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baddiewiththebook · 11 months ago

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Over the Years | e.m x reader | p. 2

-> The origin story of Eddie Munson, and how he fell in love with the worst person he possibly could - his best friend.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language, suggestive themes, smut [18+]

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Sep. 1974

It’s as if you’re already going off to college. Dropping her baby off for the first day of first grade gives your mom crippling worry. She tugs at the fabric of your frilly pink top that she was gifted while you were still in her belly.

There is a part of her that always wants you by her side. She can’t let go of when you were a brand new babe. You and her did everything together. She still sits in the back with the other parents, while you practice at your etiquette classes on Saturdays.

If you could tell her how ridiculous they are without shattering her spirit, you would without a second thought. Who knew there were so many different types of spoons? Or that walking with your shoulders up is aggressive and unladylike?

You have much more fun when you’re digging for worms with Eddie and racing him around the trailer because you’re faster than him even on such short legs.

A set of footsteps approach from behind where you stand at the front of the school. It tears your mom up, but she’s got to stop picking at your clothes and slicking down loose pieces of hair. You’re clean, you’ve been fed a full meal and you have your lunch pale. Oh - she twists your arm. Lunch pale? Where’s your- the pink strap drops from her shoulder.

“Here, baby,” she might lose her head if she isn't careful. Handing over your lunch pale, she loops the strap over your shoulder and secures it with a tight tug. “You ready?”

Wayne’s giving a lecture to Eddie about responsibility, and he’s hoping that whatever Eddie is staring at behind him isn’t too interesting and that he’s actually listening to what his uncle is saying. Alas, there’s only so much he can do.

“You take her hand and you walk her straight to her classroom. Eddie,” Wayne’s warning straightens Eddie out, “make sure the teacher sees her. Okay?”

“I got it,” Eddie kicks the gravel under him. “Can I go now?”

“Hug,” it isn’t a question and Wayne sneaks a kiss on the top of Eddie’s head.

Meanwhile, your mom is suffocating you into an endless hug. She holds back her tears as best as she can, but her sniffling gives away the secret.

When she’s ready, you turn away from her. Your backpack is half of your size. Silly little doodles and sparkles scream out across the fabric.

Eddie holds out his hand, and you gladly wrap your fingers around his. The two of you are sucked into the swarm of kids entering the school building, and your mom will stand there until she absolutely is sure that pink glittery bag is gone.

“Do you think it ever gets easier?” She toys with the necklace around her neck.

Wayne wipes her eye, “no, I suppose not.”

“Do you want to get a bite to eat before I head off to work?” Your mom offers. “I’ll pay.”

“I’ll pay,” Wayne shakes his head. “I’ll meet you at the diner around the corner.”

The crowd tightens inside the school, where you’re hardly able to move around the sea of kids. Parents hang around outside of the classrooms waving goodbye to their children.

You’re hardly sure of yourself. The school is still new under your feet. Tile slips beneath you. Everything smells fresh inside. It’s clean. You’re a fan of clean.

Eddie keeps to his word and even tightens his grip when you’re about to be separated by a bigger guy. Fifth graders. They’re all that once they’re at the top of the food chain. Compared to scrawny you, you’re like a minnow in a sea of swordfish.

You near an open classroom where the orange candy colored door has a number one stuck onto a bright orange sun. There’s a few smiley face stickers dancing down the door frame.

A friendly face greets you at the door. Her hair is like the maple syrup you drown your pancakes in. Skin like soap. And, you think she smells like mint.

“Good morning, Eddie!” Her cherry cheeks pinch upwards. “Are you helping your friend to class? That’s very sweet of you!”

Eddie was enrolled in her first grade class a few years ago. Mrs. Clark is one of the kindest ladies that he ever met. They had fun guessing colors and counting numbers together. Sometimes she would give them funny little rewards like candy or cool shiny pencils.

Mr. Brown, Eddie’s new third grade teacher, will surely not do that. The man is about as interesting as a plank of wood. Still, he should try to learn something. Maybe he can finally master cursive writing. That would be a neat trick.

You spin around when Mrs Clark ushers you forward. Brows furrowed into the center of your forehead, Eddie drops your hand and sends you on your way with a wave.

“I’ll see you at recess,” he reassures you.

“Okay,” you swallow those nerves. “Bye, Eddie.”

There’s a hum that separates the classroom from the hallway. Chaos consumes outside the room, but inside is much calmer and quieter. Encouraging posters flash at you from the walls. An alphabet stretches across two corners or the walls at the tippy top. You know your alphabet like you know your numbers because your mom wouldn’t let you rest all summer. She insisted you must know them, before you get into class.

“Do you see your name on the front of any of these desks?” Mrs. Clark encourages your independence.

Weaving between the rows of desk, you do find your name plastered largely on a piece of construction paper that sits atop your desk. You hang your backpack over the back of the desk, before sliding into your chair.

“You can color your name tag if you would like,” she encourages, “you can use your crayons or there’s a big bucket we share over there.”

There’s a whole wall of construction paper, crayons, markers and art supplies that you could choose from. You’re going to enjoy this class a lot. You just know it.

Mrs. Clark leaves you to return to the hallway, while waiting for a few more kids. That cookie cutter grin never leaves her face.

Your mom told you that everything you need is inside that backpack. Unzipping the biggest pocket, you find a purple pencil case. It still has that zesty waxy smell from last year. You go ahead and drop the case onto your desk, before popping the lid open.

“Hi,” pops out a young brunette girl about your height and weight. She’s got on overalls that are one size too big, and she’s missing a tooth in the front of her face.

“Hi,” you smile with all of your teeth.

“Can I borrow some of these?” Her eyes go wide with interest at the particularly pretty pink crayon you have in that box.

You are ready to tell her that there’s a shareable box on the countertop that’s already being picked through by several of your classmates, but before you get the chance, she’s already taken a couple of your crayons. Scrunching your brows into a tight knot, you let the interaction go for now. Your mom’s voice rings in your ears to share with the other kids.

It’s not your favorite thing to do, and your mom chops that up to not having a sibling. Mom says you won’t get one, even though you really want one. Apparently it’s too difficult to get a sibling these days, they’re really expensive. You’ve never seen a store in the mall that sells siblings, but your mom has never been one to lie to you.

They must be rare.

The crayon thief sits right across from you, so you can keep an eye on her. Tongue stuck out from focusing too hard on whatever she’s coloring, you peak over to see. She’s got a cool fish doodled on the right side of the construction paper. The pink is being used roughly to draw some scales across his back.

“That’s cool,” you pipe up.

She finishes the scales, before she speaks to you again, “thanks! Yours is cool too!”

You spent a couple moments drawing lines and shapes across the piece of construction paper in all different colors.

“Thanks!” You say, “What’s your name?”

Lifting the piece of construction paper out in front of her with such theatrics, she traces her name across the paper.

“Robin,” she points. “Yours?”

In a swift motion, you’re also holding up the construction paper so she can read your name off. She nods in acknowledgment, and hands off your pink crayon. Bye, not without sneaking the orange one to scribble a few more scales.

“We should eat lunch together,” Robin decides in that moment. “I don’t have many friends, but I think you’re going to be one of them.”

Your face flushes, “Okay, Robin.”

The moment of chatter has passed, as soon as Mrs. Clark comes into the room with an agenda. She begins by writing her name out in big letters across the chalkboard and then telling you guys something interesting about herself. She has a big dog named Fluffy.

You want a dog, but your mom does not. She tells you that you’re enough responsibility. Dogs are messy.

You never get what you want.

Most of the morning time goes without a hiccup. You’re spelling new words, and your teacher even gives you a list to share with your mom. There’s also something called ‘adding’ and ‘subtracting.’ You haven’t quite gotten the hang of that yet. But, your new friend Robin understands. Her hand shoots up faster than anyone else in class.

By the time lunch rolls around, you’re all told to stand in a straight line at the front of the classroom. Mrs. Clark is leader. You stand with Robin somewhere in the middle, and await your turn to walk. Clutching your lunch bag, you’re excited to share what you have with Robin. She didn’t come with a lunch today, but rather a few dollars to pay for food.

The cafeteria is quite a ways down the hall. You pass by other classrooms that are also ready for lunch. Maybe you’ll find more friends from those classes. Where is Eddie?

When you get into the lunch room, the cafeteria is nearly bare. The children who have a lunch are instructed to sit at a table and to eat what they came with. You’re sitting down amongst a small group of girls that hardly pay attention to you. Their pretty bows wrapped in their hair and their nails all painted up tells you what you need to know.

“This seat is saved,” is also a clue.

You scoot down to give them room for their friend that will never come. Putting your lunch box on top of the table, you undo the straps to find what’s inside. Your mom has given you a sandwich with the crusts cut off. There’s a baggy of chips and a juice pouch. Your favorite flavor.

While you snack on the chips, the cafeteria begins to flow with more life. Eventually, you do see Eddie. He comes into the cafeteria with his own classroom. They’re rambunctious and awfully loud. Eddie heads for the long line to buy his lunch, but not before catching you sitting by yourself and he sends a wave your way.

You wave back at him, and hear the girls next to you snickering. Dropping your hand, you go back to hiding in your bag of chips. One of the girls leans to your ear;

“Do you like-like him or something? Is he your boyfriend?” She snickers. “He looks like a girl. Look at his hair! Do you like girls or something?”

“Eddie is my friend, and he’s not a girl,” your eyes begin to well up, but you take a deep breath before any of them fall.

“Aw,” she doesn’t miss a beat, “you gonna cry? Where’s your mommy?”

Robin approaches the scene just in time, as she overhears these pigs making fun of you. Slamming her tray in between you and her, she swings her leg over the bench.

“This seat is saved,” the girl scoffs, then puts her hand on the bench.

“I don’t see any name on it,” Robin sits hard onto the girls knuckles.

The girl yelps, and babies her fist.

“Are you going to cry?” Robin imitates the girl’s pouty lip.

“I’m telling!” The girl shouts in defeat.

“I’m not scared of you,” Robin rolls her eyes as the girl gets up. When she’s gone, she faces you, “you okay? Don’t let her get to you.”

“I’m okay,” you hold out your pudding cup. “Here.”

“Oh, wow!” Robin beams. “Thanks! You want my jello?”

“Sure!”

The two of you talk about not-so-important details of each other’s life. Robin’s bedroom has a red clock on the nightstand, and your bedroom used to be an extra closet before you were born. It’s all the same to you. Then, Robin tells you about her parents being business people. She’s not really sure what that means, but the house they live in is just down the street. She says she’ll talk to her mom, and maybe you can sleepover sometime.

You’ll talk with Robin throughout lunch, and then some more while you play on the structure outside at recess. The slide quickly becomes your favorite. Robin really likes the swings. While you push her on the swings, Eddie takes a turn on the one next to you two.

“Hi!” Eddie bounces into the seat.

You wave, “Robin, this is my neighbor, Eddie.”

“Hi, Eddie,” Robin twists about in the swing. “Do you want to play?”

“Okay,” Eddie taps your shoulder. “Tag, you’re it!”

Wind whipping in your face, you dart through the play structure after Eddie. Robin hugs the slide where you can’t see her, but her laughter gives her away. You tap on her shoulder because Eddie has grown much longer legs, and you’re too tired to find him across the field.

You dash away in Eddie’s direction. Screaming at the top of your lungs, you charge at him to yelling that Robin is ‘it’ now. Hugging a tree, you spin a few times, before Robin will give up and run after Eddie.

It’s not too long, before a few of Eddie’s friends join in on the fun. They’re older and much speedier than the two of you, but the chase is so rewarding.

Lungs burning. Heart pounding. A smile that cracks the sides of your lips. The only reason you stop the game is because a whistle blows in the distance. You're beckoned inside by your teachers.

"I'll see you later, Eddie!" You wave to him across the playground.

Eddie shouts from the line forming in front of his class, "Bye!"

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[July 1979]

tags -> @leelei1980 @sheneedsrocknroll92

#eddie munson #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson preference #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fic #stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff

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auradia · 22 days ago

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oh, as ashes turn to dust (tell me that I’m good enough)

characters: cypher & viper (neon, jett and phoenix mentioned. cypher’s family is also mentioned)

no romantic relationships.

Cypher stilled as the telltale hiss of the door caught his attention. Following it were quiet, ever-so-slightly erratic footsteps. Ah, Viper. It seems that she has had her… usual amount of caffeine. After a moment, the steps stopped behind him at the kitchen island. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of Viper making her coffee. Black, just like her soul, as the younger duelists once joked. (They had learned not to extremely quickly.) Neither of them said a word. He was suddenly extremely aware of her piercing stare on his back. Viper cleared her throat. “Cypher. The pancakes are burning.”

All Cypher wanted was a peaceful breakfast. However, when he sees the date, he’s reminded of events he’d really rather not remember. To make things worse, Viper is there to rub salt in the wound. Or… is she?

or:

a certain viper’s (somewhat stilted) attempts to get cypher to open up about his unresolved trauma. well... healing isn't linear, right?

this is just a oneshot I posted a while ago on my ao3. (this thing was written months ago LMAO) thought I might as well post it here too :)

no major content warnings. I think. cypher just has Issues (that I gave him)

ao3 link (alternatively, full oneshot is under the cut)

The door, near-silent, slid open to let Cypher through. This morning, the kitchen was completely empty. Its dull, military-issued appliances somehow seemed even more lifeless than usual. He hummed quietly to fill the silence as he checked what ingredients they had. There was quite a lot of leftover flour, sugar, and… fifteen cartons of eggs. Fifteen. Since when did they need that many eggs?

Ah. Now that he thought about it, he remembered Phoenix saying something about buying too many eggs by accident. Cypher sighed. Knowing him, he probably thought the 12-egg cartons were 6-egg cartons.

He closed the fridge, glancing at the sticky notes that had slowly been piling up on its door. A tiny, scribbled pancake Jett had doodled on one caught his eye. He smiled. Perhaps I should make pancakes. They would be quite happy to wake up to that.

Cypher gathered his ingredients. As he prepared them on the counter, he noticed someone had left the only non-electric mixer out. He sighed, picking it up. He might as well use it, considering it would have to be washed either way. He was quite sure it was there due to a certain little spark—he spent far too much time watching the security cameras to be unaware of her… midnight tendencies. Cypher glanced at the calendar as he walked to the stove.

June 24th. Cypher froze.

For a moment, he swore he could still taste the blood in his mouth, still see the moment their lives were taken by the cold embrace of death. That was the day he lost his family. The day he lost his face. His name. His everything. He gripped the stove ledge. I failed her, then. I will not—no, I cannot fail now. It—

Cypher snapped himself out of his thoughts. He was here to make breakfast, not to get stuck in his head. He still needed to complete the batter. The rest of the Protocol would be disappointed if he didn’t finish in time.

Cypher took a deep breath and loosened his grip on the stove. He continued mixing the batter. The quiet sound was familiar. It reminded him of home. The sight of opening the door to welcoming sunlight drifting lazily through the rooms. The smell of her cooking, wafting warmly throughout their small kitchen. The sound of two pairs of footsteps, one unsteady and one sure, pattering across the tile floor to greet him. The feeling of his hands in hers. The taste of the life he once had, soured by the tang of blood.

Running, coming back to emptiness as silent as death. Air, tasting of sickly sweet syrup and blood. Half-cooked batter, stained red. He wasn’t fast enough. Vigilant enough. He—

Cypher rubbed his temples. Maybe he shouldn’t have made pancakes today.

…On second thought, he was already halfway finished, and Raze was on breakfast duty today. It was a miracle she hadn’t been banned from the kitchen—he’d really rather not eat burnt toast for the third time. As he continued to work, he muttered to himself. “Calm down, Cypher. Gather your thoughts. You have a job to do.”

Don’t fail again.

He carefully poured the batter into the pan. Humming quietly, he stilled as the telltale hiss of the door caught his attention.

Following it were quiet, ever-so-slightly erratic footsteps. Ah, Viper. It seems that she has had her… usual amount of caffeine. After a moment, the steps stopped behind him at the kitchen island. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of Viper making her coffee. Black, just like her soul, as the younger duelists once joked. (They had learned not to extremely quickly.)

Neither of them said a word. He was suddenly extremely aware of her piercing stare on his back.

Viper cleared her throat. “Cypher. The pancakes are burning.”

He blinked rapidly, glancing over his shoulder. Why were his eyelids wet? “Oh! Of course. I will fix that immediately,” he said. His words came out forced, like he had a stone lodged in his throat.

He coughed and turned back to the pan, disposing of the ruined food. He could still feel Viper’s sharp gaze trained on him.

She sighed. “Your hands are shaking. You’re going to ruin the food.” She thought for a moment. “That said, you do have more than enough batter. Just don’t burn it again.”

When Cypher looked back at her, Viper’s head was tilted, her lips slightly twitched into an almost-smile. There was a glint of… something in her eyes, though he couldn’t quite tell what. He paused, studying her for as long as he could without being noticed. After a moment, he let out a slight chuckle and replied. His words were no longer stiff. “I do, indeed. Now, Doctor Sabine, would you like two pancakes or one?”

“…”

He turned around completely. Viper surveyed him with narrowed eyes over her mug of coffee. Cypher stared back. “Two or one?”

“If you insist, I will have two.”

“With added blueberries, correct?”

“…That is correct.”

“It will only be a few minutes.”

She hummed noncommittally, and they fell into a comfortable silence as Cypher busied himself with the food. The gentle sizzling filled the quiet, wafting through the room. If he were in a particularly poetic mood, he would’ve said the kitchen smelled of warmth.

A short time later, he carefully plated her pancakes. He slid them across the island with a slight smile, though knowing she wouldn’t see it. “Here you are, my dear doctor,” he said.

Viper raised an eyebrow at the form of address, but took the plate without much fuss. Cypher watched with mild interest as she poured the syrup with clinical precision, ensuring there wasn’t a single drop wasted.

Viper looked up as she started eating. “If you are going to stare at me as if I’m a lab rat this entire time, I will leave. You still have more food to make.”

It was more of a reminder than a question, but he answered regardless. “Oh, yes. Of course. I would not want to disappoint the young ones.”

For the next few minutes, they fell back into that mellow calm, filled with the quiet scraping of utensils.

Viper took a bite. “Cypher.”

“Yes?”

“You are acting rather distracted today.”

“…I am simply a bit tired. Don’t worry about it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I am inclined to believe that you are lying.”

He coughed. “I don’t know—”

“It’s because it’s the anniversary, is it not?”

Cypher froze. “What?”

“I asked a question.”

His robotic eyes drifted to the calendar behind her. Eventually, he sighed. “Yes. It is,” he reluctantly replied.

A hum. “So I was correct.”

Cypher waited for her to continue with bated breath. Viper stayed silent. She continued eating, as if she hadn’t just frozen over his world again with six words. For a moment, Cypher nearly considered walking out of the room. (Of course, that wasn’t really an option. He’d already slipped up too much. He was supposed to be the one the others could rely on, not the other way around. He certainly couldn’t be weak.)

Her cold voice broke him out of his thoughts. “You tell us you have everything under control, but as soon as I mention your past you clam up and get lost in your thoughts?”

Cypher looked away from her knowing stare. How did he not notice it until now? “I… do what is needed for the Protocol to succeed in its endeavors.” In response, Viper raised a single, unimpressed brow. He pretended he didn’t see it. It was a futile effort to avoid her questions, but he tried anyway.

“Even Phoenix would be able to tell that you’re making excuses,” she muttered.

He did not speak again, his mouth pressed into a thin line under his mask. Viper did not continue either, and only watched him quietly. Somehow, the silence felt just as suffocating as the prior exchange. How ironic. I just told myself I had to be better than this. I am weak, aren’t I?

Their conversation—if you could even call it that—stood at a stalemate. Neither agent was willing to give in. Not completely. Cypher restrained himself from fidgeting with a tripwire behind his back. Viper already knew too much. She saw too much. She knew he was weak, knew he was fragile. He couldn’t give her more evidence of that.

Cypher’s eyes caught on the severe line of her gaze. For a moment, he almost thought he saw her expression ever-so-slightly soften. He frowned, both in resentment and in confusion. He knew he was becoming too easy to read, but why was she reacting like that? Viper was not an empathetic person, much less one to act on those thoughts.

Just as that thought occurred to him, she took a step forward, lifting a gloved hand. He braced himself with a thick swallow. However, it fell back to her side a moment later, as if she’d thought better of it. Instead, she murmured, “The pancakes were… good. Thank you, Cypher.” She spoke cautiously, as if she was attempting to avoid frightening a wounded animal.

She almost sounded gentle, in her own way.

Viper continued after he stayed quiet, almost hesitantly. “Don’t overwork yourself. It wouldn’t do the Protocol any good if you collapsed from exhaustion.” She paused, as if she had something else to say.

“…I am quite sure the others would like your cooking. They appreciate all the work you do.”

Cypher blinked in disbelief. Once, twice. He didn’t wake up. He could only watch as the door slid open for her, caught off-guard by her words. As Viper turned to leave, he swore he could almost see the beginnings of a sad, pained smile forming on her face. She left him alone, and the kitchen suddenly felt colder.

Cypher stood there, staring at the empty space Viper had left. She has changed. He looked down at his hands. They weren’t trembling anymore. Or was I simply too blind to see it until now? He eventually sighed; he was getting nowhere with that train of thoughts. He hummed, setting the abandoned mixer to the side. He’d need to remind Neon about cleaning up after herself after her midnight cooking runs later.

As he prepared the next batch, Cypher heard lively footsteps coming towards the kitchen. It seemed that she and her friends were awake, then. He allowed himself a slight smile.

Perhaps he could let his troubles drift away, just for a day.

#valorant #viper valorant #cypher valorant #viper #cypher #my post #ao3 fanfic

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miscfandomwrites · 2 years ago

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Mama: Chapter Four

A/N: Did you know that I make all of these collages myself? I’m considering making some for fanfiction writers in return for ideas/help with some of my fics. Or just in general. If you’re interested let me know!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Cursing (*Cough*swear jar*Cough*) FLUFF

Words: 1.2k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“MOOOOOOM!!!!”

A yell woke me out of my sleep, and I stumbled out of bed, almost taking my entire bedset with. Still half asleep, I stumbled into Lillith’s room.

“What’s up kiddo?” I dreary asked, yawning.

“Breakfast!” She answered cheerfully. She was doodling in one of her several sketchbooks with a set of markers Clint got her for Christmas last year.

“Yeah, yeah, let me wake up first, yeah?” I told her as I headed back to my room.

After blinking a bit, I headed to the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face and got out my morning routine supplies. I noticed that I felt….sticky.

“Shit.” I said quietly. Another nightmare. I hope I didn’t wake Lillith up.

I hopped in the shower, nearly shrieking as cold water blasted on me.

After a quick shower, I got dressed in a red t-shirt and black overalls.

“You’d better be dressed by the time I come out!” I yelled to Lillith.

“Okayyyyyyy!” she yelled back. I chuckled as I pulled my shoes on.

After making sure my hair wasn’t a complete lion’s mane, I walked out. Lillith was holding her sketchbook and the bag of her markers, dressed in a t-shirt and leggings. What made me question her outfit were the two different shoes-a rainboot and a slipper.

“You’re wearing those shoes? I thought you wanted to make pancakes.” I told her. I leaned against the doorway and watched as she ran back into her room, and came out wearing a pair of sneakers.

I pulled her into a side hug, kissing the top of her head. “Good morning, love.” I told her.

“Good morning mom!” She replied back. After releasing my grip on her, she ran to the elevators. I got in with her and pressed the button for the main floor. The main floor consisted of the kitchen, bar, main hangout space, library, part of the gym, and only Stark knew what else.

It'd take me a week or more to explore the tower fully. Damn millionares, making things so difficult by having like Fourty fucking floor buildings.

I rubbed my eyes as we came to a stop. Damn, I was tired.

We walked in, and immediately I wrinkled my nose. Something was burning. We walked towards the kitchen, where I heard yelling.

“How the hell did you catch the eggs on fire?!” Spoke someone.

“I had no idea eggs could catch on fire!” someone else yelled.

I walked in and the burning smell became almost overpowering. Sam and Steve were standing in the kitchen, flabbergasted. Natasha was holding a smoking pan of what I assumed were the eggs. She looked like she was shocked by what just happened. James was sitting at the island, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, acting like it wasn’t new of Natasha to catch food on fire.

“...so that’s the burning smell.” I commented, looking towards Natasha. She scowled at me and put the pan in the sink, running water over it. I shook my head and helped Lillith in one of the island stools, and sat her next to James. She started coloring, occasionally looking towards James’s newspaper.

I walked into the kitchen, gently moving Natasha away from the sink. I ran lukewarm water over it, then cold once the smoke stopped. I let the pan soak and turned towards her. She was leaning against the island, her arms crossed and a frown on her face.

“Next time, don’t use that much oil.” I told her. She scoffed, and grabbed what I assumed was her cup of coffee, and sat next to Lillith.

Lillith was sat between two ex-Hydra assassins, and both of them were commenting on her drawings. I smiled at that. I poured myself a cup of (favorite drink) and started to get out the ingredients for pancakes.

“Chocolate chip or blueberry?” I asked Lillith.

She looked up from her drawing and grinned at me. “Chocolate!” she yelled to me.

“Are you helping or drawing?”

“I’ll help with the mixing. You cook em!”

I laughed and watched as Natasha helped her off the stool, and she practically ran over to me.

I grabbed a step stool and helped her up on it. I grabbed a bowl and fork, and set out the measuring cups and ingredients for Lillith. We’re double batching this, because I know the boys will eat more than half of the first batch.

“Why are you using a fork? We have whisks you know.” Steve told me.

“The batter gets too sticky, forks work better.” I replied.

I helped Lillith measure out the ingredients properly, and put them away as she used them. Right before we got to the wet ingredients, I instructed her to mix the dry ingredients together. After doing that, we carefully mixed in the wet ingredients. After cleaning all that up, I got the bag of chocolate chips.

“How chocolaty will this batch be?” I asked her. She hummed and grabbed the bag. I grabbed the table griddle and plugged it in, turning it on.

I looked over to Lillith, who had tore open the bag and was dumping the entire thing in the batter.

“Guess that answers that.”

Sam burst out laughing, and Steve was grinning. Thankfully, it worked out. With the batter doubled, we could use the entire bag. We usually ended up using half with a normal batch. But there’s nothing normal about four super soldiers, a God, a 6-year old that somehow can manage to eat half her body weight in food, a man with anger issues that is supposed to consume something like eight hundred thousand calories everyday to keep up with his alter side, an archer who spent more time in ventilation shafts than on solid ground, a witch teenager, someone that somehow managed to be Capsicle’s friend, and man in a metal suit.

After Lillith mixed and evenly distributed the chocolate chips, she grabbed one of the measuring cups and scooped the batter in it. She handed it to me, andI poured it on the hot griddle.

I flipped it after a bit, and was rewarded with the golden-brown color, a tell-tale sign of a damn good pancake.

We served them as I cooked them, and they were quickly eaten by the time we were half way through the bowl. Everyone had come down to eat some free breakfast.

Thanking the compliments, once I noticed everyone had eaten besides Lillith and I, I told her to go sit down so she could eat. I fixed her pancakes up and slid the plate over to her.

She happily munched down as I finished my pancakes and turned off the griddle. I put the bowl and the rest of the supplies away or in the sink; then plated my pancakes.

I leaned against the counter and laughed as both Natasha and James stole a piece of pancake from Lillith, who in turn stole nearly an entire pancake from James. How she got away with it was beyond me, but she did.

I’m glad I have that kid. Sam started a conversation with Lillith about the pancakes, and she happily replied about all the Saturdays where I’d wake up early and make pancakes.

#miscfandomwrites #natasha x reader #marvel x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel x mom! reader #avengers x reader #black widow x reader #black widow x mom! reader #avengers reader #mom! reader #mama

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shigayokagayama · 1 year ago

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"oh hm i think this chapter might end up being really long based on what i have outlined" i said 12k words ago.

thanks everyone for reading! going to be cutting a bunch of stupid doodles i did with annotations under the cut

handful of doodles i did when i was still just conceptualizing this + hadnt figured out their designs + hadnt figured out how to draw people

speaks for itself

old doodles from a slightly different version of chapter 40 before i realized making terumob a pre established couple BEFORE this moment would make it stronger. they still kind of work but are slightly less funny than they were in the version where this was the moment teru confessed.

drew this shortly after finishing chapter 18, which i wrote WAY out of order from everything else. i think i started it around when i started chapter 5 and finished it around when i was working on chapter 10

toichiro said npc + chapter 27

the first time i saw this post i went "smtwo teru and takenaka" and at some point i just started referring to takenaka as "puzzlemaster". teru and takenakas dynamic was one of my favorite things to write because like. if you build your entire persona off building a false image of yourself youre not gonna be a big fan of someone who can immediately see past that

saw this post and couldnt stop thinking of chapter 35

ok now in the realm of "doodles that started as jokes in dms" me and @teruthecreator were talking about that video where jerma fucks up pancakes in nancy drew and the idea of teru giving toichiro an absolutely dogshit unreadable pancake recipe while hes at claw that he fucks up and burns the building down

ok so this is the beginning of what came to be known as the "double date dimension" or "dinner date dimension". i shared a screencap of me adding the line about ritsu suggesting that he and shou have a double date with whoever asked mob out and the Knowers (a groupchat i started with two of my friends i made as mentally ill as me about this fic) went "this would be the most uncomfortable dinner ever can you imagine" and just kept expanding it until it sort of turned into a sitcom universe version of smtwo. dont be surprised if you see this fanfiction at some point in the future

more from the double date dimension where mob invites ritsu to a halloween party without telling him its a claw company halloween party. teru and mob go in matching costumes as the flying dead pig and the pigeon whos eyes the movie is told from (i snuck in a reference to this bc its too funny to me). takenaka goes as "book accurate frankenstein" because hes too lazy to make a costume. mob gets unbelievably wasted on jungle juice because no one told him the punch was spiked.

another from the double date dimension where they host a white elephant and teru buys a really nice gift specifically for mob and tries to get mob to steal it but mob doesnt really understand the aim of the game and ends up with a boxset of the big bang theory (dubbed) and teru gets so overcome with despair he develops a fever and is unable to speak or move from his spot on the couch as mob puts on big bang theory for him (this is based on a true story)

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #ageswap

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strawberryxfieldz · 2 years ago

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Garden of Eden (Wally x Reader)

a fluffy Wally/Reader one-shot I posted on my AO3 and figured I’d post on Tumblr!

since my main Wally/Reader fic has a darker plot, I really wanted to write some fluff for the puppet man. no experiencing the dreadful horrors here! Just pure fluff and stuff. short and sweet! Enjoy! @:)

CW for eye contact (yknow how it is)

Welcome Home Masterlist

When you wake up in the morning, you always have the assurance of Wally’s presence beside you. He had a sleep mask on and pajamas but you knew he wasn’t really asleep. Wally didn’t really understand the concept of sleep and took to repeating “I’m sleeping” over and over again in a hushed whisper that lulled you to sleep at night. Right now, though, he was simply smiling, hands folded on his chest.

You leaned over to pull his sleep mask off his face and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“Oh!” His face lit up with delight. “You’re awake!”

You cuddled into his side, resting your head in the space between his neck and shoulder. He smiled and put an arm around you, hugging you closer.

“Yeah…” you replied with a tired groan. “Five more minutes before we get out of bed, though. I’m still sleepy.”

“Take your time, my love.” Wally kissed your head as you lay there, peaceful and happy in his arms.

You weren’t sure what you did to deserve this life with Wally but you certainly knew you loved it. You loved that you realized your feelings for each other, that you moved into Home with him, and that you were able to start off every morning like this.

Soon, you’d be out of bed and in the kitchen, helping each other make pancakes. Perhaps some would burn—Wally wasn’t the greatest cook—but you would laugh it off. At some point, you’d push back Wally’s long blue hair that liked to cover half of his face when down. He didn’t enjoy having to go without his pompadour (he used to hate you seeing him like that especially) but he was used to it now. You’d told him enough about how pretty you found him without all his hair products until he believed it. When his whole face was revealed, you gave him a loving, sweet kiss that he'd lean into with a smile.

After, you’d find yourselves underneath the big apple tree in your yard, humming songs and telling stories. Wally’s hair was done by now, and he had a sketchbook in his lap as he doodled many things, including you. You, meanwhile, were doing your best to make a flower crown. Julie taught you how to the other day. Unfortunately, you didn’t seem to be a quick learner.

“It’s not coming out right,” you whined, disappointment high in your voice.

Wally glanced up from his drawing to look at you. “Here. Let me see.”

You handed him your sad attempt at a flower crown with a frown. Wally didn’t hesitate to put it on his head and he gave you a small smile.

“How do I look?” he asked.

You suppressed a laugh at seeing the ridiculous mess of already-unwinding flowers sat atop him.

“The most.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Just as always.”

Wally smiled warmly at you, a bit lovestruck, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again, this time on his mouth.

Being a puppet, Wally didn’t exactly have lips to kiss, just felt. It also meant he didn’t understand the concept of kissing. He knew it was a declaration of love and, by now, he knew it was one of your favorite ways of giving affection. Still, he didn’t actually kiss back so much as press his face against yours as best as possible and make a ‘mwah’ sound when you leaned away. You considered it kissing, though, even if he did it wrong. He was just too adorable.

“You’re the one who's the most, darling,” he cooed.

You felt something ignite in your chest when he called you that. ‘Darling’ being his surname made it all the more flustering.

“But you’re so beautiful,” you insisted. You moved to cradle his face with your hands and he instantly stilled. “Here…” You kissed his forehead. “…here…” You kissed the space between his eyes where a nose would be. “…and here…!” You quickly pressed another kiss to his mouth.

“Mwah!” Wally said enthusiastically when you pulled back.

You giggled and scooted closer beside him. He rested against your side, leaning his head against your arm.

"What're you drawing there?" you hummed after another minute or two.

Wally held up his sketchpad proudly. He was only working with a few crayons and there was nothing but scribbles on the page, yet you were able to recognize your likeness pretty well between the lines.

"You!" he replied with a sappy smile. "It's my favorite thing to draw, after all!"

You immediately threw him into a hug. Wally was much more accustomed to hugs thanks to his fellow neighbors but still went limp in them. It was like embracing a warm ragdoll, and you'd think Wally didn't like it from his lack of reciprocation if it weren't for the happy hum he made when his face was pressed against your shoulder.

"Wally, you're so talented," you told him as you leaned away. "I'm so lucky."

Wally beamed back at you before continuing to color, content. You let him draw, relaxing in the relative silence between you, mind still whirring. As peaceful as the moment was, you couldn't help feeling dismayed.

Wally did too much for you. He was always making art for you, his greatest muse, and he learned your ways of physical affection for you, even if he still didn't understand it all too well. There had to be something you could do for him in return before you felt like a totally inadequate partner to him. You racked your brain as you sat there, quiet, listening only to the sound of Wally's crayons moving against paper. That gave you an idea and you bit back a cheery smile as you made sure to store it away in your thoughts for later.

A few days later, you found yourself in the living room of Home, putting the finishing touches on your masterpiece. Well, okay, 'masterpiece' was a bit of an overstatement. In front of you, sitting atop a pile of old newspapers was a lump of clay very generously deemed a ceramic sculpture of an apple. There were too many bumps in the wrong places and the stem was leaning too far in one direction, making it askew, but it was still an apple!

At least, this is what you told yourself as you leaned back to examine your work. You put a finger to your mouth thoughtfully.

"I don't know..." you talked out loud to yourself. Then, remembering who you were with, asked, "What do you think, Home?"

Home made a sound that sounded like a door squeaking. You were pretty sure that was a good thing.

But, before you could mull over it any longer, you heard the front door open. You shot up from your spot on the couch, taking the ceramic in your hands and hiding it behind your back. A moment later, Wally walked in, a slight smile on his face that grew bigger upon seeing you.

"Hi, love!" you greeted, trying to seem as not suspicious as possible. "How was hanging out with Julie and Frank?"

"Fun." Wally nodded. "We chased a lot of butterflies. Frank got mad when I asked if I could keep them."

"Aw, I'm sorry."

"It's alright." Wally shrugged. "Friends shouldn't be caged in anyway. They should be flying free."

You smiled at the sentiment and leaned in to kiss his cheek, only to stop when he spoke again.

"What do you have behind you?" he asked, genuinely curious.

You leaned back suddenly with a nervous smile. "Huh? Oh, nothing!"

"Can I see it?"

You rolled the ceramic in your hand, feeling every lump and crevice with a frown. Yet, you looked into Wally's big, black eyes, soft and caring as they stared back at you intently, and couldn't help but give in.

"Okay. Fine..." you sighed as you pulled the apple out from behind you. "It's, um, a thing I made for you."

You held it out to him so he could see it, bracing yourself for his reaction.

Wally's eyes widened and his mouth parted with a small gasp. "An apple?"

"Yeah! It's made out of clay," you explained. You watched as he studied it before carefully taking it into his own hands. "You know, I figured since you like staring at your apples but they eventually all go bad... I'd make you one that never goes bad!"

Wally was quiet for a moment and his whole face brightened. "It's perfect!"

He walked over to the mantel and placed the ceramic there gently as you continued.

"Really?" Your smile twitched. "I know art is kind of your thing, I'm not as good at it but I just thought I'd do something for you since you do so much for me and-"

Wally smiled before pressing his mouth against the side of your face, effectively cutting off your rambling. You relaxed when he made a 'mwah!' sound as he leaned away.

"I love it," he reassured you, voice soft.

"Oh." You let out a sigh of relief. "Good."

"But why would you think you have to make something for me, silly?" Wally tilted his head.

You looked down, suddenly feeling sheepish. Wally gingerly took one of your hands with his, giving you an encouraging nod. In return, you gave him a warm smile.

"I don't want you to think I'm inadequate," you replied with a shrug. "Because you're so talented and nice to me and all these other things and you deserve the best!"

Wally chuckled. You couldn't help but smile more at the sound of it, slow and monotone. You loved his laugh.

"You are the best," he told you, rubbing your hand with his thumb. "You're the most, darling. Your love is more than enough."

You felt a bundle of emotions begin to take over you, all so overwhelmingly happy you could hardly even fathom it. Gratitude, comfort, and pure love rushed through you as you continued to stare adoringly into those beautiful eyes. You wanted to jump for joy, hold Wally close to you and never, ever let go, and see to it that you made every day of the rest of his life perfect and full of love. Maybe then he would be able to feel a fraction of the amount of adoration you had for him and understand just how much he meant to you.

Instead, you frowned playfully. "See what I mean?! You're too kind! It's not fair!"

Wally just laughed again.

#wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home fanfiction #strawbs fics #mine #...and nothing bad happened to them ever and they lived happily ever after the end. *bats my eyelashes quirkily*

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softinkshadows · 4 years ago

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㊙️Secret facts㊙️, or Things the JJK sorcerers would rather die than tell anyone (*ノ▽ノ)

Headcanons, crack edition, of our favourite sorcerers! (partly in homage to @snk-headcanons)

Some extensive contextual references to both the anime and manga ahead ~

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Itadori Yuuji

Itadori has had a six pack since elementary school. He has also remained at the bottom of his cohort for academic grades since elementary school. Itadori isn’t actually good at cooking; meatballs are his only specialty. His wardrobe only contains hoodies. Itadori really ate his boogers as a kid. Itadori is so bad at reading cursed energy he still can’t tell the difference between a curse and a sorcerer. Nanami once asked him if he considered therapy. Itadori’s favourite mode of transport is Fushiguro’s demon dogs. On some days, Itadori thinks Fushiguro looks better than Jennifer Lawrence.

Megumi Fushiguro

Fushiguro once tried to pick up smoking in middle school. He gave up because he was irritated at how popular it became amongst his schoolmates when he did. He has a drawer full of un-replied confession letters. Fushiguro can’t sleep without a bolster (he gets touchy in his sleep). Fushiguro cuts his own hair. His go-to drink is strawberry milk. Fushiguro is so unused to smiling he practices in front of his room mirror before giving up. In reality, when he’s genuinely happy his eyelashes grow by 3 centimeters. On some days, Fushiguro admits that Itadori is the person he will always count on to save him.

Nobara Kugisaki

Nobara likes to dress up in her room and pretend to be a cover girl or fashion model. She once found Inumaki-senpai attractive. But this was probably because he was quiet. Nobara actually got lost in Harajuku station before meeting Itadori and Fushiguro for the first time. Nobara only processes emotions by yelling. Nobara does not feel pain. Ever since arriving in Tokyo, she has been scouted for several television shows. They were all makeover specials. Nobara has a personal grudge against the mirror in Shibuya’s UNIQLO store. She has a private photo folder in her phone dedicated to snaps of city lights, skyscrapers and Maki.

Inumaki Toge

Inumaki likes to visit convenience stores to look for new onigiri flavours. He assigns expletives to a different flavour every week, and enjoys swearing at others without them realizing. His uniform collar serves a dual purpose of concealment when he sticks his tongue out at people he doesn’t like. Inumaki likes flirting. Inumaki secretly stocks up Yuta-senpai’s favourite snacks just before he returns from missions. Inumaki longs to be kissed (on his beautiful, cursed mouth). He keeps a written diary of things people say to him and and things he would like to say back to them. Inumaki’s favourite verb is “susumu” (keep going).

Panda

Panda is intrigued by meat, particularly fried chicken, even if they cannot eat it. Panda does not like cooked vegetables. Panda gets PR packages from apparel and household brands with panda designs; they do monthly unboxing videos for over a million subscribers. Panda’s favourite tv shows are Oprah and Japanese crime dramas. Panda reads religious texts on Shintoism in their free time. Panda’s third core is a koala.

Maki Zenin

Maki once lost her glasses at a party and almost burned down an entire restaurant to look for it. Maki does not like spicy food because it makes her blush. Maki giggles at memes. She has timed crying breaks in the bathroom. Maki secretly names her cursed tools after her favourite celebrities. Maki always buys herself two birthday cake slices.

Aoi Todo

Todo drinks protein shakes more often than he would like to admit. He has never won Maki in an arm wrestling match. Todo’s IQ fluctuates between 80 and 155. He has only been part of Takada-chan’s fan club for 6 months. 80% of Todo’s memory is fabricated fantasy. Todo’s teary face has made both children and grown men cry, out of fear. His dream is to open a pancake house.

Ijichi Kiyotaka

Despite his looks, Ijichi is skilled in Jujitsu and Aikido. He pre-orders extra sets of Itadori’s uniform every month. He has at least 3 Fast and Furious movie posters in his bedroom. He likes to daydream about being part of an A-list sorcerer team with Nanami, with Gojo as his personal chauffeur. Ijichi keeps a treat money jar for every time he feels slighted or overly stressed at work. To date, he has used the jar to visit 3 Michelin-star restaurants.

Geto Suguru

Geto developed a sweet tooth after enrolling in Jujutsu High. His first kiss was stolen by Gojo in a supply closet when they were both sixteen (the latter did it for fun). Geto was once dared to shave off all his hair and had to stifle a sob at the thought. Geto’s non-sorcerer disinfectant spray is coincidentally a rose-scented line of luxury cologne called Infinite Love. On a bad day, Geto finds himself indulging in dessert.

Gojo Satoru

Mostly shameless, Gojo feels the most self-conscious with his eyes uncovered. Gojo gets turned on by an exquisite pair of sunglasses. Gojo doesn’t like drinking alcohol. Gojo once injected sugar into his blood, partly in jest, partly because he was curious. Gojo reads critical theory. Gojo uses SK-II facial treatment essence. Gojo likes reading fanfiction written about him. He keeps a scrapbook for deliberately ugly doodles of Jujutsu society’s higher ups. He is the owner of tabloid news twitter account @jujutsushits. He is also the owner of twitter account @RealNanamiKento. When he has a bad day, Gojo scrolls through old, defunct chats between him and Geto.

Nanami Kento

Nanami has never suffered from hair loss problems. He earned a university degree after leaving Jujutsu High, where he majored in economics and minored in comparative literature. Nanami freelanced as a poet-writer for 2 months. He is so respectable in jujutsu society that he once sold (more like auctioned) his pair of men’s leather shoes for 500,000 JPY. The buyers were all women. He has a drawer of XXL condoms. He did not buy them (Gojo did). He keeps a slogan t shirt that reads ‘Hot Stuff’. He did not buy it (Haibara did). Nanami is fluent in 5 languages. Nanami’s hobbies are ironing his blue dress shirt and getting into existential crises. Nanami has an excel sheet detailing his weekly expenses titled ‘letsgetthisbread.exe.’ When embarrassed, Nanami is prone to hiccups.

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna has a personal list of ‘Top 10 Sukuna Badass Moments’ playing on loop in his head. He sings when Itadori is in the shower to spite him, but mostly because he likes the sound of his own voice. Sukuna has a bad memory, having been alive for more than a thousand years. Sukuna hates contemporary fashion, but has a fascination for Crocs. He prefers jazz to imperial court music. Sukuna delivers lengthy, oftentimes ultraviolent monologues to Itadori when he is bored. He thinks he would make a good university professor. Sukuna is still terrified of motorised vehicles.

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Notes: writing this was so fun, but some of it made me sad...

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Taglist (っ˘ω˘ς ) : @encrytpta @wilddreamer98

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atlafan · 4 years ago

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Burning Love - Part Three

a/n: the third and final part of this little series is here! I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are helpful! Support me here if you’re able! (not proofread)

Warnings: cocky!Harry flirting, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, and smut!

Words: 8K

Pairing: Harry x OC (kindergarten teacher Danielle Robinson)

Masterpost

Having a firefighter as a boyfriend was anything but boring. Sometimes Harry was called away in the middle of the night for backup, sometimes he had to straight up sleep at the fire house if someone was on vacation, and sometimes he was cooking up a storm so the guys coming back from a fire had plenty to eat. Danielle would sometimes help cook as well. The guys really liked her turkey chili.

Danielle’s classroom knew who her boyfriend was too, and they loved it when Harry would come by for a visit. He’d bring them little coloring books, or sometimes he’d get Doodle to come for an even better surprise visit.

When they were together three months, Harry made sure no one was in the fire house so she could come to his office, and he gave her a little strip tease. She had practically been begging him to play the part of the sexy fire fighter and he was finally doing it for her. The only condition was that he got to bend her over his desk and fuck her. She even let him hit it raw, it was the greatest mutual gift in the world. Also hearing her moan out, “You’re hitting it so good, don’t stop, Harry!” over and over was pretty nice too.

Yup, things had been going pretty well for the new couple. Even though they were still in the puppy-love phase, it wasn’t all sex all the time. Harry would sometimes come over and help her late into the night as she was crafting activities for her class the next day, or he’d go to the art supply store with her because Danielle never made a list and she would often forget at least one thing she needed for class. Harry always remembered what she’d forget. Danielle was also a big help with the fire department’s fundraising efforts. She made the best hash browns anyone had ever had at the monthly pancake breakfasts. The deputy fire chief even got them a matching set of aprons. Things were going so well that she even started to let him call her Dani.

One Sunday afternoon they were walking through the grocery store together. Harry liked pushing the cart for Danielle as she mumbled to herself about what she needed for the week. She liked that he joined her because he could pick out the snacks he wanted to leave at her place, and vice versa. They were walking down the coffee aisle, Harry liked Hazelnut and Danielle liked French Vanilla.

“Dani?”

Danielle looks over in the direction of the deep voice that said her name. Her eyes widen when she realizes it’s her ex, Oliver.

“O-Oliver?”

“Oh my god, it’s so good to see you!” He exclaims, throwing his arms around her. She doesn’t reciprocate. “It’s been what, three years?”

“Something like that.” She swallows, and hooks her arm around Harry’s waist. “This is my boyfriend, Harry.”

“Hi.” Oliver shakes Harry’s hand. “You shop here a lot?”

“Yeah…this is the grocery store closest to my apartment, why?”

“This is my first time as this specific store. My fiancé lives in the area, and we’re choosing to buy a house here so her son won’t have to switch elementary schools.”

“Her…her son?” Danielle wanted to smack him.

“Yeah, guess he’s like my son now too.”

“Olly? Did you find the decaf tea?” A woman long blond hair, and a slightly swollen belly comes rolling her cart down the aisle with a little boy sitting in it. “Oh…Danielle…hi.”

“Hi, Rory.”

“Miss Robinson!” The boy exclaims.

“Hello, Joey.” She tries to say with a smile. Danielle wasn’t sure how she could have been so stupid. Joey took the bus to and from school, and she had only ever spoken with his father. She also didn’t make a second glance at his mother’s name on his contact list since it was under Lorelei.

“Joey raves about you all the time.” Rory says, trying to cut some of the tension.

“Mumma, it’s Chief Harry!”

“Aw, nice of you to remember me, buddy.” Harry says. “Um, we’ve got frozen stuff in the cart, so we should probably get going, right, darling?” He says, looking at Danielle, and she feels thankful for him finding a way out of all this.

“He’s right, we should really get going.”

“Guess we’ll be seeing more of each other, huh, Dani?” Oliver says with a soft smile.

“So it would seem.” She looks at Joey. “See you tomorrow morning in class, Joey.”

Harry pushes the cart as they walk away. She was beyond mortified. They get in line and pay for their things. She had driven there, but she has Harry drive back to her place. She was quiet until they got inside her apartment to put the food away.

“He, uh, seemed a little delusional there, no?” Harry says.

“He’s always lived with his head in the sand.” She scoffs. “Rose colored glasses, you know?”

“Did you not know that-“

“No, I didn’t realize that Rory, the person he cheated on me with, had a son. I knew that she was a married woman. They got divorced because of Oliver.” She shakes her head. “Joey’s father is such a sweet man, I can’t believe I never put the pieces together.”

“How exactly did they meet?”

“The first school I worked at was a K-5 a few towns over. Rory was the principal’s secretary, she still is, I think. I brought Oliver with me to a holiday party, and they got to talking. She’s a couple of years older than he and I are. I don’t exactly know how things progressed from there, but apparently she’s pregnant with his kid, they’re engaged, and they’ve bought a house! Isn’t that just kick you in the crotch, spit on your neck fantastic?”

“Remind me to never watch Friends reruns with you again.” He chuckles. “I can’t believe he had the nerve to hug you like that?”

“He hugged me like that because he’s still in love with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Until I blocked him on literally every platform that I could, he would send me these messages about how he fucked up and that he’d do anything to win me back. He’s in a loveless relationship. He’s made his bed and now he has to lay in it.”

“Does Rory know it’s a loveless relationship?”

“I doubt it. If I had to guess they probably got engaged after they found out she was pregnant. It was probably her way of trapping him.” Danielle rolls her eyes. “You know what they say, once a cheater, always a cheater.”

“Well,” he comes around her to hold her from behind, kissing her cheek, “you don’t have to worry about that or pay it any more thoughts, alright?”

“Yeah.” She smiles and turns to kiss him. “I just hope I don’t start running into them all the time now.”

“We could always go to the market near my place, or we could do the online order thing.” He shrugs. “Whatever you wanna do. I just don’t want that idiot making my baby upset.” He pouts at her and she pouts back.

“I love that I get to be your baby.” She sighs as she nuzzles into his chest.

“Me too…I…I love you, Dani.” He kisses her forehead before she looks up at him.

“You do?”

“Mhm.” He smiles. “Guess there’s no perfect time to really say it, but that’s how I feel.”

“Oh, Harry, I love you too.” She kisses him, and blinks some tears away. “Like, a lot.”

“Let’s get these groceries put away, hm? Then I’ll fuck you on the counter. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

“I would, very much so.” She chuckles.

It was the last day of school, so Danielle had both of her groups in the morning. There was a small ceremony for the kindergarteners to commemorate them being able to move on to the first grade. They each got a personalized certificate with some type of achievement they earned in Miss Robinson’s class. She spent two weeks working on them. Once it was over, Danielle had to clean up her classroom for the summer.

“Happy last day of school, babe.” Harry says as he walks in, holding a small bouquet of flowers.

“I think you should ask for a separate office here with how often you come to visit.” She jokes as she takes the flowers. “Not that I’m upset, but what are these for?” She smiles.

“You made it through another year with a group of five-year-olds, thought you should have something nice for it.”

“Well, that’s very thoughtful, thank you.” She kisses his cheek. “I’m just finishing up here and then we can grab lunch.”

Harry nods as he waits for her, helping her take a few boxes out to her car. He thought she looked gorgeous today in her light blue sundress. They enjoy their lunch together before Harry has to go back to work.

“Wanna come to my place tonight?” She asks before they part ways.

“Sure.” He pecks her lips. “Want me to bring dinner?”

“No, I can cook. I’ve got stuff to make a taco salad.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” They kiss again and off they go.

Things had gotten quite domestic with one another, and Harry was really starting to like it. He also really liked that she was about to be off for the entire summer. Sure, Harry had bonfires, lawn mowers, grills, and other things of that nature to worry about, but his group of volunteer fire fighters would be coming on once again, so it freed up a little more time for himself. He’d be able to take a vacation with Danielle if she wanted. Or he could just take a ton of long weekends so he could spend some time with her. He wasn’t exactly sure what she did over the summer, but he figures they’ll talk about it soon.

When Harry gets to her apartment later that night, he realizes soon means tonight. Danielle was running around her apartment in a tank top and shorts boxing things up and packing.

“Hey, uh, what are you doing?” He says, startling her.

“Oh! I didn’t even hear you come in!” She gasps and clutches at her chest. “Sorry, I’m just trying to get my shit together. I always save this stuff for the last minute.”

“Are you moving?” He asks, almost frantic.

“What? No.” She chuckles. “But I do need a lot of my things with me for when I go up to Seabrook.”

“Seabrook?”

“To my parents’ summer house. I told you they had one, they’re snowbirds, remember?”

“Yeah, you mentioned that…” He swallows. “Are you going for a long weekend?”

“No, I’m going for the majority of the summer. I was actually sort of hoping you’d be able to water some of my plants, but if you can’t I can ask the neighbor again.” She goes over to him and gives him a kiss. “Come on, I set dinner up in the kitchen for us.”

They both go into the kitchen and sit down with their taco salads.

“You’re sort of blindsiding me a bit, babe. I mean, you’ve known you were going to New Hampshire all this time and didn’t think to tell me?”

“I figured I’d come back on weekends.” She shrugs. “You’re going to be working all day, so I figured you wouldn’t really mind if I wasn’t around as much.” She takes a bite of her food. “I also thought maybe you could come up and visit…you know, meet my family.”

“It’s gonna be torturing not being able to come over and see you after work.” He pouts. “But of course I’d love to meet your family.”

“I know…that’s sort of why I was keeping it to myself. I’ll miss you just the same, I hope you know that. This is just really precious family time that I wait all year for.”

“I get it.” He sighs. “What weekend would you want me to come meet them?”

“I’ll have to ask my parents what weekend would work best for them. The first couple of weeks are spent catching up with their friends, and whatnot. The house is in a fifty-five and over community.”

“And you won’t mind driving back on weekends?”

“Not at all.” She shakes her head. “All of the traffic will be going the other way, and the beaches are always so crowded on the weekends. It’ll be perfect.” She smiles at him and leans in a bit. “Plus, I’ll be coming back to you with sun kissed skin. I’ll have lots of tan lines to show you.” She winks and it makes him chuckle.

“Alright, alright. I get to use more time off in the summer, so I’ll be able to take lots of long weekends. We have more of a crew because a lot of our volunteers are teachers, so they have more time to help out.”

“That’s good! I’m so happy the school year is over with. Did you see I put the flowers you got me in a vase?” She points over to the vase in her kitchen window.

“I did.” He nods, a smile growing on his lips. “M’glad you liked them.”

“I loved them.” She kisses his cheek. “You’re so sweet to me, Harry.”

“You’ve turned me into a total mush ball.” He sighs. “But I suppose that’s not a bad thing.”

“You were a mush ball the second you walked into my classroom for the first time.” She smirks.

“And you were a flustered little thing.” He smirks as her face falls. “Ah, she can dish it out, but she can’t take it.” He kisses her temple and takes their now empty plates to the sink. “When are you heading up?”

“A couple of days.” She sighs. “I hate packing so much, it’s the worst.” She groans. “I just keep telling myself I’ll be relaxing on a screened in porch soaking in the ocean breeze with a book in my hand before I know it.” She flops down onto her sofa and Harry sits next to her, rubbing her back. “At least I’ll see my niece and nephew soon too. I love getting to spend so much time with them.”

“Tell me about them, I wanna know as much about your family as I can before I meet them.”

“Really?” She sits up to look at them.

“Mhm.” He puts a pillow on his lap. “Come lay one me. I’ll play with your hair while you talk.”

“If I didn’t love you before.” She giggles, and rests her head in his lap. He starts scratching at her scalp and she sighs. “Okay, so, my dad…”

They both fell asleep on the couch that night talking. Harry told Danielle a lot about his family as well. In the wee hours of the morning, Harry carried her to the bed, and they both snuggled up while they got a few more hours of sleep.

“Danielle, it’s the middle of the night! Where are you going?!” Her brother Clark asks her in a panic. “Shit, are you crying?”

“I…I just got a call.” She sniffles as she throws her hoody on. “I have to get home.”

“Why, what’s happening.”

“H-Harry’s deputy chief called me…there was a really big fire a few hours ago, and a wall collapsed on him, and now he’s in the hospital.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks. “I have to get home to him, Clark, I need to be there when he wakes up.”

“You’re in no condition to drive, especially not for two hours. I’ll go with you. Let me just go to Isabelle.”

“You don’t have to do that, I’m fine.” She wipes her eyes. “I’ll let you know when I get there. I’ll be back in a few days, I’m sure of it.”

She rushes out of the house and gets into the car. She had the radio practically silent, and she was sucking down an iced coffee. Caffeine put her anxiety into hyper drive, but she needed to stay awake somehow. Harry wasn’t even supposed to be at that fire. He got called in as backup, but he wasn’t supposed to go inside. He went in looking for the family’s new puppy.

Once she gets to the hospital, probably looking like a mad woman in her pajama pants and oversized hoody, she checks in and asks where Harry’s being kept.

“Please, I’m his girlfriend, I need to-“

“Dani!” The deputy chief, Ralph, comes rushing towards her. “He just woke up, come with me.” He yanks her by the wrist before the nurse at the desk can say anything.

“Is he okay?”

“He will be.” Ralph nods. “Here we are, go ahead in. Take your time with him.” Ralph smiles, and Danielle returns it.

“Harry?” She says just above a whisper.

“Hey, baby.” He gives her a soft smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I hopped in my car a second after Ralph called me. I was so worried.” She sits on the edge of his hospital bed.

“I’m okay, sweetheart, just a few scrapes and bruises.”

“Harry…your arm’s in a sling.”

“Just a sprained wrist, it’ll heal up real soon.”

“How can you be so calm about this?” She asks as she curls up next to him. He throws his arm around her and sighs.

“Because if I let every little accident scare me, I wouldn’t be able to do my job properly. This is what I signed up for, babe.”

“Did you at least find the puppy?”

“I did, shielded the poor thing from the wall that collapsed on me. M’gonna have to go on light duty for a while.”

“Which means what exactly?”

“Lots of administrative work…that I can do remotely. So, I was thinking…maybe I could come up to Seabrook with you for a little longer than a weekend.”

“I’d love that! We can drive back up together. Everyone’s excited to meet you.”

“I’m excited to meet them too.”

After Harry rested up for a few days at home, with Danielle doting on him even though he told her she didn’t need to, the two drive up north together.

“Auntie Dani’s back!” Sarah exclaims as she bursts out of the porch.

“Sarah!” Isabelle yells after her. “We don’t run out of the house, no matter how excited we are to see Auntie.” She picks her daughter up. “Sorry, Dani.” Isabelle chuckles.

“No worries.” Danielle laughs. “This is my boyfriend, Harry. Harry, this is my sister-in-law Isabelle.”

“Hi.” Harry says, and Isabelle gasps when she sees his arm in a sling. “Just a sprained wrist, m’fine.” “It’s nice to meet you. This must be Sarah, yeah?”

“Hello.” The little girl smiles.

“Come on, everyone’s inside getting ready to head down to the beach.” Isabelle says.

Harry and Danielle follow inside. She takes him into the kitchen where her parents, Robert and Donna were finishing up their coffee.

“Dani!” Donna smiles. “How was the ride back up?”

“Fine, not a lot of traffic once we were out of the city.” She smiles. “This is Harry.”

“The hero that saved the puppy!” Robert says.

“I’m no hero, just did my job. It’s nice to meet you both. Thank you for inviting me to your home.” He shakes both of their hands.

“Are you kidding? We were over the moon when Dani said she’d be bringing a boyfriend with her.” Donna says. “Honey, why don’t you help Harry get settled and then meet us down at the beach?”

“Okay.” Danielle nods.

The two bring their things inside while everyone else makes their way to the beach. Danielle helps Harry put his clothes away in the dresser.

“So…are we alone right now?” Harry asks casually after putting his things away in the bathroom.

“Um, yeah. Everyone went down to set up at the beach, why?”

“Well…” He sits down on the bed and tugs her to sit on his lap, straddling her. “I haven’t been able to do much the last few days, and I’d like to make up for it.”

“Harry.” Her face flushes. “I can’t just fuck you here.”

“In the privacy of a bedroom? Here I was thinking this would be the perfect place.” He rolls his eyes.

“I just…” She bites her bottom lip. Before she can say anything when she opens her mouth again, he’s kissing her. “Fuck, okay, but we have to be quick. And no leaving marks, I don’t need to feel like a teenager at the age of twenty-seven.”

“How about no marks in any visible places?”

“Harry, I’m gonna be wearing a two piece, a lot is going to be visible.”

“Your ass?”

She whimpers softly and kisses him again. They both fall back on the bed, careful not to hurt his wrist. Danielle ended up riding his dick since he couldn’t really prop himself up with hands at the moment, but neither of them minded. It was a much-needed release for the both of them. Once they’re both cleaned up, they change into their bathing suits and go down to the beach to join her family.

“Auntie Dani, do you wanna dig a moat with me?” Ryan asks her the second she sets her things down.

“Sure! Just let me get some sunscreen on, okay?”

“You’re already looking a little red.” Clark remarks, and she glares at him. “Nice to meet you, Harry.”

“Same to you.” Harry says as he sits down in his beach chair.

Danielle peels her coverup off, and lathers up in sunscreen before grabbing a sand toy to help Ryan dig a moat. Isabelle was down by the water with Sarah.

“Harry, do you like seafood?” Donna asks him.

“I do.” He nods.

“Wonderful, I thought it would be nice to go out to eat since you’re here with us now. Celebrate having a full house and whatnot.”

“Oh, well…that sounds nice, thanks.” Harry smiles at her.

“I hope you won’t be too miserable working from inside the house…there’s no central air or anything.” Robert says.

“Oh, it’s not a problem. Heat doesn’t exactly bother me.” He smirks, and Danielle flicks some sand at him. “Oi, what was that for?!”

“No fire fighter jokes or puns.” She points a finger at him warningly. “We’re on vacation.”

“Come on, that was a good one, admit it.”

“I will do no such thing.” She looks at her parents who were chuckling at the exchange. “Don’t encourage him, it’ll only make it worse.”

“Anyways,” he side eyes her and then looks back at her parents, “I’ll probably just set up on the porch when I need to hop onto email. My deputy chief is taking on a bit more for me for the next couple of weeks.”

Harry never really saw himself being a dad someday, but as the day went on, and he watched Danielle interact with Sarah and Ryan, he suddenly understood why women would get baby fever seeing a man hold a baby. He may have only been with Danielle for five months, but fuck…he wanted to be the father of her kids. Yes, he got to spend an entire week with her and her classroom, but it’s not like he got to witness her loving on any of the kids. The way she cradled four-year-old Sarah to her chest as she napped, or splashed around in the water with Ryan, well, if he had ovaries they’d be bursting.

Seeing her help them at dinner was just as cute too. Sarah insisted that her booster chair be places next to Danielle, and Danielle ended up helping cut up Sarah’s chicken fingers. Then Harry got to witness Danielle tucking Sarah and Ryan in for the night to give Clark and Isabelle a break.

The two decide to turn in a bit early since it had been a long day. Danielle was sitting up in bed reading her romance novel. Harry was reading the same one. They had formed a little book club with another once they found out they liked the same genre of fiction.

“Dani?” He says to her.

“Hm?” She says without looking at him.

“Do you think you wanna have kids of your own one day? Or are your kindergartners enough kids for you?”

She immediately closes her book and looks at him. She was a little shocked.

“I…I always thought if I met the right person then I’d want to have kids. Like, turning that love into something physical, you know? What’s got you asking me about kids all of a sudden?”

“In all honesty…watching you with Ryan and Sarah today sort of sparked my interest. You’re so good with them in so many different ways. I…I mean I never really thought twice about having kids, but if you and I decide this is a long term thing…I’d love to be the person you have kids with.”

“Thought you didn’t like playing the what if game.” She leans in and pecks his lips.

“I don’t.”

“Okay, so, it’s not an if with us, Harry, it’s a when.”

He smiles and kisses her tenderly.

“You’re the love of my life, you know that?” He says against her lips before kissing her again.

The school year was just about to start again. Classes would begin just after Labor Day. How were Harry and Danielle spending their long weekend? Well, she was currently bouncing up and down on his dick reverse-cowgirl on her couch while he sucked a nasty bruise into her neck, rubbing her clit with one hand, and kneading one of her breasts with the other. She felt like she was drooling from how good everything felt. The two of them had both tanned nicely over the summer, and now they Danielle was fully back in her apartment, Harry was taking full advantage.

“Fuck, fuck!” She pants. Harry was thrusting up into her, pounding against her g-spot.

It was how she liked it, she didn’t care if she was sore later, and he was happy to give it to her like this. She turns her head slightly and she licks into his mouth to suck on his tongue. He replaces his tongue in her mouth with two of his fingers, which she was happy to suck on while his fingers continued to work her clit. They had been together for a while now, and sometimes when you were a little older, time didn’t make much of a difference when you were trying to check off certain boxes with the person you loved most. So, Harry just blurts out what he’s thinking.

“I think we should move in together.” He grunts, and she gasps around his fingers.

“Wh-what?” She says, whining because she’s so very close. This wasn’t the type of talk she enjoyed during sex. “Harry, please, I’m almost there, can we talk about this after?” She tugs at his hair, making him groan.

He grips her hips, helping her rock faster on him, and she goes to rub her own clit. He was fucking so hard and deep that she thought her spine was going to crack in half, but she didn’t fucking care. She wanted it. He hits it just right again, and her eyes roll into the back of her head as her back arches, her body molding into his as she rides it out. His come shoots up inside her a moment after, and he presses his lips to her temple. She tries to move off him, but he wraps his arms around her tummy to keep here there.

“Can we talk now?” He breathes, his breath hot on the shell of her ear and she whimpers. “I really think we should live together.”

“And whose place do you want to live at, hm? We’re both pack rats, Har. We both need home offices, we both-“

“Just answer the question: do you want to live together?”

“Yes.” She looks over her shoulder at him. “I do.”

“Okay, then.” He smiles and gently lifts her off of him. “Right when we started dating, I got pre-approved for a home loan.” He wraps her up in the blanket she has on the couch and carries her into the bedroom so they can both lay down before cleaning themselves up. “I put the house hunting on hold, obviously…I’d need to get pre-approved again since the three-month window they gave me lapsed, but…I can afford a pretty decent house.” He smiles fondly at Danielle. She had that after sex glow to her, and it always made him melt.

“You…you can afford a house?”

“I can.” He nods. “Been saving up for a while. I was sort of hoping…well…we could look at houses together. I could buy it, and then we could split the mortgage payments, or I could just pay the mortgage and you could take care of the utilities and other bills. Whatever makes more sense.” He shrugs. She blinks a few times and then licks her lips.

“I just…wow, I can’t believe you wanna do something so huge with me. Buying a house with someone is a pretty big deal.”

“I feel like it makes more sense to buy the house first, and then save back up for a wedding later, but that’s just me.” He gives her a smug look and her eyes widen. “I think that’s why the divorce rate is too high, not enough people live together before they get married.” A grin starts to form on her lips. “Don’t look at me like that, we’ve talked about long-term stuff before.”

“We’ve talked about hypothetical babies, not buying a house. Do you already have a realtor?”

“No, and we don’t really need one. We can just look up the houses we wanna see and contact the realtor that’s selling the home. A friend of mine did that and they said it was a way better experience.”

“I can’t believe this.” She shakes her and then giggles, throwing her arms around his neck. “You wanna be us a house! I wish I could help with the down payment, but my student loans have prevented me from putting a lot into my savings…”

“It’s no problem. You’re able to afford this place on your own, so I figured you’d be able to help with bills and stuff.”

“I definitely will be able to.” She kisses his cheek. “Let’s go take a shower and then we can start looking on realtor.”

“Eager.” He smirks as she tugs him up from the bed.

“Now’s the time to buy! All of the snowbirds who are looking to make the big plunge to warm weather full time will be looking to get rid of their houses, and with the school year starting we don’t really have to worry about competing with families. It’s perfect, Harry!”

It was, it really was.

By the beginning of October, the two were moved into a stunning home with four bedrooms, and four baths. They got just about everything on their wish list, and anything they didn’t, Harry said he could make happen. Danielle was able to pass out candy for Halloween to the kids in the neighborhood, which delighted her to no end because a few of her new and previous students stopped by. And when it came time for Thanksgiving, even though they weren’t full unpacked, Danielle was able to host a fabulous dinner for her family.

It wasn’t always perfect, they disagreed on paint colors, furniture, curtains, and rugs. They usually found some way to compromise, though. Sometimes Danielle had trouble checking her attitude at the door. There was one evening she got home a little later than usual, so Harry got dinner started. A nice gesture on his part, which she thanked him for. However, when it came time to clean up, she wouldn’t stop huffing while she loaded the dishwasher.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” He finally asks. “Why are you reorganizing everything?”

“Because you never put anything in here right.” She snaps. “Bowls and cups go on the top rack. Look at this! You put one of the little plates up here, how the fuck is that supposed to get cleaned properly?” She says as she moves the small plate to the bottom rack. “You also don’t load the silverware correctly. Did you want me to stab myself?! I’m usually the one that has to unload it.” She huffs again after throwing a pod in and turning the dishwasher on. She crosses her arms and looks at him. “I’m your girlfriend, not your mother.”

“I never said you were.” He crosses his arms as well, astonished at her tone.

“Yeah? So, did you think that your dirty socks and underwear just magically picked themselves up and put themselves into your hamper? Did you think that the bed magically gets made? Did you think that the broom and dustpan do a little fucking dance and that’s how the shmutz on the floor gets cleaned up?!”

“You’re making it seem like I don’t do anything to help out around here. I’m the one that rakes the leaves and mows the lawn, I’m the one that has to stop what I’m doing to come kill a bug every time you yelp, I’m the one that takes care of all the trash in the house-“

“Only when I say something about it overflowing. I have to tell you to do everything!”

“Look, I’m sorry I don’t load the dishwasher in the way that you’d prefer, but the dishes get clean, so-“

“No, they don’t. I either have to run it again, or I wash the stuff by hand. We’re gonna have kids someday, Harry, I don’t want them picking up on your bad habits.”

“My bad habits?!” Okay, now he was getting angry. “I have to ask you to clean your hair out of the shower drain. In fact, your hair is fucking everywhere! You never wipe off the mirror after you pop a pimple, which you know you shouldn’t be doing anyway.” He rolls his eyes. Her face falls into a deep frown. “Not so much fun when someone’s pointing out your flaws, is it?”

“Fuck off.” She turns on her heel and makes her way out of the kitchen.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be. You’re going to start an argument with me, but you’re not going to finish it?” He says as he follows her out to the staircase.

“You asked me what was wrong, and I told you.” She states.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to be such a bitch about it.” Her eyes widen with anger at that, and her nails press into her palms. She starts stomping her way upstairs. “Dani.” He sighs. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.” He follows her up the stairs.

“But you did.” She goes into the bedroom and almost shuts the door in his face, but he catches it, making his way in. “You men are all the same, you know that? Any time a woman calls you out on some crap, she’s a bitch.”

“You got upset over something as insignificant as loading a dishwasher. You know we’re lucky to even have one? There are people who don’t have the luxury.”

“Yeah, I know! And I’d probably be the one to always be washing the dishes.”

“If it bothered you that much, then why didn’t you say something to me before?”

“Because I didn’t want to come off as naggy! I don’t want to be one of those women that’s always telling their partner what to do and how to do it, but holy fuck, who actually raised you?! I mean, some of the things you do, I just don’t understand.” She shakes her head.

“We were obviously raised differently.” He sighs. “You know if you just told me-“

“But I don’t want to have to tell you! I don’t want to have to ask because I shouldn’t have to.”

“I’m not a mind reader, Dani!”

“I’m not asking you to be! But when the sink is full of dishes, do you think you could take care of it without me having to mention it? Do you think that when the trash is full you could just bag it up and take it and put a new bag in? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve accidentally thrown something out without a bag being in the barrel. It drives me bananas!”

“Okay, I’ll…I’ll try to be better about those things. I don’t want you to feel like you’re having to pick up after me.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“And…I’ll try to not just explode on you when something’s been bothering me.” She sits on the bed and lays back. “Ugh, I just had a long day. Kids are starting to get colds, and the meeting I had after school just wouldn’t end, I’m supposed to get my period in a couple of days so I feel bloated and gross.” Harry sits down next to her and rubs her thigh. He looks down at her with a soft smile. “Listen to me.” She sighs. “Here I am complaining about stupid things when you literally put your life at risk every time you go to work.”

“Don’t compare us, babe. You’re allowed to feel annoyed and stressed.”

“How do you always stay so calm?” She tugs him down to lay with her.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to stay upset when I have such a cute girlfriend.” He kisses her cheek and she giggles.

“I’m sorry I got so mad.”

“It’s okay, baby.” He kisses her cheek again. “We’re bound to have an argument once in a while. The most important thing is that we always make up afterwards.” He starts kissing on her neck and she bites her bottom lip.

“Harry, I just told you that I feel bloated and gross, and-“

“So, let me make you feel not gross.” He says as he moves on top of her. “Let me love on you, darling, it’ll help you destress.” He moves her up the bed until he’s situated between her legs. He undoes her pants and drags them down her legs. “Are you wearing boxer-briefs?” He questions.

“Y-yeah? I started buying them a little while ago. They’re more comfortable, and they breathe better. Plus, no panty lines.”

“How did I not notice this?” He blinks.

“Because I usually change when I get home into something a little sexier.” She chuckles.

“Actually…” He tugs on the band and lets it snap back against her skin. “You look pretty sexy in these.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He tugs them off of her and kisses on her tummy. He parts he legs and licks around her folds. She sighs and lets her body rest into the mattress.

“I really feel like I don’t deserve this since I was so nasty to you.” She says as she cards her finger through his hair.

“You can make it up to me by letting me fuck your mouth afterwards. Seems like you could use a break from running it, hm?” He sucks on her clit, making her groan, and she nods.

“Yeah, seems fair to me.” She gasps as he licks into her warm center, and uses his thumb on her clit. “Would you make me come a few times, though, at least?”

Her gives her a devilish smirk, which she takes as a yes while he continues to work his tongue in and out of her. He gave her four orgasms before crawling up her body and stuffing his throbbing down her throat. Feeling her nails dig into his hips as he thrusted in and out of her was everything he needed. They didn’t do stuff like this often. He didn’t want to be one of those couples where certain types of sex or positions were used as punishments. But he knew Danielle genuinely enjoyed feeling a little bit of pain, not that they’d ever talked about it. He didn’t want to embarrass her by bringing up one of her very obvious kinks. Whenever he did fuck her throat, though, she always moaned around him, and she’d end up drenched between her legs all over again, so he knew she enjoyed it. He also made sure to love on her right afterwards, praising her, telling her how good she did for him, and he’d get a glass of water for her to sip on while he cleaned her up. They had good, healthy relationship in many aspects. He loved her, he really fucking loved her, and he never wanted to be without her.

“Dani, fuck, I love you, I love you so much, shit!” He cries out as he comes down her throat. He pulls away from her carefully and she smiles up at him after swallowing. He wipes a few stray tears away from her cheek.

“I love you too.” She says, voice hoarse, but still there.

“Do you feel like taking a bath tonight? I could rub your shoulders for you.”

“I’d like that, yeah, thanks.”

A couple of months later, and it was fire safety week once again. They made it through their first holiday season together, and his thirty-third birthday. Now they had been together an entire year, owned a home together, and were looking into potentially getting a dog. Harry had told her all about the senior dogs at the shelter, and Danielle sort of liked the idea of not having to train a puppy, even if they were undeniably cute.

All of the kids in both of Danielle’s groups knew that Chief Styles was Miss Robinson’s very special friend because she had a picture of the two of them on her desk, and one of him as her desktop wallpaper. It was no surprise that some of the kids teased them a bit, and asked some personal questions, but other than that the week was going well as it usually did. When Friday rolled around, it was time for the kids to put on their performance for the fire department. It was an assembly all of the grades came to, along with the other teachers. Once the four songs, and a skit, are over, Harry goes up to give his thanks just as he did last year.

“Thank you all so much for another fantastic week. Fire safety is extremely important to learn at a young age. I know we had a lot of fun together, but remember, when you’re missing Chief Styles, don’t call 911 to talk to him. Have your parent or guardian come down to the fire house, and we can say hello there, alright?” That was usually where the assembly would end, but today things were going to go a little differently. “If I could have all of the kids back up on stage for a moment? Parents, I promise this won’t take more than a couple of minutes.”

Danielle was visibly confused because she hadn’t planned anything else with the students, and Harry hadn’t mentioned adding anything special today. So, she sat in her seat in the front row and watched. She leaned over next to one of her colleagues.

“Do you know what’s going on?” She asks.

“Just watch, Dani.” Her colleague says, and Danielle sits up straight in her seat again.

All of the kids were holding a piece of paper in their hands. It was facing blank towards the audience. Some of them were giggling as Harry and the other fire fighters placed them in certain spots. Ralph gives Harry a thumbs up, and he starts speaking into the microphone again.

“Not a lot of people know this, or maybe they do, I don’t really know, but last year was my first year getting to host fire safety week with the lovely Miss Robinson, and over this last year she’s managed to steal my heart, giving me the great privilege of calling her my girlfriend.” The kids behind him snicker and giggle. “You said you’d all be cool, come on.” He looks over at Danielle, who still really had no idea what the fuck was going on. “Miss Robinson, could you come here for a moment?”

She nods, and gets up slowly, walking over to him. He takes one of his hands in hers.

“What are you doing?” She whispers.

“You’ll see.” He winks. “Miss Robinson has taught her kids how to spell lots of interesting words already this year. She teaches them how to sound things out, and all that good stuff. I had a chance to teach them something this week and they’ve been dying to show you.” He tugs her to the side so the whole audience will be able to see. “Alright, kids, flip your papers over to show Miss Robinson.”

She gasps when she sees it, cupping a hand over her mouth as her eyes start to well up. All of the papers spelled out: M I S S – R O B I N S O N – W I L L – Y O U – M A R R Y – M E ? She looks at Harry, who was now down on one knee, holding up a gorgeous ring in a little black, velvet box.

“It says, Miss Robinson, will you marry me?” He says to her with a beaming smile.

“I can see that.” She says, wiping some tears from her cheeks.

“Will you?”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes.” Everyone in the room cheers as Harry slips the ring on her finger. He stands up, and kisses her, not to vulgarly because there were kids around, but enough to show how happy he was that she said yes. “When did you have the time to plan all of this with them?”

“Got their parents’ emails from one of the other teachers.” He smirks. “Are you surprised?”

“I’m shocked!” She turns to her students. “You all kept such a big secret from me!” They crowd around her to hug her as she opens her arms for them.

A ton of the teachers, parents, and fire fighters all come up to the congratulate the pair. Once all of the fuss is over, and the cafeteria is cleared, Harry and Danielle go back to her classroom so she can pack up her things for the day.

“Do you like the ring?” He asks nervously.

“Are you kidding, I love it! It’s so beautiful, baby.” She pecks his lips. “I can’t wait to call my parents, I’m buzzing! Think of how cute Sarah’s going to be as a flower girl. Oh, and they’ll start calling you Uncle Harry, how sweet!”

“Gonna have to let Ryan be a groomsman, or I think he’ll try to kill me.” Harry chuckles. “He’s quite protective over his Auntie Dani.”

“And don’t you forget it.” She presses her finger to his chest. He leans in and kisses her tenderly. Normally, Danielle didn’t like getting so lovey dovey in her classroom, but she figured she had a good excuse in case anyone walked in. “I still can’t believe you planned all of that and pulled it off. Those kids usually can’t keep a secret.”

“I promised them all a ride in one of the fire trucks if they kept their mouths shut.”

“Damn, that was really smart.” She chuckles.

“I’d say so.” He smirks. “Do you feel like going out to eat tonight to celebrate? Ralph and his husband were hoping to treat us.”

“Sure.” She nods. “I’ll just need to cancel my yoga classes really quick.”

“You can still teach your classes if you want. I can just tell him we won’t be ready until later.”

“No, see, I wanna go home, and stay there for a bit.” She tugs on the suspenders that were keeping his fire pants up. “I’d like to celebrate with you privately first, Chief Styles.” She takes his hat off and puts it on her own head before catching his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking on it. He groans into the kiss, and she lets his lip snap back. He had inadvertently put her into one of her ‘Chief Styles/Miss Robinson’ moods, which he wasn’t upset about in the least. “How’s that sound?”

“Well, Miss Robinson, I’d say it sounds like you’re trying to seduce me.” He smirks, and she rolls her eyes. It was her least favorite joke.

“I can’t wait to be Danielle Robinson Styles so that you can’t make that stupid fucking joke anymore. I’m not a forty-year-old woman seducing a recent college grad!” His face softens immensely. “What?”

“Nothing.” He puts his hands on her hips and gives her a squeeze. “I just…I didn’t think you’d want to change your name, is all.”

“Harry, I’d be proud to be called Mrs. Styles. Think of how cute it’ll be after we get married and I have a new class, and then when you come in for fire safety week, I’ll be able to say my husband, Chief Styles.” She pouts at him.

“Alright, it’s time we get you home before my stiffy pops through my pants.”

She giggles as she grabs her bag, and they both rush out of her classroom, and out to the car. They held hands the while way home, not wanting to be apart from one another’s touch for even a second.

#burning love #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #harry styles series #harry styles x oc #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #firefighter!harry #firefighterry

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kevin-day-is-bi · 4 years ago

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Here! An unnamed fluffy jerejean fic I wrote in a haze at 1 am this morning!

When Jeremy Knox smiled, it was almost bright enough to banish the shadows that still lurked. Jean saw, sometimes, worry lines around Jeremy's mouth and eyes. When he thought no one was looking, Jeremy's brows furrowed and his mouth tightened some days. The first time Jean noticed it was two months and some change after he had officially joined the team. The first month didn't really count, though, due to the fact that Jean had spent almost all of it on the court.

There were many strange things about the Trojans, he had noticed. They were always smiling. Someone always had freshly died or cut hair, and Jeremy was usually surprised to see it unless it was his own hair. Uniforms were altered, makeup was done, friendships were formed, all outside of the court. Jean wanted to spend all his time on the court, but fast realized this was impossible.

When he went back to the shared dorm he had with Jeremy, Jeremy was always there. No matter whether it was midnight or noon. Jeremy was there, sleeping or eating or on the phone with Laila. It helped Jean, more than he was willing to admit. Every time he was there he brought the decided feel of outside with him. He always brought outside to Jean, so Jean decided to stop being a burden and go outside himself.

It was team brunch the first time. There were pancakes and burgers and the entire experience was the exact opposite if everything Jean had known. From them leaving their dorm to their arrival, full of 'ohhh shit I forgot my keys!' and laughter and Jeremy stopping by a street sign that read 'Moreau Ave.' to take a picture with Jean. In the Nest, when (if) they left, it was orderly and calm and silent. There was not loud pop music and sunglasses and Jeremy owning an impressively vintage convertible (Jean later found out it was actually Alvarez's, borrowed to make a good impression.)

Jean was silent for the entirety of the meal. Jeremy didn't know how to be silent and talked enough for the both of them. Alvarez got them milkshakes and everyone shared some of theirs, except for Jean, who only allowed Jeremy a sip. Jean hadn't had a milkshake before. He liked them.

The drive back was louder, somehow. Jean wondered if perhaps it was the sugar that lead Jeremy to practically yell song lyrics.

Brunch happened two more times, as well as several dinners and countless lunches with just Jeremy. Jean rarely spoke. In the Nest, his only emotions were fear and fury, and those were felt as vibrantly as a burn. Once the leading factor in both those was taken away, Jean had some trouble determining other feelings. Even the brightest days were slightly gray. Though he felt his pit of anger return some days to give him enough energy to snap at someone holding their racquet wrong, he was mostly blank. This was when he noticed that Jeremy didn't always smile.

He came across Jeremy talking to Laila one time. One walked quietly in the Nest, so Jean remained unheard as he almost rounded the corner where they were. He planned to keep walking, but he heard his own name whispered. So he slowed.

Laila asked something he didn't catch and Jeremy's warm voice responded.

"Everyone heals at their own time. You can't rush him."

"What if he isn't healing? What if the Nest damaged something that can't be healed?"

Jean froze. They were talking about him. None of Jeremy's normal light was present when he responded.

"I've seen the people that come out of the Nest. They were broken, but not impossible to heal. No one is."

Laila hissed something, but Jeremy's voice rose.

"We thought Kevin couldn't be healed."

Silence echoed. Jean wondered if he should walk away. Then,

"I'm not going to stop trying. I wouldn't do that."

Laila sounded hurt for reasons Jean couldn't place.

"I know. You're a good person. He just worries me."

A quiet moment, then a door opened and students started streaming past Jean.

"Shit, class. Will you be alright?" Laila spoke slightly louder to be heard over the sounds of bodies.

"Yeah. I should go back to the dorm. Jean should be back in a bit."

Jean stepped sideways into the crowd of bodies and tried to seem unassuming. Jeremy was leaning against the wall. Laila's ponytail was disappearing down the hall. Jean almost stopped short when he saw Jeremy's face.

No trace of the bright grin, no sign of the cheerful eyes. Instead there was a slightly lopsided frown, and a furrowed brow, and a far off stare. Something about it looked odd, like he was missing a body part.

Jean kept walking. He walked all the way to the dorm, where he sat down on his bed and tried to ignore the quiet. Jean hated the quiet. There was a list of things he couldn't stand anymore, and Jeremy's presence usually prevented all of them. Jeremy had bought him a little nightlight that shined the pattern of stars on his ceiling at night, since Jean couldn't stand the dark. Jeremy was almost always playing music or talking, even at night, which prevented silence. Jeremy himself prevented Jean from being alone, which sent him into panic attacks and fearful spirals of anger and hate. Jeremy never wore black and didn't have any of the normal black notebooks for classes. Jeremy only wore bright red instead of a deeper, blood red. Jeremy had bright stickers over anything that had a 3 on it.

Jeremy walked in, smile in place. It was impossible to tell how fake it was. Jean felt slightly bad for not responding to their efforts to help him. So he cast his gaze around the room as Jeremy chatted absentmindedly. His gaze snagged on a picture. He gathered every bit of wanting to socialize that he had within him and interrupted Jeremy.

"I would like to go to the beach."

Jeremy froze and turned. "What?"

"I've never been to the beach. I want to go."

Jeremy started vibrating and scrambled for his phone. "We're going to the beach."

This was the start. Jean started classifying feelings as things that caused them. Joy was team brunch. Excitement was driving very fast in the convertible. Amusement was when Laila made Alvarez laugh when she was drinking a milkshake and laugh so hard the milkshake came out of her nose. Calm was rainy days with Jeremy, his nightlight on and soft music drifting from Jeremy's laptop. Jeremy's smile caused something Jean couldn't identify, so he didn't bother to. Slowly, the fog lifted.

He smiled at things. He talked to the team. He learned that sass was a thing that existed and he could use, instead of just being meek or acerbic. He began to develop a healthy appreciation for all things yellow. It reminded him illogically of Jeremy. Jean came across no more talks about his healing, he never again saw the edges of Jeremy's worry. If he did, it was at something else, and Jeremy was trusting him enough to show the worry. It was an odd feeling.

There were things Jeremy did that both confused Jean and made him happy. Like bringing him milkshakes or doodling flowers on Jean's homework or bringing him seashells when they were walking on the beach. Jean wondered if something like this had been waiting for Kevin. Wondered if that was why he had left; something like this had been taunting him. Then Jean wondered why he hadn't left earlier, 'he' being both himself and Kevin. California drove the darkness away. Jeremy and the Trojans waited ahead. Jean wondered some days why he was here. Why he didn't go back, now Riko was gone. But the Trojans had milkshakes and tacos and beaches and Jeremy had a smile brighter than the sun. That was enough.

This has only been reread once. Hope you enjoyed it!

#aftg #all for the game #jean moreau #jeremy knox #jerejean

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nachotrash · 4 years ago

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ANOTHER EDITION OF INCORRECT QUOTES

ft: @catchmewiddershins @paradise-creator @elektrosonix @lilikags @todd-the-phrog and my irl bestie

Lili: I think I'm falling for you.

Anna: Then get up.

Anna: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Pauline: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Wid walks in*

Pauline: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Sara: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreashing.

Wid: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Isamu: Is something burning?

Wid, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Isamu: Wid, the toaster is literally on fire.

Isamu: *seductively takes off glasses*

Isamu: Wow...

Anna: *blushes* Haha... what?

Isamu: You're really fucking blurry.

Anna: Any questions?

Wid: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

Anna: Uh, a plan, duh...

Shiyu: Wid, chill, I know it’s weird, but Anna has a point.

Wid:

Wid: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!

Wid: I know this isn’t going to end well and I don’t care. So don’t you try and stop me, Sara!

Sara: I wasn’t stopping you. I was asking if you had a spare camera so I can record this.

Lili: I'm not that stupid!

Shiyu: Lili, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

Lili: ANNA TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

Isamu: *visiting the squad* Hello, I just came to-

Isamu: *sees Sara shoving Shiyu into the washing machine while Anna records and Wid watches*

Isamu: *retreating* Something suddenly came up.

Shiyu: I failed my safety training course today.

Lili: Why, what happened?

Shiyu: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?"

Lili: And?

Shiyu: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

Lili: How would you like your coffee?

Wid: As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Lili, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Wid: It’s time to turn this into a real business.

Shiyu: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes?

Anna: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes?

Sara: I handle our accounting.

(no but this is actually me)

Sara: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-

Anna: You sleep with a teddybear.

Sara: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

Lili: You are an absolute fucking dork.

Anna, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork!

Lili: *sighs* Yeah, you're my dork.

Lili: Guys, I didn’t memorize my lines!

Isamu: Just use your lack of common sense! Everyone knows the characters in plays are dumb as fuck!

*During the play*

Pauline: Hey! You finally made it! Did you get the donuts?

Lili: W-what’re donuts?

Pauline: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Anna: A doll.

Isamu: A cinnamon roll.

Lili: A sweetheart.

Pauline:

Pauline: ...stop it.

Pauline: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Wid: Aren't you forgetting something?

Pauline: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Wid's forehead before running out.*

Wid: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

Pauline: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gunna unmake it to sleep in it anyways?

Anna: Why should I feed you if your just gunna die anyways?

Pauline:

Pauline: I'll go make my bed-

Lili: Yo dumbass, get over here.

Shiyu: Okay-

Anna: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming!

Shiyu, sadly: I thought... I was dumbass...

Shiyu: That shirt looks great, Sara.

Sara: Thanks.

Shiyu: But I bet it would look even better on Lili's floor.

Lili: Are you hitting on Sara... for me?

Pauline: I dare you-

Lili: Isamu is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Pauline: Why not?

Isamu: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Pauline: Dearly Beloved, we are here today to remember Isamu, taken from us in the prime of life; when they were crushed by a runaway semi, driven by the Incredible Hulk.

Isamu: Aww, you knew my favorite cause of death.

Lili: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Wid, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Sara, whispering: Because I have little hands.

Wid: Because they have little hands.

Anna: I’ve made a spread sheet of all the crime in Brooklyn.

Anna: There’s so much crime in New York, no one should live here.

Lili: Pros and cons of dating me.

Lili: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Lili: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Shiyu: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container.

Pauline: The cow??

Shiyu: What?

Isamu: Pauline, W H Y?

Lili: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?

Sara: For the dogs.

Wid: Why are your tongues purple?

Isamu, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like?

Shiyu: That’s the longest worm I’ve ever seen.

Isamu: Is this your plan B?

Lili: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along?

Sara: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Isamu!

Anna: Truth or dare?

Isamu: How many children do you have?

Isamu, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Sara, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

Isamu: I failed my safety training course today.

Pauline, watching Isamu and Sara fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

(ok but this is kinda accurate)

Isamu: Do you want some tea?

Pauline: I have an idea.

Wid: When I was a kid, Isamu told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.

Pauline: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??

Shiyu: What's wrong with you?

Wid: I intend to stay pissed at you forever.

Anna, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.

Anna, holding a rock: Isamu just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock".

Anna: What do you have?

Pauline: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.

Lili: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Anna: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

Pauline: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car?

Sara: How stupid do you think I am?!

Pauline: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-

Lili: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Pauline.

Lili: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Anna: I wanna die.

Shiyu: Are you sure this is safe?

Wid: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Isamu: The time to act is now.

Isamu: Shiyu won’t wake up, what do I do?

Isamu: Why doesn’t Pauline find me sexy when I bite my lip?

Wid: Anna's first detention, I'm so proud.

Pauline: She's the girl of my dreams!

(and now, an only ship edition)

Pauline: So, are you two dating now?

Anna: I didn't drink that much last night.

Anna: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Shiyu: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Isamu: *sees Anna and Pauline together*

Pauline: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Anna: Well, remember when Lili made a romantic dinner for me?

Isamu: Sara, let’s go!

Anna: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Wid: Is this your plan B?

Shiyu: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

Lili: I find it very unseemly of Shiyu to start dating again. Isn't the customary period of mourning 10 years?

Shiyu: Hey, Pauline? Can I get some dating advice?

Shiyu: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Isamu: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Anna: Guys, my friend here is bilingual.

Sara: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Anna: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Shiyu: Isamu kissed me!

Sara: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Lili: *sees Anna and Shiyu together*

*playing twister*

Wid: So, what is Shiyu to you?

Shiyu: Why are your tongues purple?

#incorrect nacho

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hddnone · 5 years ago

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Eat Your Eggs

Commission fic for @saganarojanaolt with coming @monobuu doodle for winteriron with fluffy haired Tony. Thanks so much!!

“Take me to bed.”

Those were perfect words coming from his boyfriend, but Bucky had to admit they would have sounded a lot better as a sultry purr from Tony’s mouth rather than what they were - the slurred mutterings of a genius at the end of a workshop binge, already half-asleep.

But Bucky likes taking Tony to bed under these circumstances too, even though the look in Tony’s eyes is more pitiful than enticing. Bucky shakes his head at Tony but steps forward to pick Tony up - bridal style, because Tony liked to cuddle up against his chest. Tony went limp and loose in his arms, and Bucky made sure he had a secure hold that would hold up to Tony’s occasional squirming.

“Hmm, cozy,” Tony muttered, his eyelids falling closed, as he wrapped his arms around Bucky’s neck and nuzzled.

“Whatever you need,” Bucky tried to drawl, though it came out way too fondly for an attempt at sarcasm.

Oh well, there was no one around but Jarvis and DUM-E to judge him anyway.

“Everything shut down alright?” Bucky asked them as he cast a careful eye over the workshop.

DUM-E rolled in a tight and quick energetic circle that made Bucky tired just looking at him.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes,” Jarvis replied. “We appreciate your fetching of Sir. Please see that he has a comfortable night of rest.”

“I’ll do my best,” Bucky promised.

Tony muttered something that sounded like a protest, but he was much closer to being asleep then he was to being conscious and not even Bucky’s enhanced hearing caught what Tony meant to say. All Bucky felt was Tony’s warm breath against his neck, lips brushing Bucky’s skin.

Bucky let the soft smile take over his face and carted his boyfriend up to bed.

Bucky quietly slid out of bed the next morning, though there wasn’t much need for stealth. When Tony did sleep, he slept hard. Sprawled out across the sheets, breathing so deep it was almost a snore, Tony was practically passed out and wouldn’t be rousing anytime soon.

Still, Bucky tiptoed around the room as he got ready for a run with Steve and Sam. Bucky wasn’t a fan of running like those two were, but it was an efficient way to burn off the restless energy the serum packed into his system. Plus, lapping Sam was always fun no matter what.

So Bucky went for a run, trying his best to trip Steve up whenever possible and bantering with Sam at every pass to make the whole running business less boring. When he got back, Tony had rolled over onto Bucky’s spot on the bed. Bucky felt his smile stretch his face as he watched Tony for a moment, Tony’s heavy breaths starting to lighten. That meant Tony would soon be awake, and that meant Bucky had to move.

Bucky shook himself out of the daze, because he needed to clean up and then start breakfast.

Pancakes, he decided. One of Tony’s favorites. They might even have some blueberries for Bucky to throw into the batter. Eggs too, he amended, because Tony probably needed the protein.

After Bucky had showered, dressed - back in pajamas because it was Saturday - turned down Steve and Sam’s invitation to breakfast, found out there were still blueberries in the fridge, turned down Steve and Sam’s request to join him for breakfast when they found out about the blueberry pancakes, whipped up the batter, had the eggs scrambled and ready for the skillet, only then could Bucky start the coffee.

There was one scent above all that would drag Tony out of bed, and that was rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. All Bucky had to do was time it correctly with pancakes fresh off the griddle and eggs frying on the stove and -

There Tony was, shuffling out of the bedroom with heavy-lidded eyes and fluffy hair. Extremely fluffy hair, Bucky noted with a smile. He plated up a few fresh pancakes and a heaping spoonful of eggs, then held the plate out for Tony.

“Food first, then you get the coffee,” Bucky threatened when Tony aimed to amble by, heading straight for the coffee machine.

Tony pouted, his shoulders sagging in disappointment.

Bucky rolled his eyes but internally he was desperately trying to find the fortitude to say no to Tony. It was a hard task, but he was able to shake his head and stay firm.

“Eat your eggs, doll.” Bucky forced the plate into Tony’s hands, then lifted Tony onto the counter so that Tony couldn’t dash off to the coffee.

He grabbed the spatula and flipped the pancake on the stove, breathing a sigh of relief at seeing it was only a touch more brown than he liked and not completely burnt. Sometimes he got too distracted by Tony and they had to eat around the black bits, but not this morning. Or at least, not yet.

Tony hummed in enjoyment, and Bucky turned to see Tony with a fork in his mouth, eyes closed in bliss.

“You like?” Bucky asked, amused.

“’S good,” Tony mumbled around a mouthful.

Bucky smiled and stopped resisting. He reached out and patted Tony’s hair, enjoying how it puffed up under his hand.

Tony swatted at him half-heartedly, but Bucky was easily able to dodge.

“Don’t mock me.” Tony shoveled in another mouthful of eggs.

“Not mocking. Appreciating,” Bucky corrected. He went back to the stove and transfered the done pancakes onto his plate.

“I’m going to start styling my hair before coming to breakfast.”

Bucky scoffed. “You can barely manage to walk to breakfast.”

Tony hummed in bliss, and Bucky realized that somehow, somewhen, Tony had managed to snag a cup of coffee and was sipping at it. Bucky shook his head in disbelief and grabbed a mug for himself before the entire pot was gone.

“That just means you should bring me breakfast in bed.”

“I do that and you’ll fall asleep. Face-plant into your food. Eggs all in that hair.” Bucky reached out to touch again, his fingers itching to feel the fluff.

Tony stuck his tongue out, but didn’t dodge the touch. “This means I get to braid your hair whenever I want.”

“Done deal,” Bucky agreed as he continued to pet Tony’s fluffy hair.

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #megan writes things

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terrascookiejar-archive · 5 years ago

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Today in Terra’s Doodles.

We have a ton of Sketches, Doodles, and Unfinished Indefinitely drawings that are rotting in my screenshot folder.

I’ll go into each of them below from top to bottom!

1. Candy Apple meets Blueberry Pie

A drawing that was started shortly after we met Blueberry Pie in the app. There was an idea and incentive to pair up Candy Apple with Blueberry Pie as the two were so similar and it could lead to a lot of shipping potential. However the ship itself fell through because the peep we had musing Blueberry Pie had this whole thing set up for her that I didn’t want to interfere with and eventually the concept was dropped, and as for this drawing... Well. I started rendering it with the Old Library in mind from the City of Wizards, without realizing that `Blueberry Pie is trapped within the archives. Realizing that far too late made me burn out and lose all interest in finishing the drawing. However the sketch still remains and I am at least proud of how it was laid out.

2. Peanut Butter Meeting the Guild and Pollia Dragon’s first design.

Fun Fact! Pollia as a dragon was drawn out before we knew Dragon Cookies were a thing! Back then they were just planned to be a blue dragon with no character who only ever appeared once. When Pitaya was introduced, that changed everything and this early design was dropped in favor of designing something more interesting.

As for the cage PB is in, that’s the “Music Box” that Pollia kept her in! It was always intended to just look like an odd cage. That design hasn’t changed. I was planning to draw a whole set of scenes, guild adventures style, of the gang meeting Peanut Butter. But so far I haven’t had the drive to do it. At the very least the scenario was played out via flashback in the Dark Choco Arc, so it will at least be made public some day!

3 & 4. Peanut Butter Doodles.

The first sketch was for a costume whose purpose and context I no longer remember, but the concept was later repurposed into Centaur!PB. The second is just an expression doodle of RMAU!PB. I think I wanted to draw something specific but was getting frustrated. Yet liked how the expression came out so I kept it.

5 & 6 Pumpkin Spice Doodles

The first doodles are related to a scene that eventually made it into the Dark Choco Arc (you’ll see it eventually!), a moment of vulnerability for her!

The second doodles are her in another outfit. Relating to a roleplay between Neb and I. It was supposed to look fresh, yet adventure-y!!

7. Crying Gizmo

This was a vent piece and Gizmo was on my mind. It was around the time too that Gizmo was having a bit more of a defiant side added to her character as she’s starting to feel that Buckeye and Gold Rush Gulch are babying her and not giving her freedom as a cookie. Sometime she’s come to realize upon meeting Roll Cake and Pancake Cookie.

So a lot of those feelings are what Gizmo is feeling here. Being frustrated over not being taken seriously.

8 & 9. Sarah Baker Doodles

The first is a more serious doodle of a very, very early concept for “The Cursed Girl” where Sarah was actually more injured by the Witch trying to keep the cookies safe.

While Sarah carrying around the cookies in a basket was an idea that still made it into the Cursed Girl Roleplay, the confrontation with the Witch was structured completely differently from the original concept. So Sarah never gets too terribly injured, nor does this situation ever occur so it was cut.

The second is Sarah Baker giving the reader an “L” I don’t remember the context fully, but I think I was getting frustrated at an anon and was going to make this as a response. But ultimately I decided against it.

10. Joke Costume: Frosted Sugar’s/Sarah Baker’s Sabaton Power Metal

This was literally sketched around the same time as Frosted Sugar’s/Sarah Baker’s Babe in Cookieland.

I have been big into the Power Metal band, Sabaton, for a while and it’s lead to a few instances of me thinking about a costume for Frosted Sugar based on the band and the feeling they have.

I do want to make a costume for Frosted Sugar based on some of the more drastic parts of Sarah Baker’s backstory (Which can be seen in the “Love Me as I Am” story on Quotev), but I haven’t come up with a concept I’m either 100% comfortable with or one I don’t think is gonna be me misconstrued as me marginalizing current events.

Anyway have the sketch for Babe in Cookieland too while you’re at it.

#Cookie Run #Cookie Run OCs #Sketches #Blueberry Pie Cookie #Candy Apple Cookie #Peanut Butter Cookie #Pollia Dragon Cookie #Pumpkin Spice Cookie #Gizmo Cookie #Sarah Baker #Frosted Sugar Cookie #Concept Art #Unused Concepts #Unused Content

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pixelatedrose · 5 years ago

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Can you do 39 with prinxiety? Sorry if I'm being a burden - 🌯

Prompt 39 Prinxiety

“Listen it’s not really my fault i fell in love with him!! HE WAS SHIRTLESS!!”

Word Count: 3,799 (I got a bit carried away with this one)

Warnings: uncensored swearing, mention of a dead animal (Skip from “It wasn’t that he had never wanted to go before,” to “The memory left a pretty solidly foul taste in his mouth and made him shudder.”)

Camping

It was early August and Roman’s friends had finally convinced him to tag along with them to go camping.

“But there are bugs!!” Roman complained.

“So? Bugs are cool.” Virgil said, looking up briefly from his phone.

“Oh yeah?” Roman continued to whine. “Well I hardly took you as one who enjoyed camping in the middle of nowhere with zero cell service, Dr. Gloom!” Roman antagonized the emo boy.

Virgil stuck out his tongue at the sassy drama queen. “You’re just pouty cause we never asked you to come before because we thought you hated the outdoors.”

“I do not hate the outdoors!!” Roman scoffed. “I just don’t really find the idea of bugs and sap and burnt food and bugs very appealing.”

“Aw, Roman! Is this your first time camping?” Patton asked, calling from where he was placing an overfilled bag into the bed of Logan’s truck.

Roman flushed and turned away haughtily. “Well it’s not my fault my moms never wanted to go and sleep on the ground!!”

Patton clapped his tall friend on the back, smiling from ear to ear. “Oh, you’re going to have so much FUN!!”

Soon the truck was packed, with Logan helping Roman make sure that he had everything necessary. (“No, Roman, you won’t be needing your fantasy elf cloak.” “BUT WHAT IF THE DWARVES COME FOR ME?!”)

The car ride was long, Roman and Virgil sitting in the back with Patton sitting up front and Logan driving. Roman ended up falling asleep, his head resting against a drowsy Virgil’s shoulder. Patton, thinking this was the cutest thing ever, snapped a picture with the camera he brought along.

“Logan, look!!”

“Patton, dear, I am incapable of looking at whatever you wish to show me if I am to drive safely on this road.”

“Oh, right, sorry! Virgil and Roman fell asleep on top of each other, that’s all!”

“Oh. How lovely.”

“Logan why are you pulling over?”

“Revenge.”

Roman and Virgil woke up in different positions, Roman’s face pressed up against the window and Virgil having adjusted to leaning against his seatbelt. They also awoke to marker coating their faces.

“That’s for the cookies you two baked me last week.” Logan said when they had started freaking out.

“But it was funny!!” Virgil protested, rubbing at the marker hearts doodled on his cheeks.

“Cookies should not contain any- especially that much- pepper in it!! Consider us even, Ruiners of Sweets.” Logan seethed dramatically.

The ride from then on was filled with karaoke, Disney, and laughter.

When they arrived at the campsite, they tried to divide the work up. However, it became very clear that Roman had no idea what he was doing when he mistakenly snapped one of the tent poles clean in half.

“Whoops…”

Virgil sighed. “Great! At least I know how to fix it once I get home. I guess I’m sleeping under the stars tonight…”

Patton shook his head. “Nonsense!! There’s plenty of room in Roman’s tent for you to sleep in there!”

Roman nearly choked. “What?!”

Virgil just shrugged. “'Ight. But I’m setting up tents from now on. Roman can make the fire.”

“I do not trust that Roman will know an adequate way of starting a fire. Perhaps he can prepare food instead? It is probably something he should have been doing from the start seeing as I am not the best in the culinary arts.” Logan offered.

Roman nodded, trying to keep his head up. It was just his first time camping after all. He was a little upset by the fact that he was going to be sharing a tent with Virgil. Why? He wasn’t 100% sure. But it made his chest flare up and his face burn. The fact of the matter was that he was incredibly nervous about sleeping in very tight quarters with his very attractive friend of whom he’d subconsciously had a crush on since they’d met in high school. But he would never admit such a thing. Especially when it was still so subtle.

Dinner was finished, Roman figuring out how to cook over the fire after a few attempts, and with that, Patton took out his guitar and played songs that Roman hadn’t heard before, but the others seemed to know by heart. Stories were told and laughs were exchanged as well as shrieks in terror followed by evil giggles of delight. The sun was long put to rest by the time the fire simmered out.

The friends parted to their separate tents and the lanterns were put out.

Virgil unzipped the tent’s door, holding it open as if he were any semblance of a gentleman. “Just don’t you go falling for me because of this, Princey.” Virgil smirked, pushing Roman into the tent face first.

Roman fell and from the ground mumbled sarcastically. “Trust me, not a problem.”

Roman pulled a loose tank top over his head and turned to Virgil, expecting something similar. Except he found the pale boy, completely bare chested, reading a book in a position that had no right looking as attractive as it did.

“Finally done getting ready, Princey?” He asked, sparing a glance up at the now red faced boy.

Roman prayed that his colored face was hidden by the god-awful lighting in the now much too small tent. “Y-yep!!” Roman faked a nonchalant tone, trying not to stare so openly.

“Great.” Virgil said, his casual tone was only what Roman dreamed he had sounded like. “I’m going to finish this chapter and then I’ll turn lights out. Don’t wait for me.”

Roman tucked himself into his sleeping bag and turned away from Virgil, trying desperately to get the image of his friend’s surprisingly toned chest out of his mind. Did Virgil work out? He always looked so thin and stringy under his hoodie…

“Night, Vee.” Roman wrestled the words from his throat, his voice cracking, making him want to die a little bit more.

Virgil didn’t say anything and Roman, for the next twenty minutes, listened to the sound of quietly turning pages, all the while panicking at their closeness and, for the millionth time, trying not to think about Virgil’s lack of a shirt.

Finally, Vrigil put his book down and stretched. He panicked even more when Virgil seemed to lean over to Roman and he shut his eyes, years of practice in pretending to be asleep finally paying off.

Virgil leaned back and if Roman had his eyes open and had been facing the pale boy, he would have seen Virgil smile ever so fondly and sweetly, a light pink adorning his pale cheeks. “…Cute…” Virgil whispered quietly, not aware that Roman could hear him quite clearly in the silence of the night. Virgil flicked off the lights and, in a single line, probably made Roman fall irreversibly deep into the boiling pool of love. “Goodnight, my prince. I’ll love you tomorrow…”

In the dead of the night, Roman heard Virgil’s breath even out next to him.

Roman, red faced, turned to try and look at his sleeping friend, just to make sure, only to be met with a cute face not six inches away from his own. Even in the dark, Roman began to take notice of things he’d seemingly never seen before. Like how his dark hair faded perfectly into purple at the tips, making it look like purple flames. It made Roman want to reach out and fluff it about. Or the way his pale cheeks were impossibly cute and round, devoid of their usual makeup and beautiful. It made Roman want to hold his perfect face in his own imperfect hands. Or the way his lips curved so exquisitely, a soft beautiful thing. It made Roman want to lean forward and capture such flawless lips with his own.

“We have a big fucking problem.” Roman whispered to himself.

~~•~~

The next morning Roman woke up to the sound of pots banging.

“WAKE UP SLEEPING BEAUTY, WE’RE GOING TO THE LAKE TODAY!!!” Virgil’s voice had momentarily made Roman forget everything last night as it was, at the moment, the most annoying thing on the goddamn planet.

Virgil threw the tent door open, somehow letting more light into the small area. Roman tossed the edge of his sleeping bag up over his face in dismay. “Nooo….What time is it even…?”

Virgil stopped banging his pots for a half second. “About 8:45. When you’re camping, the sun’s your alarm, Princey!!” He trilled out in a sing-song voice.

“Why,” Roman complained, poking his head out of his cocoon. “Is the one time you’re cheery the one time I wish you weren’t?”

Roman opened his eyes and was met face to face with a sinisterly smirking Virgil, his figure framed in splashing golden light as he leaned in to get a view of Roman. “Because I live to be the bane of your existence, Princey!” He smiled all too brightly, and Roman was reminded of his ever growing problem as he felt his face heat up.

Patton poked his head in through the doorway, ruining the picture perfect scene Roman had before him. It wasn’t that he minded, though. No of course not. He wasn’t upset at all that the picture of Virgil with perfect golden light shining around him in a perfect, sunny corona was thrown off by a smiling Patton. He would never be upset.

“C’mon, Ro! It’s time to wake up!! Logan and me made campfire pancakes!!” Patton smiled. Virgil’s eyes lit up like Roman had never seen them light up before. A childish sparkle, like when a kid gets told they’re allowed to have two cookies instead of one.

Logan’s voice called from outside the tent. “It’s ’Logan and I’ Patton.”

”Yeah, yeah, whatever, Honey. I’m just excited for campfire pancakes!!”

”We all are, Pat! Campfire pancakes are the only thing Logan can make edible, and of all the things I’ve eaten, it would be the one that should be considered fucking gourmet!!”

Roman listened to his friends chatter as he got ready, suddenly upset he’d declined Patton’s offers for so long. It wasn’t that he had never wanted to go before, but he’d never been in the woods alone since his brother had forced him into the woods near their old house as children to show him a dead and rotting fox corpse. The memory left a pretty solidly foul taste in his mouth and made him shudder.

He’d complain about bugs and charred food for as long as he needed to. He wasn’t about to let slip that he’d been scared to go back into a place that reminded him so vividly of something so distasteful.

”And he rises!!” Virgil said theatrically when Roman emerged from the tent. Now that he could see better, Roman looked Virgil over. His hair was slightly tousled from sleep and he was wearing a plain, dark t-shirt. His pale face bore practically no makeup, save for the remnants of his eyeshadow that seemed to never go away. His smile was bright and happy, excited in a way Roman had never seen before now. It was at this time that Roman realized this was one of a very select few times that he’d seen Virgil without a hoodie or jacket on. He was pretty. Honestly, Roman thought he should have noticed how charming the tall man was before now.

Roman smiled coolly. ”Now where are those campfire pancakes I keep hear you guys yapping about?”

~~•~~

The pancakes were amazing. And after hiking to a lake, Roman was starting to think camping really wasn’t all too bad. The trail had ended, coming out to the view of a crisp lake with a sandy bank, driftwood strewn about the shore. A wooden dock with a rope swing attached to the end adorned the right side of the picture and a picnic bench decorated a small grassy patch a short distance away from the shore, save from potentially splashing children.

However the picturesque lake was absent of any and all people, leaving the entire lake to themselves.

”Wow…” Roman breathed out as the lake came into view.

Virgil smiled fondly at the starry-eyed man next to him, not that Roman had noticed. ”Yeah. It’s pretty sweet, isn’t it?” Virgil said, walking with Roman to towards the shore as Patton gleefully ran ahead to the dock and Logan crossed over to the picnic table to place the bag containing their lunches. ”This place was actually pretty abandoned when me and Lo first found it.”

Roman glanced at Virgil, who was smiling wistfully out at the clear water. ”Really?”

Virgil nodded, sitting down on a large piece of driftwood. ”Yeah. Our families would go camping together all the time when we were kids. One day we came to this old, near abandoned campsite and found this lake after hiking an all but completely overgrown trail. It was my mom that convinced my dad to buy up the site. It was fairly cheap, but my parents made it their passion project. I was about 15 years old when they finally finished it all.” Virgil looked over to Roman, his eyes filled with a gentle excitement. “It’s been our own little retreat ever since then! I can’t count how many times me and Logan came here to help work or even after it was done. This place means a lot to me.” He clapped Roman on the back, smiling delightfully. “I’m glad you came, Princey!” Virgil then pushed him over into the warm sand. “That’s enough cheese for today I think!! Race ya to the rope swing, theater dork!!” Virgil took off toward the dock and Roman, for once, was glad he had pushed him over and ran away.

Roman’s face and chest was ablaze. The way that Virgil seemed to treasure this place, wanting to share it with Roman, it made him unbelievably happy. The way the pale boy’s eyes sparkled and the way his usually lazy smile was bright and bold, it sent his heart aflutter.

“You fiend!!” Roman accused, scrambling up to his feet. “That’s not fair!!” He charged after Virgil’s dark hair, hoping to leave his dangerously growing adoration behind in the sand.

They took turns swinging off the rope swing and shoving one another into the water, splashing about in it’s cool waves a welcome sensation against the heat of the sun. Lunch finally came and they chatted and joked and told swapped stories until Logan declared that it was time they all headed back.

“Actually, Logan? Can I talk to you for a bit?” Virgil asked as they were packing up.

Logan raised an eyebrow, but nodded. “Of course. Patton, Roman, you two can go on ahead of us. We will catch up to you later.”

“Sure thing, honey!!” Patton said cheerily, wrapping his arm around Roman’s shoulders, though because of the height difference, mistakenly pulled Roman down a bit in the process.

They chatted a bit until the subject of Virgil managed to come up.

“Virgil?” Roman asked, the thought of the green eyed man making him flush. When had that started happening? “I mean he’s great of course…I mean more than great honestly. Have you ever noticed how perfect his hair always looks, Pat? Or like how pretty he is just…everywhere? It’s infuriating!!” Roman looked over to his short friend. “Right, Pat….? Uhh…”

Patton wore a shiteating grin on his face as he smirked smugly at Roman. “I knew it!” Patton declared. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!!”

Roman’s face flared and his heart started to beat. “Knew w-what?! What did you know?!”

Patton jabbed a finger at Roman’s chest. “You’re in love with Virgil!!” He announced, his grin growing more and more excited and mischievous by the second, his golden eyes sparkling more and more from under his wide, round frames. “Aren’t you?!”

Had Roman been a balloon, he would have burst. His face was undoubtedly the color of a rose and his heart was beating far too loud for Patton not to hear it, he thought. Roman finally caved, giving a sigh. “Listen, it’s not really my fault I fell in love with him!! HE WAS SHIRTLESS!!”

Patton danced around the path way, spinning and chanting, “YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH VIRGIL!! YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH VIRGIL!!”

“Okay okay!! I’m in love with Virgil!! Now will you quiet down! What if they’re about to catch up?!” Roman said, mild panic pricking his heart.

“So what if they hear us?!” Patton stopped his dancing, facing Roman. “I mean Virgil’s already been in love with you for years now!!” Patton said excitedly, waving his hand as if it was common knowledge.

Roman’s life could have ended then and there. “He what-?”

Patton’s smiling face didn’t falter as extreme panic set his eyes ablaze. “Shit!!” He said in the most cheery tone a person has ever used to say shit. In fact, Roman could only count on two other times he’d even heard Patton curse. “You were not supposed to know that!!” Patton continued with his cheery voice.

Roman grabbed Patton by the shoulders, emotions swirling violently within him. “Virgil’s been in love with me for years?!” He asked, ecstatic panic dripping from his voice and flooding his eyes.

Patton’s smile did falter this time as he looked away, bashful at what he’d let slip. “Well, yeah…He never-”

Roman picked up the small boy and spun him around, laughing splendidly. “Patton!! You’re an angel from heaven!!” He bubbled. He set Patton down and hugged him tightly. A thought struck him and he separated from the small boy, not even having heard the blonde’s shouts announcing he couldn’t breath. “Oh god! I have to tell Virgil! I have to go find him!!”

Roman started to run away, but Patton grabbed his sleeve. “But what should I do?! We were supposed to get the fire going and dinner started! It’s beginning to get dark!”

Roman looked at Patton with desperate eyes. “I just realized how I feel about Virgil. I don’t want this to turn into a pining competition! I have to find him right now!”

Something in Roman’s voice must have convinced Patton because he let go. “Alright.” He lightly tapped his fist against his taller friend’s shoulder. “Go sweep him off his feet, Ro!”

And with that, Roman was off sprinting back down the trail.

He caught sight of Virgil and Logan walking down the path as the trail was beginning to darken with purple under the canopy of trees in the soon to be dying sunlight. Roman smiled and waved to them down the trail.

“Roman?” Virgil asked, a concerned and mildly frightened look glazing his eyes over. “Is everything okay? Did something happen? Where’s Patton? Is he alright? Is-”

Roman swooped Virgil into a spinning hug, not letting the boy finish his anxious rambling. “Oh, everything is more than just alright, my dark and stormy knight!” Roam laughed, holding on to his heart from around his waist, grasping him close.

Virgil’s face lit up with splashes of red and pink. “Uhm…?”

Logan looked between the two and smiled. “I’ll go on ahead and make sure Patton has some company.” He said, picking up Virgil’s discarded bag and turning to walk down the darkening trail.

Roman stopped spinning Virgil and let the green eyed man down, only just loosening his hold on him.

But to Roman’s utter dismay, as soon as Logan was out of sight, Virgil pushed out from Roman’s grasp. “What the hell, Ro? What was that?” He snapped, turning away from the taller boy.

Roman’s hopes sunk. Had Patton lied to him? No…Patton said he wasn’t even supposed to tell. It had to be true.

But Roman had to be sure. “Virgil, do you love me?” Fireflies were starting to swirl around them, lighting up like stray stars.

“What…?” Virgil stopped, looking back at Roman.

Roman stepped closer, beginning to realize how desperately he wanted Virgil to love him. “Are you in love with me, Virgil?”

Virgil looked away, crossing his arms over themselves.

The sounds of the forest settled between them.

Finally Virgil spoke, his voice shaky and choked. “S-so what if I am? I mean- I didn’t mean to- I don’t-” Virgil turned back to face Roman, his hands embedded in his head of thick, messy hair, his eyes shimmering with tears. “I assume Patton spilled…And I just didn’t want to tell you cause I didn’t want to lose you as a friend! I know you don’t feel the same way, so I was trying to be a good friend…I’m sorry if-”

“Goodnight my prince. I’ll love you tomorrow.” Roman quoted.

“W-what?”

“Last night. That’s what you said before you went to sleep. Can I ask why?” Roman stepped closer, the sun beginning to descend beyond view.

Virgil was caught between paling and flushing harder. He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s the stupidest thing ever…” He started, though smiling. “Anytime we ever had a sleepover, or you fell asleep studying at my place or during a movie night, I’d say that. It was supposed to be this stupid ‘I can’t love you now, so I’ll love you tomorrow’ thing…Hella cheesy, I know…”

Roman stepped closer again and brushed Virgil’s hand, though the pale boy flinched it back. “Well remember when you said not to fall for you and I said it wouldn’t be a problem?” he stepped closer still, bringing his hand up to Virgil’s chin.

“Yeah…?” Virgil didn’t pull away this time, though his eyes remained glued to Roman’s chest.

Roman tilted his chin upward, looking into the gorgeous green eyes Roman never knew he’d fallen for. “Well I think I have a problem…” He leaned in even closer, and he swear he could almost hear Virgil’s heart.

Before Roman could try and capture his lips with his own, Virgil leaned forward and closed the distance himself.

Roman melted into the kiss and could have sworn he tasted raspberries on Virgil’s breath. Virgil’s arms found themselves draped over Roman’s shoulders and his fingers played in his hair as Roman drew Virgil closer still, never wanting to let go of the person he’d loved so dearly for years, blind to it as denial had taken hold of him.

And it was all over much too quickly as Virgil pulled apart just enough to speak. “I think it’s finally tomorrow…” He said, breathlessly, his eyes traveling from Roman’s chest up to his golden brown eyes.

Roman smiled and rested his forehead against Virgil’s. “I think I like tomorrow…!” He caught Virgil up in another kiss and the two blissfully fell into one another.

And Roman decided he quite liked camping, after all.

To my anon, you are never ever ever a burden!! I love writing! And as you can see, got a little carried away with this one! I really hope it’s something you like!!

#prinxiety #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #ts sides #ts sides fic #Roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #anon ask #🌯 anon #dialogue prompt ask #ask game #sanders sides ask game

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masterfuldoodler · 5 years ago

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Do you have any Dandelion headcanons? You always have the sweetest doodles and headcanons regarding them!

*rubs hands together* okay here goes!

Skuld loves to sing to herself but isn't the best at it and knows it so she'll get incredibly embarrassed if caught

Ephemer itches his nose a lot, but don't mention it or you'll mortify him

Ven once caught a toad and named it tutu and kept it in his pocket for a whole day before it mysteriously disappeared.

Strelitzia plays with her hair, all. the. time. braiding and unbraiding it while she's talking.

Lauriam use to have a stuffed teddy that he played with a lot when he was a kid until he "gave" it to strelitzia. (she actually stole it and he felt bad asking for it back) the teddy was named Worm, because he was brown and dirty

you know those pockets Blaine has on his jacket? they're full of the most random stuff, he doesn't even remember exactly why he has them. he once found a sticky note in there with a date captioned "don't forget" and worried the rest of the day because he couldn't remember

Skuld tried to step into the whole momfriend role but it didn't work. Ephemer was the only who listened to her. Lauriam understood the gesture but...no. Blaine just...didn't.

The five of them living in that whole huge castle by themselves? can you imagine them cleaning it? they don't. your room you clean for yourself everywhere else is fair game.

when they first all moved in they were so lost with all the stairs and passages. ephemer has a good head for direction so he did okay and Blaine just somehow with gut feeling knew where to go, everyone else wandered around in circles. they eventually drew up a map but Lauriam still gets lost.

Ven found old writing on the wall talking about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and it freaked him out

he later found more about other kind of sandwiches and spent hours scrubbing it. Skuld tried to ask him why it was so scary but he would just shake his head

Ephemer has been slowly stealing all the paper in the castle into his room. he just, doesn't trust it in other hands...

Lauriam tried to plant an herb garden but Ven put toads in it and snails. and any other animal he found.

the library has been migrating to the hallway next to Blaine's room, and in it.

Skuld bought a pair of leather boots but changed her mind after seeing them. She later saw lauriam wearing them and found out he adopted them.

Luxu has a camera with which he records the random embarrassing things he sees them do, and then leaves the record for them to find.

He's caught various things on tape like Skuld's singing or Eph's nose itching. But the most odd thing they found was Ven sleep walking. Everywhere. He once climbed onto the roof and nearly fell

After that they took a little more care to making sure he was safe while he slept.

Blaine and Ven sitting in the kitchen late dear silent until one of them breaks and they start giggling like sleep deprived maniacs

There's a few things of Lauriam but it's not really that embarrassing, like, you can't embarrass him. Nothing seems to bother him.

Skuld makes oatmeal for Ven every morning, but he doesn't like it/she doesn't make it well so he just sneaks toast later

Ephemer LOVES toast, and can eat a plateful of it.

Actually he's a bean pole and can eat them all out of house and home but no he just eats their toast

Blaine on the other hand can't make toast. Without fail every time he burns it. Eventually after Eph begging him to stop burning it he gave up

If Lauriam makes breakfast it's always pancakes. He claims he knows other recipes...

Ephemer is definitely the kind of "organized chaos" kind of guy. He has a blue notebook with stars on the front where he writes things out like a grocery list. But like the kind of grocery lists that you find later and wonder what it's saying.

Skuld has a color-coded schedule with various shades of purple and pink. "I'm the one staring at it! I can at least make them colors I wANT to stare at!"

Lauriam sets timers, and then turns them off and forgets

Ven just rides the waves and somehow does fine

Blaine has some sort of checklist in his head that he mentally can't access unless he opens the fridge

You don't know the many times that those kids stayed up way too late just,,goofing off like kids do. They took turns drawing on Lauriam's face cuz he feel asleep while they were having a meeting

There's a current war going on because both Skuld and Blaine want the desk organized like they have it but the other one messes it up. Blaine is more pushy so he usually wins

If he happens to enter one of their rooms for something he leaves it later tidied

Which really upsets Ephemer, he spends an hour trying to find his room again

Lauriam is the kind of guy who gets a lot of girls after him and is really bothered by it but always accidentally offends them in trying to explain no he's not, no that's not what he meant, he was just being nice???

Blaine is just completely obliviously to all the girls that like him.

Skuld has boys falling all over themselves trying to please her. Which she finds really annoying and gross. The keykids think of her as the most gorgeous woman alive and keep trying to win her favor

And I guess I'll stop cuz it's getting long lol

Also thank you!! I'm so glad you enjoy them! ^^ tbh I need to draw them more

#thanks for the ask!#ask #answer #long post #text #headcanon #headcanons #khux #kingdom hearts #union x #blaine #ephemer #skuld #lauriam #ventus #ven #kh #union cross #x #chi #unchained

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animeniacss · 5 years ago

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A Palette of Emotions - Artist!Taehyung x Teacher!Reader - Chapter 11 - Eyes Always On Me

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. 5.8k words

Chapter 11 - Eyes Always On Me

When Taehyung woke up that Sunday morning, his body was sore. His arms ached, his feet and calves throbbed from all of the walking and standing he had to do when he spoke to anybody who stopped to look at his stall. A deep, hoarse groan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered open, but immediately shut when the bright light hit his eyes. “No, go away.” Taehyung groaned, immediately turning on his stomach and nestling his head under one of the pillows. However, the light was determined to get Taehyung out of bed. “Please, it’s not a school daaaaay….” He continued to groan as if the sunlight was hearing him. When the sunlight showed no signs of giving up, he huffed, closing his eyes as much as he could, to the point where the stress started to give him a headache. Finally, he gave up, sitting up in his bed and looking around the room. His curtains were drawn, and when he looked at the alarm clock, 7:30 a.m. flashed on the screen. Taehyung’s lips pouted a little bit, before immediately falling back onto the bed, his arms and legs stretching out to the point where the hands and feet fell off of the bed.

After a moment longer of Taehyung contemplating standing up, Taehyung finally got up when the sound of his ever-growling stomach told him he didn’t have a choice anymore. He rolled out of bed, standing on his stone legs as they dragged him into the kitchen. When he got in there, he looked around. Paintings that he didn’t sell the previous day were resting against the back of the couch both him and Jimin too lazy to put them away. Speaking of Jimin, Taehyung noticed a tiny arm draped over the couch, and a foot poking off of the side. When he walked over, he peered over to see Jimin, eyes shut, and a peaceful expression on his face. He remembered Jimin collapsing after their final trip up the stairs with all of Taehyungs leftover paintings, Taehyung could remember seeing how tired Jimin was after all that work, they both were. As Taehyung looked down at his friend, he couldn’t help but smile fondly down at him. He walked around to the front of the couch, sitting in front of the couch as he watched his friend continue to sleep unbothered. Taehyung snickered to himself, immediately reaching out to take Jimin’s hand, and yanking the man down onto the floor. He could see Jimin’s eyes shoot open when he felt his body shift, and he let out a yelp as he fell onto the floor. Taehyung looked down at him, a grin on his face.

Jimin sat up, rubbing the arm that was just tugged. “What was that for?!” He asked, pouting angrily.

“My body has officially fallen onto work time. If I don’t get to sleep in, neither do you.” Taehyung explained simply. When he saw his explanation did not make Jimin feel better, he patted his friend’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s eat since we’re up now.”

“…I’ll go back to sleep!” Jimin gasped, only to be ignored as Taehyung stood up, walking back towards the little kitchen. Jimin groaned, standing up and following behind him. Tae, you’re so mean. After all, I do for you, too…” Taehyung looked over his shoulder as he walked towards the fridge, opening it.

“Yeah, I know,” Taehyung said, peering into the shining light from his fridge. “Want some eggs and pancakes?”

“Yyeeeeaah, I guess,” Jimin mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He pushed Taehyung aside gently, taking his place in front of the fridge. “I’ll do it so we don’t burn the house down.”

“Hey, I’m learning how to cook, Jimin,” Taehyung said, crossing his arms.

Jimin snickered a bit. “Do you give the keys to someone who is only learning how to drive?” Taehyung blinked.

“...Yes! That’s how they learn.” Jimin couldn’t help but continue to laugh.

“Just go wash your face and shower or something. I got it.” Taehyung sighed, walking back into his bedroom. When he walked towards his end table, he noticed his phone light up. When he walked over, he saw a group chat message blocking his background. Lifting it, he saw Hoseok-Hyung, squished between two sun emojis. Underneath his name was Bright Star Preschool Gang, a group chat who he could only guess was involving the rest of his coworkers.

Taeeehyunggiieeee~ :o That was so much fun today! You’re so talented! Thank you for the invitation! (Sent 9:35 p.m.)

Taehyung? O.O (Sent 9:45 p.m.)

Taehyung chuckled a bit, as he saw Hoseok send a few emojis to the chat, said he didn’t receive a response. Then, Yoongi responded.

He’s probably asleep! Stop blowing up the chat, Hoseok! Go to bed! (Sent 9:47 p.m.)

Hoseok sent his reply. Yoongi-Hyung, you’re mean >.< (Sent 9:48 p.m.)

Seokjin’s text is what broke everything up. Goodnight, everyone! See you all Monday! Dream of Worldwide Handsome for pleasant thoughts. ~ Zzzzzzz ~ (Sent 9:55 p.m.)

The rest of the chat after that consisted of two roasts of Seokjin’s text, before the chat went silent, most likely because people began to sleep. Taehyung was already on his third dream by 9:30 last night, no wonder he missed all the replies. However, he figured he should reply.

Thanks, guys. I hope you had fun. (Sent 7:45 a.m.)

As Taehyung set his phone back down, he shuffled into his bathroom, hoping a nice, warm shower would stimulate his senses and get him up and ready for the day. Or, you know, relax his muscles and put him back to sleep. He hoped for the latter but was doubtful. As the water ran, and Taehyung tossed his dirty clothes into his hamper, he hopped in and let the warm water take over his body. It helped his tense and sore muscles, that was for sure. The sizzling heat of the water made the shoulders he didn’t even know were tense fall limp, and his forehead rested against the wall of the shower.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood in the shower, but he knew it was long enough for Jimin to finish breakfast. The sound of his friend walking into the bedroom and calling his name made his stand straight in the shower, running a hand through his damp hair. “I’ll be right out,” Taehyung shouted from behind the violent pitter-patter of the showerhead. Quickly, Taehyung washed himself up, shook his hair out, and turned off the shower. As the fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, he lifted his phone and turned it over. All he saw was one response to the group chat. From you.

It was fun. Let us know next time you’re at another show (Sent 8:15 a.m.)

Taehyung felt a smile form across his face, simply responding to the text with a smile. After exiting the bathroom, now dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a grey tee-shirt, he saw Jimin still standing by the door frame into the hallway.

“You okay?” Jimin asked curiously.

“Just fine,” Taehyung said, a smile still present on his face as his hand falling into his hair and giving it another shake to get any hidden droplets of water out. Jimin nodded, before leading Taehyung into the kitchen, where the smell of a delicious breakfast waited on the table for both of them.

The rest of Taehyung’s Sunday was about as exciting as anyone expected. After breakfast, Jimin and Taehyung lounged on the couch, watching TV and just relaxing after a long day of standing in the heat. Taehyung found himself curled up, paper and pencil in his hand as he doodled away, the sound of the previous night’s music show performance playing the background, as Jimin had set it on the record before the duo passed out. Jimin had gotten a glimpse, as it was the same picture that he was still trying to fully trace out on the ride home from the festival. It was just about done, and with every scratch of the pencil, the picture came more and more to life. When it was completed, Taehyung slid it onto his desk, safe until he was ready to add color to his beautiful creation. With his hands empty, he was itching for something to fill them. He wanted to keep drawing, to keep creating, he didn’t care what it was. He grabbed a few stacks of paper and set them on his lap, and Jimin looked over.

“You’re inspired lately, aren’t you?” He asked curiously. Taehyung nodded, smiling at his friend. “That picture came out nice. Do you plan to give it to her?” Now, the beaming smile on Taehyung’s face faded, and a hint of red was found on his cheeks. “What? Is that a no?”

“I wasn’t thinking about it. What if she thinks it’s weird that I drew her?”

“But it looks so good that I’m sure she would like it. It’s an honor to be drawn by a famous artist.”

“Tch, what?”

“Sorry. Future famous artist.” Jimin corrected, nodding his head. Taehyung rolled his eyes. Jimin watched as Taehyung put his pencil back on the paper, and immediately began to sketch. The silence made Jimin knew Taehyung had no interest in continuing that conversation, so he shrugged, turning back to the performance on the TV. “Okay, fine. Do what you want. But I think she would like it.” He said simply.

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Even though Taehyung had no reason or intention of ever giving you that picture, so he was unsure why he decided to fold it and place it in his pocket Monday morning as he headed out the door of his apartment. However, he did, and now he was standing by the front entrance of the school building with you and Hoseok, waiting for the children to arrive.

You glanced up at the sky, which was darkening with every new storm cloud that rolled its way into Seoul. The sun was still trying it’s best to shine through, and you squinted your eyes only slightly. “It looks like it’s going to rain.”

“Yeah. The weather said it’s supposed to start at noon and go all day. Thunderstorms here and there, too.” Hoseok added. You sighed.

“I hope the thunder waits until the kids go home.” You begged, crossing your arms. You glanced at Taehyung and saw him looking back at you. “Last time there was a thunderstorm, all of the kids clung to me and Hoseok in tears except for Yeonjun. They were hysterical crying. I had to put on a movie at full volume, and that barely helped at all.” Taehyung chuckled.

“Aww, poor things.” He said. “If it thunders, I’ll come in and help out.” He assured. You nodded your head, a small smile forming on your lips as you turned to see the first car pull up. The door opened, and Ryujin was pulled out of the car by her mother, before quickly turning around to grab her polka dot umbrella and rubber rain hat. You smiled, waving the little girl over as she hugged her mom, before hurrying over to you.

“Mommy said it’s supposed to thundastorm today. So, I’m ready!” She lifted her umbrella above her head with two hands, as if she were lifting weights, and you smiled.

“Okay, good. Well, it’s not raining now, so how about I take this-.” You took the umbrella and set it against the wall. “-And you can go play until more friends get here.” Ryujin nodded, hurrying to the playground just as you saw more cars approaching. When the bright, red car pulled up, Taehyung watched you walk over to the front entrance. Immediately, he stuck his hand into his pocket as he followed.

Hoseok blinked, watching as Taehyung followed behind you. Hoseok could be a bit naïve, and a bit crazy, but he wasn’t stupid. Hoseok followed behind, but only until he reached the jungle gym that Ryujin was playing on, watching as you and Taehyung continued a few more feet ahead. Taehyung was following you like a puppy, whether he was lost or protective was undecided, however, he was a puppy nonetheless. When Hoseok saw Namjoon step out of the red car, he simultaneously saw Taehyung scoot himself securely beside you. Hoseok, for only a moment, felt the urge to storm over and pull Taehyung far away from you, to the other end of the school if he had to.

One thought kept flowing through his mind. If anyone should be so worried about protecting her, it shouldn’t be the guy who she only just started to be nice too. He stood beside the monkey bars as a war raged on in his mind. If he did anything, it wouldn’t make him look good, He wouldn’t win, and he knew that.

But god, he hated the view in front of him right now.

“Mr. Hobi, look!” He heard Ryujin shout. Almost immediately, he turned towards the little girl, who was hanging upside down from the monkey bars, a wide grin on her face. “Hehehe, hiiii!” She laughed. Hoseok gasped, hurrying to her side immediately and grabbing her. From the corner of his eye, he saw both you and Taehyung turn towards the scene from the entrance.

“Ryujin, don’t do that! You could fall and hit your head!” Ryujin didn’t seem phased, lifting herself by her arms back onto the monkey bars. Hoseok sighed, resting against the frame as he watched her swing gleefully. It was only a matter of time before a few more kids joined her, shouting their hellos to Hoseok as they ran onto the playground. He smiled at them, saying his hellos. When he saw Kai run over, he glanced back over to the trio at the front door. He couldn’t see Taehyung’s face, but he could sense Taehyung was annoyed. Great minds think alike, it seemed.

“We should get inside,” Taehyung said quickly, making you look up at him. “It looks like it could rain at any minute.”

“It’s not supposed to until noon. Hoseok said so.” You said simply. “Why are you in such a rush?”

“Yeah, there’s no rush,” Namjoon said, smiling. Taehyung glared at the taller gentleman.

“…Don’t you like, have a job you should be getting to or something?” He asked curiously. You immediately nudged Taehyung in the side, making his groan. “Ow.”

“You are so rude. If you’re so worried about the rain, go inside. I can’t go inside anyway; I need to wait until the day starts so all the parents have a chance to get here on time.” Taehyung sighed.

“Right. Sorry.” He said simply. You watched Taehyung walk towards the playground, where a few of the kids who noticed him called out his name. You looked at Namjoon, who chuckled.

“Sorry about him.” You said Namjoon shrugged.

“He doesn’t bother me.” Namjoon admitted, “He can do what he wants.” Namjoon saw you smile, and he felt his chest tighten a bit. “So, Uhm…can I be annoying and ask about dinner again?” He asked. Both of you giggled a bit. Taehyung immediately looked over at the mention of the word ‘dinner’ hitting his eardrums. “I just want to know what works best for you.”

“Well…” you hummed, pressing your fingers together in thought. “Give me until the end of the day to look at my planner, okay?” You asked. “Will you be picking up Kai?” Namjoon nodded. “Then I’ll hopefully have an answer for you by then.” You offered him a kind smile, and Namjoon nodded.

“I can live with that. I’ll uh…I’ll see you later then.” He said simply. You nodded, waving him off as he walked back to his car. Taehyung felt relief lift from his chest as he heard the car door shut, but was a bit shocked to hear Hoseok let out a sigh of relief as well. He glanced over at his Hyung, who was watching Yuna go down the slide with Yeji, the duo laughing hysterically as they hit the bottom.

Namjoon, meanwhile, started up his car and looked towards you from the window. You greeted a few more parents and kids, and he rolled down his window, the noise grabbing your attention.

“Have a good day today.” He said. You offered him a gentle smile, waving your hand.

“You too. Work hard.” Namjoon nodded.

“Well, now I have to since you asked me too.” He said. You nodded, giggling a bit before watching his car drive away. As the last group of parents left, you sighed and turned to the children.

“Alright! Everyone, let’s get in a line and start our day! Come on!” You shouted, alerting the attention of all the children on the playground. A few kids were upset, wanting to continue their games outside, but they all got off the playground and formed a line behind Hoseok, backpacks in hand. Taehyung looked at you as you walked over.

“I’ll see you later then.” He said simply. You nodded at him.

“See you later.” You said. Taehyung waved you off, as well as the kids, before disappearing into the school building. It wasn’t long before you followed behind him, a string of tiny children filing in as well.

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For Kim Taehyung, the day came and went in a blur. The rain had begun pelting the walls of Bright Star Preschool, leaving all the inhabitants stuck inside most likely for the rest of the day. Taehyung didn’t mind though, that normally meant he had a bit of a long time with the kids, so he could do more elaborate crafts with them. He was so busy preparing the craft for the day in his room. He was also thinking about Kim Namjoon, but that part he didn’t speak out loud. As he laid out twenty pieces of construction paper, twenty safety scissors, twenty glue sticks, and a pile of different manipulatives in the center of the tables, he thought back to that morning. The way Kim Namjoon smiled in your direction, the way his dimples poked out when he laughed at any stupid thing that came out of your mouth. The way he hovered over you, practically drooling over your every move. It made Taehyung sick, and he couldn’t stomach to watch it anymore.

“I just hope she doesn’t agree to go on a date with that clown,” Taehyung mumbled to himself.

“What clown?” He heard a voice chime behind him. As a pile of manipulatives fell out of his hands and onto the floor, Taehyung turned and saw Kim Seokjin, standing behind him with a playful grin on his face. “Who is going on a date and didn’t tell me?”

“Hy- Uhm, hello President Kim.” Taehyung laughed nervously. Seokjin smiled a bit. “Sorry, it’s nothing important.”

“It seemed to be more important than answering me the fifteen times I called your name.” Though Seokjin was only teasing, Taehyung immediately felt guilty.

“Sorry. I guess I was lost in thought there.” He mumbled. Seokjin smiled, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“You okay? I heard from the two little teacher birdies that you seemed a bit agitated when school started.”

Did she mention me? Was she concerned…or annoyed? Probably the latter. Taehyung thought to himself. He only nodded, before bending down to pick up the stuff he had dropped on the floor moment prior.

“Yeah. I’m just fine.” He repeated. “Just making sure I have everything ready for the kids when they come in later.” Seokjin nodded. “I uh…I need to find something,” Taehyung said, immediately turning his back to his boss.

“Well if you need me, I’ll be in my office,” Seokjin said. Taehyung nodded, and Seokjin watched as he walked back to his desk. When Taehyung knelt to open and examine the inside of one of his drawers, Seokjin could see his brows furrow in annoyance, his lips curled into a slight pout as he frantically searched for whatever it was that he needed.

That drawer was empty.

Seokjin chuckled, simply walking out the door, closing it behind him, and allowing Taehyung to have his privacy back. He walked back to his office, hands in his pockets. When he passed your classroom, he heard a faint rumbling. Through the window, he saw tiny figures jumping up and down. he peeked his head in for a moment. As soon as he opened the door, loud music entered his ears. The kids were bouncing in their spots, cheering and giggling. When he looked up, you and Hoseok were in the front of the room, belting at the top of their lungs as a song about the alphabet played behind them. Seokjin watched for a moment, resting against the door frame. The music was so loud, on top of the loud voices of both you and Hoseok, that Seokjin could barely hear the rain pelting against the brick walls outside here. Rumbles of thunder seemed no louder than the sound of toys hitting the floor on a regular day in this classroom. As the song ended, you and Hoseok stopped, and Seokjin could see that you were both out of breath from exerting tons of energy.

“Oh, hello President Kim.” You hummed, fixing your hair. The kids looked over from their dancing spots and grinned as Seokjin offered them an enthusiastic wave.

“Did you see us dance?” Kai asked curiously. Seokjin noticed how close he had put himself to you on the carpet, and how quickly he reached up to take your hand upon the song’s completion.

“I did. You’ll have to show me later, okay?” Seokjin begged. The kids nodded before Hoseok eagerly encouraged them back into their seats. The thunder continued to rumble across the sky, and now that the song was over, a few kids were made aware of it.

“Teacher, it’s thunderin’.” Yuna gasped, covering her ears. You smiled a bit, turning back to the computer.

“Well, we have a bit more time before our break is over. How about we put on some…Pororo?” You gasped. The kids, who acted as if they had just won the lottery, began gasping and screaming in absolute glee. Seokjin chuckled, and saw the kid closest to him, Soobin, turn to face him.

“Will you watch with us?” He asked curiously. Seokjin knelt to Soobin’s level and smiled.

“I have to go do boring grown-up work now. Maybe next time, okay?” Soobin looked a bit disappointed, however, still nodded his head in slight understanding. When Seokjin glanced up, he saw you preparing to play the video. However, until it was on, the thunder continued to cause some of the children some panic. “Do you think you’ll need a hand in here, Teacher?” Seokjin asked. “I can ask Mr. Kim to come in and join you guys.” Hoseok and you both glanced up at your boss. Similar to Taehyung, he noticed your brows furrow for a moment. “Is that alright?”

You heard a few kids get excited at the thought of Taehyung joining them to watch Pororo, especially because President Kim was unable to. You were still wary of him after his behavior with Namjoon this morning but knew there was no use in being petty. Not anymore. “If he has the time, I guess.” You replied simply. Seokjin nodded, before heading out of the room. He immediately hurried down to the art room once again and opened the door. Now, Taehyung was sitting at his desk, hunched over and scribbling. “Taehyung.” He called. The male immediately looked up.

“Yes?” He asked curiously.

“Are you done setting up for your craft?” he asked curiously. Taehyung nodded. “Good. Would you mind sitting in with the kids for a little while? They’re watching a show for the rest of their break, and the thunder is starting to bother them a bit. I figure the more hands in the room, the better.”

“Uh…yeah, sure,” Taehyung said, standing up. He stuffed something in his pocket, and Seokjin smiled a bit. “I don’t mind.”

“Awesome, thanks.” Seokjin grinned. “I have to get back to the office and do some work, so I’ll be in there if anyone needs me.” Taehyung nodded, before following Seokjin out. They walked together in silence for a moment, before Taehyung diverged into your classroom.

When he stepped inside, the kids had already gathered on the carpet. A few, more specifically Yuna and Lia, were resting against Hoseok, still, a bit shook by the thunder they had heard. They have fixated on it despite the show started, and Hoseok was quietly trying to divert their attention away from it. Kai was sitting close to you, as you pulled your laptop closer to the rug, typing away as Kai sat beside you to watch the show. When Taehyung walked in, he saw your eyes dart up in his direction. “Hey.” He said.

“Hey.” A few kids turned around and gasped.

“Mr. Kim!” Yeonjun cheered, a grin forming on his face. Taehyung smiled, walking over and plopping himself in one of the tiny chairs. Yeonjun giggled at Taehyung, who seemed out of place in the child’s chair. “You look silly.”

“Yeonjun, we’re listening to the show.” You hummed quietly, and Yeonjun immediately went silent. It made Taehyung chuckle a bit. Once the children’s attention was diverted to the show, he slipped his hand back into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper from before. Opening it up, he glanced up at you. It was a picture he had been doodling every free chance he had gotten since this morning. A picture of you, glaring in his direction with intensity after his little stunt with Namjoon. He wasn’t sure if he had been difficult on purpose, hoping to get a reaction from you, but Taehyung liked to tell himself that he did and that the harsh nudge from you was worth it. He kept his pencil quiet as he flicked and swiped it along with the paper, making sure to carefully include every feature that he could. Every so often, he would look up, and see that you were either typing away on your computer, or scanning the kids to check that they were behaving during the show. You were heavily fixated on the screen before you. Every angle he saw you at made him more and more eager to continue.

He had planned to continue it now, while he had the chance. However, he heard the faint sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. When he glanced up, he saw a few of the kids cling to Hoseok, who only chuckled a bit in amusement. He couldn’t help but smile as well. However, Taehyung’s thoughts were interrupted when he felt a tug on his pant leg. Glancing down, he saw Yeonjun, eyes still fixated on the dancing penguin playing on the screen. However, each time Taehyung heard another rumble, Yeonjun’s grip on his pant leg even tighter. Taehyung watched him for a moment, not saying anything. However, he simply slid his folded paper into his pocket and slid off the chair beside Yeonjun. The little boy glanced up, and Taehyung patted his head.

“You okay?” he asked softly. Yeonjun nodded, his grip still tight on Taehyung’s pants. He smiled. “Okay,” Taehyung said, turning his eyes towards the TV screen.

This time, while Taehyung was fixated on the screen before him, he didn’t catch you being the one to stare in his direction.

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Before the school knew it, the day had come to an end. The rain was still raging outside, there was absolutely no way that you could take the children outside for pick up. When this normally happened, Seokjin offered to wait out by the door, allowing parents into the building to pick up their children. Until then, you remained in the classroom, finishing up your day before simply allowing the children to engage in some free play. The children scattered around the room, some girls gathered together to play with a dollhouse, while some boys race cars on one of the tables. A few kids doodled in coloring books with Hoseok and Taehyung, while you sat at your desk to finish up some work, and monitor the children’s playlist that was playing in the background. The room was filled with chattered and business, so it wasn’t boring in the least. It was moments like this that was your absolute favorite because it felt intimate yet still private. Students could do their own thing while interacting with one another in a small space. It was nice.

Taehyung watched from time to time as parents strolled in to pick up their children, shaking their boots and umbrella off before helping their child slide into their little raincoats and hats. Yeji looked especially cute in her little polka dot rainhat and matching rain boots.

“Bye Teacher!” Yeji shouted, waving towards you. You smiled, waving her off as she left the room with her hand tightly clutching her mothers. You turned towards Kai, who was sitting by the carpet with Yeonjun and Taehyun, all three pushing around a set of cars on a little track. Taehyung looked up from the paper on his lap as he watched you lean forward, pointing at one of the cars, and Kai eagerly handing it to you. He smiled a bit, glancing back down at his picture from this morning, which was almost done. He was excited to finish it. He could already see it on a canvas, splattered in lovely colors. His mind was racing as he scribbled away, hard at work.

“What are you drawing, Mr. Kim?” He heard Beomgyu ask curiously. He glanced over at the little boy, who was scribbling away at a blank piece of paper.

“Nothing.” He said simply, smiling. “What about you?” Beomgyu grinned, looking down at his picture.

“A rocket.” The child beamed in glee. Taehyung chuckled a bit as Beomgyu continued to explain the intricate childlike methods of his rocket. As he listened, he heard the door open. When he glanced up, he saw a familiar figure step into the room. He scowled a little bit, especially when he heard Kai shout.

“Hi, Daddy!” Taehyung watched the little boy run to his father, who scooped him up immediately and hugged him tightly.

“Hi there, Kai. Did you have a good day?”

“Mhm. We watched Pororo and learned about the alphabet. We sung a funny song.”

“Ooooh, a funny song, and I missed it? Will you sing it to me at home?” Kai nodded eagerly, his eyes beaming at the thought. “Okay, well I need to talk to your teacher first. Go get your coat.” He set his son down, who hurried over to the little cubby beside the door, where his belongings rested. Taehyung watched as Namjoon made his way over to you, and you stood up. When you caught Taehyung staring, you immediately gave him a glare that read ‘mind your own business’. Taehyung huffed, looking back down at his picture as he continued to scribble away, pouting.

“Have you made a decision?” Namjoon asked. You sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Namjoon rested his hand against your desk as he waited for an answer. However, he applied too much weight, causing his hand to slip slightly and send a small stack of children’s papers on the floor nearby. “Woah.” Namjoon immediately knelt. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay.” You said, kneeling beside him as you both quickly picked them up. Yeonjun lifted a paper that fluttered beside him, handing it to you. “Thank you, honey.” You smiled. When you looked at Namjoon, who only offered a shy smile in response.

“Sorry.” Before you could respond to his second apology, a deep chuckle was heard from the nearby table. Glancing over, you saw Taehyung cover his mouth with his hand, but you could see the amused grin behind it. You frowned, glancing at Namjoon.

“Let me clean this up and I’ll meet you outside.” You said simply. Namjoon nodded. When he got up, he turned to check the status of his son. Kai had gotten distracted by Yuna and Chaeryeong at the dollhouse and was crouching beside them to watch. “Give Kai a few more minutes to play.”

“Right.” He said. He turned on his heel as you finished cleaning up the pictures. Taehyung kept his eyes on his paper as he heard Namjoon walk behind him. He decided to ignore him until he felt Namjoon glance down over his shoulder. He looked over, a confused look on his face. Then he heard him mumble: “Cute picture. You are an artist. It looks just like her.” Taehyung immediately pressed the picture against his chest, glaring up at the taller man as he exited the room. When he glanced at you, you were just a few paces behind him. Taehyung sighed, trying not to let his anger get to him as he simply folded the picture once against and put it in his pocket.

Taehyung watched the door close behind you and Namjoon. He couldn’t see you, much less hear you, and that made it worse. He could only imagine what corny and pathetic things Namjoon was saying to you. We’re in a preschool, damn it, have some decency. Taehyung thought to himself as he watched intensely. The conversation on the other side of the door seemed to last forever before Namjoon finally opened the door. He stuck his head in and called his son’s name. Immediately, Kai got up, following his dad out, and they left without anything except a goodbye to you. Once he saw them gone, Taehyung hopped from his seat, alerting Hoseok from the other side of the room. Taehyung walked out the door, catching you before you could go back inside.

“So, what happened?” Taehyung asked. You raised an eyebrow, watching as Taehyung peered around the corner. “You have a date?”

“Why do you care? You’re not my boyfriend or my father, Taehyung.” You said simply. He could sense how annoyed you were, but he didn’t care. Finally, you scoffed. “Why? We’re you going to ask me out Friday night?”

“Maybe,” Taehyung said simply. When he realized what he said, he immediately dropped his eyes to you. Your eyes were wide, almost as much as he was. Shit. Think fast, Kim Taehyung before you die. Almost immediately, a boxy smile formed on his face. “Kidding.” He said. You rolled your eyes, nudging him.

“You better mind your own business, Kim Taehyung.” You demanded, before pushing past him and storming inside. Taehyung groaned, hearing the door to the class close behind him. He looked down at his picture, which he pulled out only slightly from his pocket.

That glare of yours never really changed now, did it?

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