his mind. What if they tried it again? What if one of them built a new portal and it led to somewhere else. Using a Watcher was helpful, and Dream didn’t want to give that up.

The former admin turned to look at the still unconscious form of Tommy. He could try and use the connection to convince the Watcher to come here. Then he could close the portal. It would be perfect.

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #tommyinnit #grian #grian xelqua #watcher!grian #avian!grian #tubbo #mumbo jumbo #xisumavoid #crumbl #cuptoast #iskall85 #captain sparklez #dreamwastaken #still not a fan of how dream's persona eminates someone... problematic #zloyxp

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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➳ pickup lines || s.w.

summary: you’re oblivious to the fact that sam, your best friend is hopelessly in love with you. and it kills him inside because he’s been dropping hints for as long as he can remember.

warnings: none, just fluff and a cliche best friends to lovers trope :)

words: almost 2k

a/n: for @marvelsswansong ‘s late birthday present! sorry this was so late and that it’s so bad RIP i tried to write it in one go...anyway our boy sam deserves some more recognition sksksk

“Guess what this shirt is made of?” Sam smirked as he pointed at himself. “Boyfriend material.”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a chuckle. “Oh, stop it.”

He slid into the seat next to you at the kitchen counter, swiping the spare muffin from your plate. “Y’know what’s on the menu today? Me-n-u.”

You just shook your head, spreading jam across your toast before biting into it. “Wow.”

“They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth,” he cleared his throat, “well, apparently, nobody has ever been standing next to you. You are absolutely breathtaking.”

“I look gross,” you argued as you tried to hide your face with one hand, “I got three hours of sleep after helping Bruce in the labs and I’m a mess.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. You always look beautiful. Especially to me.”

Even if he was joking, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach at his comment.

“Oh my god, will you shut UP,” Bucky groaned. “You’re cheesy as fuck, Wilson.”

“You’re just jealous because nobody likes you,” Sam retorted.

“Ooh, shots fired,” you whispered, cupping your hands around your mouth, “need some ice for that burn, Barnes?”

“He isn’t wrong, though,” Wanda shrugged, pouring herself a mug of coffee, “the chemistry is evident here. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten together yet.”

You let out a long sigh and went back to focusing on finishing your meal, not noticing the several glances Sam stole out of the corner of his eye at you.

...

“Y/N. “

“Natasha,” you replied without breaking your concentration on murdering the punching bag in front of yourself.

“Girl, how long are you going to keep this act up for?”

You dropped your fists by your side, sighing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You and Wilson.”

“What about it?” you questioned as you began unwrapping the tape from your hands. She handed you your water bottle and you took a long sip, “We’re best friends. I don’t see anything special about that.”

“Best friends or not, he clearly likes you. I’m not gonna sugarcoat this: you’ve been the most oblivious idiot ever. If what he’s doing isn’t obvious enough, then I don’t know what is.”

“He does not. Sam’s just being Sam. That’s who he is. It’s in his nature to joke around.”

“Does he use pickup lines on me in every other sentence he speaks? No. Does he do that to Bucky? Never-”

“Because him and Bucky are rivals, and you guys are just f...”

“Just friends! Babe, you proved my point.”

“Oh, shut up...”

“If you don’t take matters into your own hands, then I will. You keep turning the poor man down and you don’t even know it. Tragic.”

“Natasha, I do not like any-” The redhead gave you her signature ‘look’, crossing her arms over your chest. Your shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine. I don’t know. I guess I’m scared.”

“What reason do you have to be scared? You’ve gotten shot, you’ve led countless teams into battle before, you’ve taken out aliens with the power of your fists alone. Hell, we survived the Red Room together, and you’re afraid of catching feelings?”

“What if I embarrass myself by telling him?”

“Are you nuts? He’d be over the moon if you did so much as react to what he said. Poor guy’s feeling discouraged by your poker face. Give him a chance. He’s your best friend, you don’t wanna ruin the relationship you have together.”

“Fiiiiiine.” You whined and tossed your sweaty towel at her. “Now leave me alone so I can go take a shower.”

She laughed and tossed it back. “Alright. Tell me when you’re officially dating!”

“I hate you!”

“Love you too, babe!” she called out after you as you left the facility.

...

“SAM!” you yelled from the bathroom “Get your ass over here!”

“Am I in trouble?” he asked innocently as he peeked his head through your doorway. “You need something?”

“I forgot to bring a shirt with me. Can you get mine from the laundry? The black one?”

“Yeah, of course.” You heard him shuffling around before falling silent, then there was a knock on your door. “Here. Take this.”

“Thanks,” you nodded before taking the shirt and closing the door behind you.

You looked down and let out a groan when you realized he’d mixed up the shirts and given you his instead - a V-neck you’d seen him wear plenty of times when you, him, and Steve went on morning runs together. It was ridiculously tight on him and you absolutely hated it because you couldn’t help but stare. But you didn’t like him. Definitely not.

Right?

Right.

You trudged down the hall to the kitchen, walking into to see Bucky’s and Sam’s awaiting smirks.

Crossing your arms, you raised an eyebrow at him, “Samuel, where is my shirt?”

“Dunno,” he feigned innocence, “I got mixed up.”

“Okay.”

“I’m no photographer, but I can picture you and me together,” he sent you a finger gun and a flirty wink.

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day. “You’re such a sap.”

“Y/N! Hi!” Peter dropped his backpack and rushed forward, tackling you into a big hug.

You stumbled backwards in surprise but quickly returned the gesture, ruffling his hair playfully. “Hey, kid. How was school?”

He made a face. “Sucked. I actually need your help with an assignment. I’m supposed to interview three role models in my life about stuff and Mr. Stark is in the middle of a conference call right now so...yeah.”

“Oh!” Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Me? I’m not special-”

“If you weren’t special then Ned wouldn’t constantly fangirl over you to me. He always asks me if it’s true you can shoot lasers out of your eyes and hands.”

You chuckled. “I feel honored. Count me in, Queens.”

The two of you headed off to the labs together, and as soon as you left, Sam let out a loud groan, his face falling into his hands. “She doesn’t get it. I keep throwing hints her way but she doesn’t get it at all. I don’t understand. What exactly am I doing wrong?”

“Y/N isn’t an openly affectionate person. She rarely ever tells people how she feels. She usually conveys her emotions through killing her enemies and channeling all her energy into punching bags,” Bucky replied simply. “And the occasional Mario Kart deathmatch. She’s not very easy to read.”

“Even I had a hard time getting to her,” Wanda admitted. “She’s very...private. Prefers to keep her feelings to herself.”

“Does she even have any sort of clue?” Sam looked over at the young woman with a desperate look in his eyes. “Otherwise I’ve been humiliating myself all this time, for nothing.”

“She likes you, but she’s too afraid to admit it,” Steve suddenly spoke up. All heads turned in his direction. “It’s a thing I picked up from my ma when I was young. I can read into body language. And hers, well...she likes you, Sam. She’s just very subtle about it.”

Hope glimmered in his eyes. “She does? So she doesn’t mind my pickup lines?”

The super-soldier laughed. “As terrible as some of them may be, yeah, she doesn’t. I’ve seen her walk away flustered many times.”

“What do I do now?”

“You’re gonna win her over, once and for all,” Natasha declared. “And we’re making sure of that.”

...

“Y/N.”

“Pete.” You glanced over at the teenager, who had stopped furiously scribbling notes down in his notebook, “what’s up?”

“What’s up is you and Sam.”

“What about us?” You quirked an eyebrow. “I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.” The boy wrinkled his nose, “I know he likes you, and you like him. So why do you keep pushing him away?”

“Peter-”

“Y/N, I’ve known about this since we first met. So why haven’t you made a move yet?”

“I don’t know.”

“He’s trying his hardest to win you over and you’re refusing to budge! I bet he feels so bad about it.”

“Oh, God, I know...” you rubbed your forehead and let out a long sigh, “I just don’t know how to react.”

“Send a pickup line right back at him! He loves pickup lines, so gauge his reaction on that!”

“Alright...”

"Back to Chemistry! Which you two clearly already have...”

“Queens!”

“Okay, okay!” You both burst into laughter. “Okay!”

The team had all agreed on an outdoor barbecue, so you all gathered outside on the massive rooftop of the compound to eat dinner. Tony, Thor, Steve, and Rhodey were busy flipping the meat, Wanda and Pepper were setting up the refreshments, while the others were lounging around and casually conversing with one another.

You noticed Sam standing alone by the edge, hands stuffed in his pockets as he stared out ahead at the horizon. He seemed to be deep in thought, but as soon as he turned around and saw you approaching him, his face lit up with a grin that the others knew he only had when you were around.

“Hey,” you offered him a small smile. You felt your heart skip a beat as you locked eyes - the early evening glow only made him look better than he already was. “Penny for your thoughts, Wilson?”

“Are you a magician? ‘Cause when I look at you, everyone else disappears,” he stated.

“Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you,” you replied smoothly, taking him by surprise. This was a first --

“Am I dreaming, or did Y/N just send me back a cheesy pickup line?”

“I did,” you laughed lightly, breaking into what he thought was the most beautiful sight on earth - a million-dollar smile. He’d never forget it. “How’s your week been?”

“Uneventful. You?”

Your face fell momentarily, and he felt his heart drop at the same time. “Could’ve been better.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

You took in a deep breath before responding. “Fury’s got me leading Team Alpha in a recon down south in the Outer Banks. Then as soon as I get back, I’m called to represent the team at a press conference about disaster relief. After that I’m stuck filing reports for a solid six hours and I end up only eating one meal that day. So yeah...it’s been pretty rough.”

“Did you make up for all that lost sleep, though?”

“A little. Compared to my typical three hours, I’d say 5 is a good enough improvement.”

“Progress is what matters. And you did that,” he nodded. “Look, if you ever need someone to talk to...you know I’m always here, right?”

“Definitely. That doesn’t eliminate our weekly Mario Kart competitions with Bucky, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Good.”

You stood there in silence for who knows how long, until he spoke up again.

“Did you know that when you smile, you can’t breathe?”

“Really?” You looked straight at him and gave him the brightest smile your face could produce.

“I’m kidding. I just wanted to see you smile.”

At that moment, all the Avengers immediately stopped what they were doing and froze on the spot.

“I think you broke her,” Peter whispered as he poked you in the shoulder multiple times, and you didn’t move. “That was smoother than butter.”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish but no words came out, face burning with heat - the butterflies in your stomach had turned to hummingbirds. Since when did he make you feel this way?

“Yup,” Bucky coughed, “she’s definitely in love with him.”

"I’m not in love with him, I love him. I have for a while,” you muttered so quietly that he almost didn’t catch what you said.

Now, it was Sam’s turn to be left speechless.

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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FFT: slow roasted; roman reigns

Notes:

This one was sent to my main’s ask by @vonschweetz and I knew I had to post it on here on it’s own post because quite honestly, I really enjoyed writing this out when I wrote it.

Summary:

Trina’s got herself a crush on Roman. And she gets a little tipsy. And proceeds to confess that crush. Roman wakes her up the next morning with coffee and plenty of questions about her confession from the night before. Fluffy af.

Pairing:

Roman Reigns x OFC, Trina

Warnings:

uhhh... alcohol / drinking and hangover fluff.

“Girl. If you order one more drink, you are not walking outta here on your own.”

“I told ‘er ‘at about ten minutes ago. She snuck off from me, came back with the bottle of rum.” Nikki’s eyes settled on her best friend Trina and Trina eyed both women and boldly raised the bottle to her lips. Alicia grimaced and shook her head. “You gonna have more than a hangover in the morning. Your hair is gonna hurt. That’s how bad you’re gonna feel.”

“I-I’m fiiiiiine. Speaking of fine.. Roman when he speared Shane tonight. Unf.” Trina mockingly fanned herself and from the opposite side of her, Naomi burst into laughter and asked, “Did you just..”

“This is a constant thing with ‘er. Bit of a crush on Roman, she’s got ‘erself.” Nikki explained, making Naomi burst into laughter even harder. “Now you clamming up whenever he walks into a room makes perfect sense. Girl.”

“What?” Trina eyed Naomi as she took a few more long sips from the nearly empty rum bottle and then, she let out a long burp, promptly going red in the face and remembering at least part of her manners. After a few minutes, Trina continued, a heavy sigh preceding her words as she shook her head. “Too bad I-I’m not this brave normally.”

“Oh yeah?” Naomi eyed her friend, beyond intrigued. Until a few minutes ago, she hadn’t thought Trina had a thing for her cousin in law, she’d simply thought bigger men intimidated Trina for whatever reason.

Trina sighed dreamily and gave a little giggle and nod. “Yeah. Definitely. T-the things I would say to that man.. Or do, whichever. Either one is fine with me.” Trina trailed off under the intent and curious stares of her friends and went silent but Naomi wasn’t having it.

“Uh uh. I want details, woman.”

Trina waved her empty bottle and nodded to the bartender. “Oh no.. N-nooope. Gonna take more than t-that to get me talking.”

And that’s where the night went slightly off route…

Around 1 am, Alicia and Nikki and Naomi were escorting Trina out of the bar and Trina was.. Giggling and going on and on about Roman. Maybe that’s why when Naomi and her husband finally got Trina heading towards the actual hotel lobby and not the hot tub and pool patio to the side of the building, Naomi half joked that it’d be interesting to just.. Leave her at Roman’s door.

Since apparently, neither party was going to say a single damn word about how they felt to each other’s actual faces…When Jimmy gave her a look and a shrug, she eyed Trina who was leaning against both of them, giggling and humming along to whatever she was listening to on her phone.

“No. We just need to get her in her room.”

“You just said, baby girl.. Ain’t no way either one is gonna actually say or act on how they feel. You know Trina won’t, hell, she clams up whenever he walks in the room and Roman.. Roman wants to make a move but Trina yeets herself right outta the room whenever he enters. My boy kinda thinks she is either scared to death of him or strongly dislikes him. So he’s not gonna say anything anytime soon either..”

“Jimmy.. Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

“Maybe I am, baby girl. Maybe we guide her to Roman’s door, leave and let everything play out?”

“ You know this is opposite what friends would do, right?” Naomi’s brow raised as she cast her husband a glance, waiting on him to explain his reasoning. It wasnt a bad idea, Naomi just… Felt protective over the girl. She had since Trina signed.

“Actually, it ain’t. Desperate times and desperate measures. Worst case, Roman will help her up to her own room. Either way, baby girl.. It gets ‘em talkin. That is what you want, right?”

“Yeah…”

“So, we about to be on his floor. We doin this or are we takin Trina on up to the fifth floor where her room is?”

Naomi mulled it over and nodded. “Fuck it. Worst that’ll happen is like you said. Roman’s a nice guy, he’ll take her up to her room if she asks…”

Trina seemed to perk up.

“Hey, we’re on R-Roman’s floor.. I-I think I wanna get off here. I have.. A lot to s-say.”

“Oh good lord.” Naomi gave a gentle laugh but smiled and nodded. “Okay, we’ll get off here. If you back out, just get Roman to take you back up, right?”

“Oh.. I’m not gonna b-back out.”

Trina marched boldly up to Roman’s hotel room door and started banging on it, looking back at Naomi and Jimmy and bursting into a fit of giggles as she waved goodbye and gave them the thumbs up.

“I’ll call ya tomorrow, Naomi!”

“Good. Please do.” Naomi told her friend as she and Jimmy stepped back onto the elevator…

Roman’s brow raised as he glanced at the door to his hotel room and then the time. He sat down the controller to the XBox and stood. Seth nodded to the paused screen and then asked, “You order pizza?”

“Nah, uce. I’m gonna see who’s out there.”

He chuckled when a glimpse through the crack in the door revealed a very tipsy and giggly Trina standing in the hallway, shuffling her feet, mouth opening and closing. He shut the door and Seth hissed, “Was that Trina?”

“Yeah.”

“Say no more, man. I’ma go find Becks. TELL HER. For the love of God and all that’s holy, man.. Tell her how you feel.”

“I don’t know that right now is exactly a good time.” Roman’s back pressed into the door a little more and Trina called his name from the hallway. He answered her, “Hang on a second baby girl. Just getting rid of Rollins ass.”

“Hey S-Seth! Wish m-me luck A-also, I’m gonna… N-need you t-to get l-lost! No o-offense!”

Seth snickered and shook his head and Roman eyed the door. Seth asked Trina, “Why’s that, midget?”

“I’m about to tell your best f-friend Roman I-I’m crazy i-in l-love with his ass.” Trina replied, stumbling over her words a little, saying them in a rush before she could stop herself or chicken out. Maybe if she just got it all out in the open she could finally stop hiding / avoiding the guy like an actual child.

… or, maybe it’s gonna make everything awkward and weird…. Either way, I can’t hold back much longer… Trina thought to herself, starting the attempt to sober up. It wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have completely drunk off her ass.

Seth snickered a little more and Roman gave a bit of a goofy grin and with a slightly shocked expression, he opened the door to his hotel room, picking her up and stepping into the room again when he realized just how tipsy she actually was.

“Y-you heard t-that…” Trina bit her lip as she tilted her head up to stare at Roman, shuffling her feet and going all quiet.

This had been so much easier, she thought to herself, when it was just an idea in her head…

“Mhmm.. and as soon as you’re all nice and sober, baby girl, bet your ass.. We’re gonna talk about it.. But first, let’s get you sittin down, okay?” he chuckled, restraining a groan as her lips brushed right against the side of his neck. He sat down on the couch and he figured she’d move to sit next to him.

He considered himself surprised when she just kept sitting in his lap. Taking a deep breath, he asked as calmly as possible, “Did you mean what you were sayin to Seth? Answer me, baby girl..”

“Y-yeah..” Trina said it and took a shaky breath. “Yeah. I-It’s true.”

“Is that why you’re always leavin the room when I come in?”

“K-kinda?” Trina tilted her head slightly and Roman tucked his fingers beneath her chin to hold her gaze. He couldn’t help the smile because it felt like a major weight lifted. He’d been wanting to say the same.. Or corner her and ask her if she just strongly disliked him for whatever reason for months now. Now that he knew what she’d say, it did make things a lot easier for Roman to make the next big step.

He leaned in a little; Trina mirrored it, their foreheads bumping a little, sending her into a quiet fit of giggles which was cut short when his hand came to rest on the back of her neck and his lips crashed against her lips as she scooted closer to him, pressing her body right against his, a leg on either side of his body so that she straddled his lap. Roman gave a quiet groan and his fingertips dug into her ass, pulling her even closer. Her teeth tugged at his lip and her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging right around the time his fingers also curled in her hair, tugging and using the grip he had on her hair to pull her mouth into the kiss even deeper.

When the kiss broke, she was breathing heavily and so was Roman, licking his lips and giving a playful grin at her flushed face and swollen lips. Trina leaned in again, one hand at his cheek, the other resting on his shoulder, pulling his mouth back to her own.

The phone was going crazy on the nightstand and Roman kept waiting on Trina to roll over and grab it and answer, but she continued to loudly snore, her head beneath a pillow. Roman reached over and grabbed the phone. She didn’t have any kind of passcode or anything and given the sheer volume of alcohol Naomi informed him Trina managed to consume the night before, he was willing to bet the entire farm that she had a hangover.. Or she would when she finally woke up.

← Girl, you alive?

← Well? How did it go last night? Did you finally tell him?

Roman chuckled quietly and put the phone down, untangling her body from his body to throw on a pair of sweats and a tank top.

They had a coffee shop down in the lobby, he’d seen her going in and out of it a lot. If he went down now, he reasoned, he could make it back up before she was up and about, have coffee and something to eat waiting on her.

Because now that she was sober he was definitely in a mood to actually discuss what her showing up at his hotel room at 2 am and drunkenly confessing her feelings meant to him and how he felt in return.

He bumped into Seth and Becky in the hallway, waiting on the elevator and Seth couldn’t resist chuckling as he asked, “Well? Did you finally say somethin?”

“Not exactly..”

“Goddamn it, Ro.”

“If y’ don’t tell ‘er, ah’m goin to lock th’ both of y’ into a closet, ah swear.” Becky spoke up, tapping her foot and Roman chuckled and then answered calmly, “ I did kiss her though. And she did tell me.. But I dunno if she’s gonna remember anything but the splitting headache I’m thinkin she’s gonna have.”

“Hangover?” Seth chuckled and Roman did the same, nodding. “Goin down to get her coffee. She’s still sleepin it off in my room, as much as I wanted to get up and leave her there by herself. Kinda figured I’d do this and surprise her.”

Seth gave his friend a gentle shove and nodded with an amused grin. “Good idea. Well, Becks and I were about to come down and see if you wanted to hit the gym but no one answered.. Maybe we didn’t wake her up.”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll catch you guys later or something. All I know right now is we are definitely having a serious talk about what she said and what I did after she said it last night.”

“Lemme know how it goes man. I got my fingers crossed for ya. I know how much you love the midget.” Seth teased as he and Becky walked away, opting to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Roman got on and went down to the coffee shop in the lobby and got the coffee and two pastries and made his way back up to his room, going over what he planned to say as he did.

The phone buzzed against the nightstand and Trina reached out an arm, sending the phone to the floor. “The fuck did I do? Did I drink the bar?” she muttered to herself as she slowly slipped her head out from beneath the pillow and rose to a sitting position.

“I’m not in my room? What the hell?” Trina’s eyes darted around and when she heard his throat clear from the doorway followed by Roman saying “Good, you’re awake. How you feelin, baby girl?”

Trina rubbed at her forehead and yawned then as it clicked into place for her, she palmed her face and laughed sheepishly, keeping her eyes fixed on the bed. There was no way in hell she could look at Roman right now, not given what she distinctly remembered ‘boldly’ announcing through a door at almost 2 am.

“You’re not laughing…” she started, her mouth opened and closed and Roman chuckled, moving closer, holding out the coffee he’d gotten her. “More milk and sugar than actual coffee, right?”

“Yeah.” and then it hit her… He knew exactly how she took her coffee. She eyed him and started to ask how he knew, but Roman shrugged and spoke up. “ I know a lot about you. Lot more than you realize. Okay, whoa.. That sounded creepy as hell, let me start over.” he laughed and Trina took the coffee, sipping as she looked at him through a curtain of hair.

Roman reached out, smoothing her hair back behind her ear. “That’s better.”

He couldn’t help but notice that yeah, she was blushing a little bit and it was cute. “That blushing thing you’re doin right now is cute.”

“I’m not..” Trina started but she trailed off, taking a few more sips as she fumbled around for words -or alternately, waiting on him to say anything, even if it was him, laughing his ass off.

“You are. Your whole face is turnin almost as pink as that shirt you were wearin last night.” Roman was teasing gently, he cupped her chin to hold her eyes on him because he noticed that she kept trying to look away.

“About last night..”

“You’re not gonna back out now, are ya?”

“No, I just.. If you don’t feel.. That.. too.. It’s okay.” Trina managed to get it out and quickly busied herself with unwrapping one of the pastries that Roman held out to her, groaning quietly as soon as the smell of cherry hit her nose. “Ugh, I fucking love these.”

“I thought so. You get one every time you go past that coffee shop in the lobby.”

He took a few bites of his own pastry, an apple one, and then, he got back to the discussion at hand. “Me kissin you wasn’t clear enough I guess.”

“To be fair, I kissed you first.”

“Oh no, no baby girl, you did not.”

“Yes. I did.”

Roman chuckled and then reached out, pulling her into his lap, cupping her jaw and mumbling against her mouth, “Well, lemme fix that. Can’t have it goin down anywhere that you made all the first moves, can I?”

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ladyvader23 · 4 years

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Darth Vader’s First Trick or Treat

“What are you wearing?”

Sadly, this wasn’t the first time Vader had asked one of the twins this question. Children, he’d learned, were rather creative when left to decide what clothes they wanted (or didn’t want) to wear.

Leia stared up at him. Even at five, she was small for her age, and the fake stormtrooper armor, tutu, and frilly pink crown almost dwarfed her. It was definitely not what he expected to see when he walked in the door after two weeks of being away in the Outer Rim. “I’m a stormtrooper princess.” She announced, matter-of-fact.

He waited a few breathing cycles before answering. “There is no such thing as a stormtrooper princess.”

Wrong thing to say. The smile disappeared, and she leveled a dark glare at him. A promise of a tantrum of epic proportions to come if he didn’t change course immediately. “I’m a princess.” She insisted, “And a stormtrooper.”

He could have insisted that stormtroopers were well below her, that she deserved to be an empress, but he didn’t dare. He’d learned when to pick his battles. This was not one of them. Still, why would she be dressed as…?

“DADDY!” Luke shrieked from somewhere else in the apartment. Vader tensed, hand going to his lightsaber, but he forced himself to relax, especially as his son came running from the fresher, arms up for a hug.

He too, was also in an odd costume.

He bent down and scooped him up. The boy wore a furry, spotted onesie. A headband was nestled in his mop of blonde hair, two spotted, long ears flopping around from it. His face was painted like...like…

A Loth Cat.

It would seem that he was missing something important.

Thankfully, the twin’s nanny appeared. She was the longest lasting nanny, mainly because the last time he’d killed one, his children had cried for weeks wondering when she was coming back. He wouldn’t be doing that again until they were old enough to understand the consequences of failing him, or they simply didn’t need one anymore. “Ah, Lord Vader.” She greeted with a tired smile. “We thought to expect you tomorrow.”

“I came a day early.” He replied absently, still looking between his twins. “Why are my children dressed like hooligans?”

“Tonight is Hallows Eve.” The nanny, Miss Laena, his children called her, explained patiently. “The Senate is putting on an event for the children of all the Senators and high ranking Imperial officials. We went last year and the twins loved it.”

Behind the mask, Vader made a face. That explained the costumes. “My children are above them. They have no need to dress up like common rabble.”

“Please daddy?” Luke begged, throwing his little arms around his neck. Oh, that wasn’t fair. Pretend as he might, he had little defenses when his children showered him with innocent affection. He couldn’t bring himself to ruin it. “We’ll be extra good, promise!”

“I’ll share my candy with you.” Leia agreed, eagerly.

“I could take them, Lord Vader. We’ll be back by nine.” Miss Laena offered.

“I was expecting an evening with my children.” He would never admit it to the woman, but he missed them terribly when he was away. If he could find an excuse to bring them with him, he would, but they were still too young to be on a Star Destroyer.

“Well...why don’t you go with them?”

His mood barely had a chance to darken before the twins were squealing with delight. His ears wrung from it. “Daddy’s coming!” Leia crowed.

“What are you going to be, daddy?” Luke chimed in.

Vader set his son down. “I am not going to be anything other than myself.” Just like you two should be, he added mentally, but he didn’t say it. The last thing he wanted to do was walk around the Senate building while children in costumes ran around high on too much sugar.

But his children were clearly excited at the prospect of him joining them, and though the idea of Darth Vader, Second in Command to the Empire, Lord of the Sith, joining them on a night meant for children was ridiculous…

He did miss them.

“Miss Laena.”

“Yes, My Lord?”

“We will not speak of this conversation again. I expect you back in the morning before my meeting with the Emperor at nine.”

And that’s how Lord Vader found himself following behind a Loth Cat and a Princess Stormtrooper as they rushed from office to office, collecting candy in black buckets.

The first office they visited, Vader stood directly behind his children, arms crossed over his chest. Luke reached up with his fist and lightly tapped on the door. When no one answered, Vader inwardly sighed. “You need to use your strength, Luke. Like this.” He reached up and pounded.

The door swung open moments later, and they were faced with the Senator from the Hosnian system. “Oh what adorable little…” she began, then her face drained of color when she saw who was standing behind them, glaring through his mask.

“Thank you, Senator!” Leia replied politely, no doubt at the encouragement of their nanny, but the senator didn’t seem to hear them.

“Ah, h-h-h-here, have whatever you want!” She yelped, dumping the entire contents of her bowl into Luke and Leia’s buckets, then slamming the door.

“Wow!” Luke grinned, “Whatta nice lady!”

“More like terrified.” Vader grumbled under his breath as he ushered them towards the next office. The sooner this as done, the better.

The next few offices ended the same way, forcing Vader to give the twins space so that he didn’t immediately scare the senators into inadvertently giving his children a mouthful of cavities. It only mostly worked.

As they continued, more and more children in costumes began running around the halls. They were dressed as all manner of aliens, creatures, droids, characters from holovids, celebrities...to his dismay, he even glimpsed a rudimentary mini Darth Vader running around. “Oh, I didn’t know I could be daddy!” Luke gasped when he saw the other child.

“That is not an option, Young One.”

The longer the event went on, the more he wanted to pick his children up in each arm and carry them home. Tantrum or not, being surrounded by screaming children in costumes was a special brand of torture. At one point, a boy a little older than Luke approached him and dared to tell him that his Darth Vader costume was “just good.”

“Oh, that’s my daddy.” Leia informed the boy. “He’s the real Darth Vader.”

Vader might have been more amused by the squeak of horror from the boy as he ran off if he wasn’t annoyed by being told he only looked like a good impersonation of himself. What did that even mean? How could he look more like himself than he already…?

It didn’t matter. He was a stupid kid. Whatever costume manufacturer dared to make a Darth Vader costume in the first place would be getting a visit from him straight after his meeting with the Emperor. They wouldn’t survive for the next Hallows Eve.

But, blessedly, the twins buckets filled to the brim. “No, you cannot use my cape to get more candy.” Vader growled when Luke brought it up.

“Then what is it for?”

“It’s…” It was because it made him appear more terrifying to his victims, but he wasn’t about to tell his children that. “It’s because I like it. But that’s not the point. You two have enough sweets to last you an entire year. We are returning home.”

“But we haven’t been to all of the offices!” Leia complained, which earned her a long, stern look from him. Even though she couldn’t see his expression, she could sense it, and she sighed. “Fiiiiiine.”

But before they could turn and leave, a cold, dark, horribly familiar presence interrupted them. “Ah, Lord Vader. Is it you who is spreading fear among my senators?”

The fake, gravely voice of the Emperor grated on his nerves, but he forced himself to keep a cool composure as he turned to face the robed man followed by two red guards. Figures he’d make an appearance, if only to keep up the stupid facade of being a grandfatherly figure. “It is not my problem if they are all witless fools.” Casually, he stepped in front of Luke and Leia, attempting to hide them from the Emperor’s view.

The Emperor may have allowed him to keep his children, but there would come a day when he’d decide to risk Vader’s wrath. He doubted Hallows Eve, surrounded by senators and children, was that day but he would never be too careful.

“I didn’t think I would ever see you at an event like this.” The Emperor mused, and Vader didn’t miss how his golden eyes drifted to where Luke and Leia stood, peeping out at the man from behind his cloak. “But it seems I’ve found the answer.”

A chill crawled up Vader’s spine. He shouldn’t have taken them. He should have let Leana do it. He should have…

“I like your costume, Leia.” The Emperor’s voice turned honeyed, inviting. Leia didn’t move from behind him. Good girl. “A stormtrooper and a princess. Clever.”

“Thank you, your highness.” Leia quietly replied. Vader would need to thank Leana for enforcing manners in his children.

But then the Emperor turned his gaze on Luke, and the fake smile faltered. It took everything in him not to block his son from his view. “And Luke. A Loth Cat.” The robed head tilted. “Did you know that you look exactly like your father used to?”

Luke was silent for a few seconds, and Vader worried he wouldn’t respond. But, then, “Thank you, your highness.” His son replied in a soft voice.

The obligatory terrorizing of his children being complete, the Emperor turned back to Vader. “I will see you bright and early.” And there was warning in his voice.

The Emperor was not pleased by his presence at the children��s event.

Vader inclined his head as the older man hobbled by. “Yes, my Master.”

He waited until the Emperor disappeared from sight before he took his children’s hands and led them home as quickly as their legs would take them.

He didn’t encounter resistance.

But, the moment they returned home, the coldness of the Emperor was forgotten. He collapsed on the plush black couch in the sitting room while his children dumped the contents of their candy on the floor to inspect their haul, giggling as they did so.

“One, two, three…” Luke began.

He closed his eyes, trying to push back the headache.

“Twenty four, twenty...oh. I have to start over.”

“Does it matter how many you got?” He asked, dryly.

“Yes.” Leia replied. “Daddy, can you count for us?”

He was a Sith Lord. He had other things he had to do besides…

He helped them count.

“Ha!” Leia grinned. “I have more than you!”

“Actually, Luke has more…” Vader started.

“See? Daddy says I have more!” Luke stuck his tongue out, reaching for a piece of candy.

“No, no candy tonight.” He needed to meditate. That wasn’t going to happen if they were bouncing off the walls. “You can have some tomorrow, but only if you’re good and go to bed now.” He made a mental note to leave specific instructions for Leana.

Thankfully his threat worked. Or at least, it did on Leia. She reached over and gave him a hug goodnight, then rushed off to her room.

“Daddy?” Luke asked.

Already, he was preparing to force himself to stay calm. His patience was running thin. “Yes, Young One?”

Luke approached him, carefully toeing over the candy piles. “I like it when you come. Can you come next year?”

He opened his mouth to remind him that he had duties, that he was usually off planet for this useless holiday, but...he closed it. His son stared at him with such hope in those blue eyes, eyes that used to match his own…

If he wasn’t certain before that his children would be his downfall, he was now. He found he didn’t care.

“I’ll do my best.” He promised, and something in his chest eased at seeing the bright smile on his boy’s face. “I’m glad you had fun, my son. Now, let’s go get your face cleaned up...”

#dad vader series #dad vader #is best vader #luke and vader #leia and vader #my writing #halloween special #one shot #flash fiction #sort of #star wars

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A Palette of Emotions - Artist!Taehyung x Teacher!Reader - Chapter 8 - Invitations and Standing Ovations

Synopsis: Taehyung dreams of being a professional and famous artist one day, but finds that the sea of creativity can be lurking with blood hungry sharks, as well as bland, motionless starfish. Swimming through the sea of opportunities somehow washed him up onto the shore of Bright Star Preschool, as an art teacher. This wasn’t where he expected to be 4 years into his career, but anything to get his big break though, right?

Feat. BTS, TXT, ITZY, Jisoo (BlackPink), Taeyong (NCT)

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Drama, School Setting, Working!AU

Length: approx. 4.6k words

Chapter 8 - Invitations and Standing Ovations

Taehyung stared at Jimin for what felt like forever. He wasn’t sure what to say in response to his friend, who just sat there with a wide grin on his face. Taehyung had to try to process it, but he couldn’t. With a shake of his head, he took Jimin’s shoulders.

“What did you say?” He asked curiously.

“I said that I was able to get you a vendor permit for the Annual Ilsan Art Fair at the end of the month,” Jimin repeated, chuckling. Taehyung blinked. “I saw you watching the news last night at the bar, and it took almost all of my strength not to say anything then. I was waiting for the right moment.” Taehyung blinked. “Does that help your hangover?”

“What hangover?! I can focus on a hangover; I need to start preparing and deciding which of my pieces I am going to bring.” Taehyung practically leaped out of his seat, only to see his vision go black momentarily. His fast-paced movements along with his headache caused him to lose balance for a moment, and he stumbled back on the couch. Jimin couldn’t help back laugh. “Fuck…” Taehyung huffed.

“Don’t worry, you have more than enough time to focus on all of that.” He said. “And don’t get too overzealous, I was only able to snag you a smaller part of the venue. “

“Any place is fine with me. That means that even more people are going to see my work and maybe I can finally start selling stuff and…you know, making a name for myself.” Jimin watched as Taehyung leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at his walls that were still covered in his paintings. He sipped his ginger ale. “How did you even manage it?”

“Well, Mr. Kim had a business meeting with one of the men who appraises some of the art. I managed to catch him as he was walking out, we got on the same elevator, and we started talking. He talked about the show and I brought you up. He gave me all of the information and even waived our vending fee for me.” He grinned. “He was so nice; older guy. Nothing like your best friend, Mr. Oh Min-Jae.” Taehyung rolled his eyes as the mere mention of that man’s name. However, honestly, he could care less. Taehyung quickly embraced Jimin in a tight hug, which stunned an unexpecting Jimin for a moment. However, he almost immediately hugged him back.

“Thank you so much, this is crazy.”

“Of course. What kind of manager would I be if I didn’t try to support you however I could by totally taking advantage of my position at work?” The duo laughed, and Taehyung pulled from the hug, laying his head on the back of the couch. Jimin did the same thing, grabbing his ginger ale to drink. The duo sat in silence for a moment, before Jimin rolled his head over to look at his friend. “…What are you thinking about now?” he asked curiously.

“I want to invite my coworkers to come and see me.” He said.

“That’s a good idea,” Jimin said.

“I know my Hyung’s will all come, but-.”

“But you don’t think the teacher will, right?” Jimin asked curiously. Taehyung nodded.

“I want her to see my real work and how serious and professional I can be.”

“Just ask anyway. The worst thing that she can say is she can’t come.” Taehyung pouted a bit. “Or maybe ask one of the others to invite her along, if you think that she’ll say yes that way.” Taehyung nodded. “As I said though, don’t worry too much right now because you should probably go inside and sleep so that you can function at work tomorrow.”

“Ugh, I hate when you’re right.”

“I don’t,” Jimin said smugly as he finally lifted himself from the couch. Taehyung got up as well, carefully this time, and set his now empty ginger ale can on the coffee table. “I’ll see you this weekend, alright?” Jimin hummed as he gave his friend a supportive pat on the back. Taehyung nodded.

“Right, see you then,” Taehyung said. He walked Jimin to the door, the duo sharing a final goodbye before Jimin took his leave, and Taehyung shut the door, clicking the lock shut. He stood there for a moment, silently waiting for something to happen on the other side of the door. When he didn’t hear the sound of footprints, he slowly unlocked and opened the door. Upon opening it, Taehyung saw Jimin still standing at his front door, crossing his arms. A sheepishly adorable boxy smile appeared on Taehyung’s face as he stared at his short, unamused friend.

“…Go to sleep. Do not stay up working or you’ll feel worse tomorrow than you do now.” Taehyung groaned.

“But-.”

“Tae.” Jimin huffed, pouting Taehyung groaned.

“Fiiiiiine.” He said. Jimin nodded, finally turning on his heel and heading down the hallway to the elevator at the end. Halfway down the hall, Taehyung waved him off and finally closed the front door. Almost immediately, as if he didn’t hear a word his friend said, Taehyung turned back to his work desk and the paintings that surrounded the top and bottom of it. He huffed. “There’s no way I can sleep now.” He mumbled to himself, walking towards the work desk. He plopped himself down and began shuffling through some recent doodles he had been doing. “I need to get some work done.”

As Taehyung began to skim and doodle, he found himself extremely lost in thought. He was so focused on making sure that he had something new and exciting ready for the end of the month. He was so busy in thought that he had blocked out the rest of the world as soon as he sat himself down in that seat. It was a trait that caused many nights where he would stay up to meet the sun. However, back then, he was unemployed or working part-time, and could afford to go to sleep at his desk for ten hours at a time. This was no longer the case. And Jimin knew that as well, probably even better than Taehyung did.

Taehyung was so focused, he didn’t hear the click of his front door or the slow creaking of it opening up behind him. He didn’t hear footsteps step into the front entrance or the door close behind him. However, he did hear a loud, and extremely annoyed-.

“BEDTIME, KIM TAEHYUNG!” The high-pitched voice startled Taehyung right out of his seat, and he practically darted to his room like a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Jimin watched him scurry to his room with his tail between his legs, and he huffed, quickly following after him. “I swear to God, I’ll burn your vendors permit if I find out you fucking stayed up all night.”

“Okay, Mom,” Taehyung shouted from under the covers of his bed. Jimin sighed, crossing his arms. “Telling me about the biggest opportunity of my career is going to keep me up anyways, you know.”

“Yeah, you said that about the last art show I managed to get you into,” Jimin said. “You’ll thank me when you wake up tomorrow with no bags under your eyes.” Taehyung snorted.

“That’s funny. Those bastards live under there now, rent-free and I can’t kick them out because each one has two kids.” Jimin chuckled a bit.

“Goodnight, Tae,” Jimin said. Taehyung only groaned, keeping his head under his pillow as he heard his friend make his exit and close the front door behind him. Once Taehyung was alone, he poked his head out from the covers and stared up at the ceiling. He wanted to get up, he wanted to get up so bad and start to work, his fingers were itchy and eager to draw or paint or something. He gripped the sheets, however, because he knew Jimin was right. He needed to sleep and get ready for the next day. He couldn’t have another mess up like he did today. Not if he could help it.

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Taehyung found himself scratching his head as he headed into the building early the next morning. He couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. He was so excited, then anxious, then excited again that he had to get up and pace the room a few times when sleep wouldn’t overtake his body. When the sun came up, he managed to squeeze in about 6 hours of sleep, which when paired with two cups of coffee, was perfect for him. Taehyung put his hands in his pockets as he headed down the hallway, passing Seokjin’s office. As he passed by, he heard voices talking inside. As he got closer, he could hear the voices even clearer. And neither of them seemed happy.

Inside, you were pacing Seokjin’s desk, hands behind your back. Seokjin was sitting at his desk, eyebrow raised in confusion as he watched you.

“Will you stop pacing?” Seokjin asked. “How about you finally tell me what’s on your mind instead of rambling to yourself.” When you finally stopped, you turned to him.

“Do you think your lecture yesterday got to him?” You asked curiously. Seokjin groaned, his head lolling back in his chair to stare up at the ceiling. “Sir, I’m just asking-.”

“I know it did. He looked upset. Now can you stop with all childish behavior please?” Seokjin sounded extremely annoyed. You blinked, the sound of the more annoyed President Kim making its way into the room over the jovial and upbeat Kim Seokjin. You stopped pacing and turned to him. “Seriously, it’s getting old and I’m getting frustrated.”

“N-no, listen. I’m not trying to give him a hard time here-.”

“Yes, you are,” Seokjin said simply. Taehyung blinked, now finding himself pressed up against the door to get a better listen. “It’s enough now. I spoke to him; he knows what is expected from him and now you need to stop.”

“But President-.” You tried to continue but Seokjin stood up. He was much taller than you now, and as you tilted your head up to look at him, you could see how annoyed he was, the fire burning in his eyes. That scary demeanor only made him seem ten times taller, and you a million times smaller. It sent a shiver up your spine.

“I swear to God if you keep this up, I will send you home and have Hoseok run the class himself. You’re not doing any favors to yourself or the kids by acting this way.” Your heart immediately sank into your chest.

Inside, you had your arms crossed and your eyes cast down to the floor, chewing the inside of your lip. Seokjin groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, that was too far.” He said.

“You’re probably right though.” You said softly. “I just want to make sure that the kids are safe no matter what. It’s nothing against him.”

“It seems that way,” Seokjin said. “You were in there; did anything looks out of place yesterday other than him looking a bit tired?”

“No.” You said.

“The kids are fine. If it happens again, it’s for me to worry about, not you. But I trust that it won’t.” Seokjin walked over to you, placing a hand in your hair. “You feel this upset about his hiring?” You shook your head.

“No, not anymore. I know the kids like him and I know in my soul that him working here eases my workload a bit and I should be happy but I don’t know. I want to do it all; I’d teach the physical education if I was athletic at all.” Seokjin laughed a bit. “I can’t describe it.”

“But that’s not Taehyung’s fault.”

“I know.” You admitted. Seokjin grinned a bit.

“So, what do we say when we know we do something wrong?” Seokjin hummed, a mocking tone in his voice. You grimaced as he began to laugh once more, feeling even worse hearing this being said to you instead of saying it to a misbehaving child. You pouted.

“President, please-.”

“What do we do~?” he repeated. You groaned.

“Say sorry.” You mumbled, huffing. Seokjin laughed once again, and you couldn’t help but grin a bit too.

“Then shall we? He must be here by now.” Seokjin spun you around and began leading you towards the door.

The sound of footsteps heading towards the door made Taehyung’s eyes widen. He didn’t want to be caught eavesdropping! His eyes scanned the left, right, and even the ceiling, hoping that a magical hiding spot would appear. However, just as he was about to hide, the door opened and he saw Seokjin and you walk into the hall. He stood at attention; eyes cast to the floor.

“Uh…Good morning…” he said after a long silence rang through the hallway. When he looked up, he saw Seokjin grinning ear to ear.

“Good morning, Taehyung. Do you feel better?”

“Yes. It won’t happen again.” He quickly assured. Seokjin nodded his head. Suddenly, he patted your shoulders quickly, and your eyes shot up from the floor as well, coming in direct contact with Taehyung. You felt your stomach do a flip.

This must be what the kids feel like when I do this whole speech to them. You thought to yourself.

“She has something to say to you,” Seokjin said. Taehyung looked at you, and you forced out a deep breath, crossing your arms. Taehyung put his hands in his pockets as you stayed silent. However, after a slight shake of your shoulders, and the sound of Seokjin’s annoyed voice behind you uttering your name, you huffed. Your heart was pounding

“I’m sorry, okay?” you said. “I shouldn’t take my insecure anger out on you and it was rude and unprofessional….” Taehyung blinked a bit. Unprofessional, hm? It hit Taehyung differently hearing the word directed towards someone else. Taehyung nodded his head after a moment when he realized you had stopped.

“Oh, uh-.” Taehyung stuffed his hands in his pockets, pursing his lips as he tried to think of what to respond with. “Don’t worry about it, okay? I just want us to work…you know…well. So, let’s just have a clean slate?” Pulling one of his hands out of his pocket, he stuck it in your direction. You looked down at it, before glancing back up at him. You huffed, smiling a bit as you stuck your hand out and shook it firmly. Taehyung grinned a bit, and you noticed for the first time how boxy and warm his smile was. Just as you took a moment to admire it, a voice was heard behind you.

“I didn’t buy it, should I have you do a deep bow to him and apologize that way?” Seokjin asked. You immediately turned in the direction of your grinning President, who began laughing as you playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Ow!” He gasped as he continued to laugh.

“Would you stop causing trouble at every turn?” You asked, pouting. Taehyung blinked, unable to hold back an amused chuckle. You looked over at him, a pout still stuck on your face, along with a few tints of blush. “What’s so funny?!”

“….I would really accept your apology if you do a deep bow,” Taehyung added. You huffed.

“I’m going to my classroom.” You said, storming away as the boys continued to chuckle behind you. Suddenly, Taehyung stopped laughing, eyes wide as he remembered what he was planning to stop them about in the first place.

“Ah, w-wait a second.” Taehyung began, turning in your direction.

“NO! I don’t want to hear it, bullies.” You huffed, closing your door with a playful force that shook some of the wall posters nearby. Seokjin snickered as he saw Taehyung push his lips together in annoyance.

“What did you have to tell her?” Seokjin asked curiously. Taehyung looked over at his boss, before sighing.

“Well…” Taehyung pushed his fingers together. “My manager got me a vendor’s permit at the Ilsan Arts Festival this month.” He began. “And well…I wanted to ask if you guys were able to come and see me….” Taehyung waited for a response. He had never really asked anyone to see his work at a show before, as a lot of them were smaller and pretty intimate, only containing the managers, a few family members, and some art critics. Occasionally, the public would come, but in small droves due to low capacity. However, this was now a huge art festival that could hold tons of people. And he wanted his coworkers to be there. For a moment, there was no response from Seokjin, and Taehyung got a bit discouraged. He most likely has plans. Taehyung thought to himself. Taehyung looked at him. “I was going to ask her, and Hobi-Hyung and Yoongi-Hyung too…” Taehyung added.

“Hmm, you’re going to show your art?” Seokjin asked. Taehyung nodded. “…Consider us all there, then.” Taehyung blinked.

“Really?” Taehyung asked, eyes lighting up in excitement. Seokjin nodded.

“I think it’s a great way to promote comradery between everyone here once and for all.” Seokjin clapped his hands together. “I’ll call Yoongi, you tell Hoseok when he gets here.” Taehyung nodded and Seokjin patted his shoulders, a grin on his face. “This is exciting. I finally get to see your work in person.” Taehyung nodded.

“Y-yeah. I’m excited too.” He admitted. “It’s one of the biggest art shows I’ve gotten to show my work at.” Seokjin nodded.

“We’ll talk more later, so get ready for the day.” Taehyung nodded as the duo parted ways. As he passed your room, he peeked into one of the windows beside the door. He could barely see inside from behind the construction paper rocket ship on the door, or the multitude of big stars and a moon on the wall. He had to poke his head in the ‘O’ of the phrase “Lift Off to Pre-School!” that was plastered on top, and he accidentally knocked down a cut-out astronaut with Lia’s name written on it, which he had to sneakily put back in its place. However, when he finally got a good look, he saw you standing by the board. Your back was toward the door, a marker in your hand as you began writing and drawing on the board. Taehyung couldn’t see the entire thing, since your body covered most of it. However, when you looked to your right, he saw the profile of your face and pursed his lips. The look of absolute focus on your face was a vast contrast to the puffy cheeked, childish pout that was on your face only minutes before. He couldn’t stop staring as you tugged your hair into a scrunchie ponytail, before walking over to one of the cabinets and opening it, now completely hiding from his view behind the door, only your feet poking out. Taehyung, realizing he should probably step back, went to do so, when he heard a high-pitched voice.

“Your classroom is down the hall, Taehyungieeee~.” The voice made Taehyung jump, and he spun around to see Hoseok, standing behind him with a grin. “Are you spying?”

“Yes! I mean no.” Taehyung said quickly, cheeks flushed. Hoseok immediately covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. “…I just wanted to see what she was doing. I wanted to ask her a question but-.”

“She’s probably lost in thought right now, there’s almost no getting to her while she’s in prep mode,” Hoseok assured. “Want me to pass a message along?” Taehyung looked back into the room for a moment, seeing you close the closet and walk over to one of the desks, squatting down to its level and spreading out materials.

“Well, I have an art show at the end of the month, and I want everyone to come and see my work,” Taehyung said simply. “She just apologized to me for the ways she’s acting, but Seokjin-Hyung kind of forced her so I don’t know if we made up or not, and I don’t want to be a bother.” Hoseok sighed a bit, fixing his bag.

“I’ll tell her. She’ll come if I force her.” Taehyung looked at his Hyung, who was now smiling with a finger pressed against one of his dimples.

“I guess she can’t say no to that face, huh?” Taehyung mumbled, amused a bit by his childish Hyung. Hoseok laughed a bit.

“You’d be surprised, but I can be pretty convincing when I want to be.” Hoseok patted Taehyung’s back. “I’ll suggest it. See you later.” He grinned. Taehyung nodded, finally heading to his room as Hoseok entered the classroom. He took another glance into the classroom, watching as Hoseok approached you, a spring in his step. When you turned to face him, Taehyung took that as his time to leave and make his way to his classroom. As he sat down at his desk, his eyes scanned the walls, the off-white paint slowly being covered up in all directions by scattered collections of the student’s dried artwork. All he could see as he scanned the room was his childhood bedroom, which looked extremely familiar visually. Scribbles and sketches covered all of his carefully placed wallpaper, crumpled up paper took up more of the floor than any number of toys ever could. He felt as if he was eight years old again, kicking his legs at the desk in his room as he continued to draw on a sheet of slightly crumpled printer paper. He could even hear the footsteps of his mother approach him from the door.

“Taehyung, have you even finished your homework?” She asked. Taehyung looked up, his pencil gripped tightly in his hands.

“No.” He said, much to his mother’s disdain. “But I don’t need homework, Mom. I’m going to be a great artist one day, just like Vincent Van Gogh!” A deep, frustrated groan escaped his mother’s lips as she hit him over the head just slightly, making the boy pout. “Ow!”

“Enough with that nonsense. No son of mine is going to struggle his way through life. Art is a fine hobby, but be practical.” Taehyung watched his mother yank the paper from in front of him, crumpling it up in her hands. “Now get your homework done, and don’t even think about coming out of this room until it’s all finished.” She demanded. Taehyung watched her storm out, slamming the door and ending the conversation right then and there.

Taehyung’s memory was pulled away by the sound of his phone vibrating. When he looked over, he saw Jimin’s face showing up on it. Quickly he answered it.

“Uh, hello?”

“Hello, future Van Gogh~.” Jimin cooed happily. “Just calling to tell you that I found out exactly where our vendor spot is going to be for the festival. I sent it to you over text but was shocked to not receive a reply right away. Are you working on lessons or something?”

“Oh uh, no,” Taehyung assured. “I just kind of zoned out. Took a trip down memory lane, I guess…” Jimin hummed. “I’ll check the text message right now, though. Thanks.”

“So, what’s the status with your coworkers?” He asked curiously.

“Well, President Seokjin said he can get everyone to come, but Hoseok-Hyung is going to sweeten the pot for her to say yes,” Taehyung said. “So…yeah.” Jimin grinned.

“That’s great.” He said. “Okay, well if you’re not dead, I need to get back to work before Namjoon finds me and beats me up for sneaking off. I’m supposed to be getting him important documents.”

“Enjoy…” Taehyung said. Jimin laughed a bit, saying his goodbyes before the two of them hung up. Taehyung set his phone down and looked at the desks before him. The materials for the day needed to be pulled out, and Taehyung needed to get an example or two prepared for the children to use as a guide for the craft. He stood up, cracking his back as he strolled over to the cabinet, pulling out a bunch of dollar store mirrors and setting them down. He also collected a stack of paper and a box of markers and crayons. He had planned to have the students pair up and draw each other. His example was done, not forcibly of course, with Jimin before today. He was curious to see what such young minds could see when doing this, and how they were able to put that into a visual art on paper. It was bound to have a few laughs. Taehyung looked up at the clock, knowing that he had more than enough time, and he could probably go outside and greet the kids with you and Hoseok, so that was exactly what he planned to do. Strolling out of his room, he saw you and Hoseok already heading down the hall towards the door, talking to one another. As he watched you, he glanced back inside of his class, seeing the two weeks’ worth of artwork that scattered his walls. As he stared now, he was no longer being brought to the past, but instead was being shown the future. The pictures on the walls morphed from cute and amateur children’s work to abstract, stunning canvases of magnificent artwork. Taehyung could recognize some of the portraits as his own, but some he couldn’t recognize visually, but he could identify them deep in his soul as if they were his, he just didn’t know it yet. He could see the vendor spot perfectly in his mind, though he had no idea what it looked like for real. All he knew was that every day that passed, every hour that passed, every minute that passed, he was closer to it. As he closed the door, he hurried towards his coworkers, hoping to catch up with them in time.

He just couldn’t wait for it.

“Hey, guys.” He said when he approached. You and Hoseok turned your heads, only Hoseok offering a smile to Taehyung. “I wanted to come to say good morning to the kids today.”

“…Okay.” You said simply, turning back around. “Hoseok told me you’re showing art at the Ilsan Art Festival this month.” You said simply. Taehyung nodded.

“Uh yeah.” He glanced in Hoseok’s direction, who offered his friend a smile and a thumbs up. “My manager got me the spot through work. I was hoping you guys could come and see my real art.”

“What? Do your paper plate goldfish with glitter not count as real art?” You teased, smirking. When you didn’t get a reply, you turned over your shoulder to see Taehyung, and Hoseok did not look amused. “…What? I was joking.” You had to clarify, though it didn’t seem to help. You sighed.

“Anyway, are you coming? President Kim said everyone was going to, but-.”

“I uh, I mean I guess.” You looked over at him once again. “The way I’ve treated you…and you still want me to come?” Taehyung nodded.

“Well, yeah of course.” He said simply, putting his hands in his pockets. “I want you all to see my art. Besides, I think we’ve already realized as a group that I’m the nicer coworker out of us.” Hoseok snickered as your eyes widened. Taehyung couldn’t help but grin his little boxy grin. “What? I was joking.” Now, Hoseok began to laugh, and you turned to him.

“Oh, but you laugh at that!?” You asked, which only made Hoseok laugh harder. “It’s not funny!” Taehyung watched you shove Hoseok, and despite the annoyance etched on your face, a smile found its way on there as well. Taehyung smiled as he stared at the scene before him, and he could only imagine one thing.

He could only imagine how stunning your face would look sketched out on a beautiful, white canvas.

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