#big daddy??? yeah i sure hope so after i give him so many litters

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call me Proxy the way i send my little Agent down your Hollow 😺💦🐺🐗🐻

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𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: ANON Hey you ❤️ Could I request an imagine with Bucky where you are his non-avenger girlfriend but you got really distant towards him lately as you found out you're pregnant and you're scared of his reaction? But then he finds out and is all happy and all other avengers are happy for you and insist on taking care of you and it's just all fluffy ? Thank you a lot ❤️

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗��𝚜: really fluff smut 18+ (praise, daddy kink, slight mommy kink?, breeding kink, oral fem!rec, age gap, etc), slight angst, cw: mentions of eating disorders (no one has one but bucky thinks this)

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: listen…. The idea of kids and having kids getting pregnant all that jazz, yeah. It fucking terrifies me! LOL! But nonetheless I really do see the appeal and sometimes i catch myself reading these kinds of fics so i really hope you like it anon! :)

PS: updates are going to slow down cuz i don’t have any drafts ready for upload and also things are a little crazy personally so yeah hope y’all understand :)

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“You like that baby?” Bucky groaned in your ear.

“Yes daddy! Oh my god,” you moaned.

“You’re being such a good little girl for your daddy. Fuck, daddy. You're gonna make me a daddy. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna get all swollen and round with my baby. You want that? You wanna be a mommy; make me a daddy?” 

Bucky and you both expressed in the past that kids were something you both wanted but with Bucky still heavily involved with missions and the avengers, and you were in college studying to get a PhD in biomechanics and computer engineering, something that would let you understand and work with Bucky specifically very closely. You were too young to have a baby but that didn’t stop you from playing into fantasies of having a family with the man you were so in love with. 

“Daddy,” you moaned.

“Give it to me, baby,” you looked him into his eyes.

Bucky kissed you hard as you both came and after cleaning yourselves up you had showered together, ate dinner quickly, and soon went to bed. 

That was two months ago. 

Three weeks after that night, Bucky was gone for about two weeks on a mission with Steve. You and the girls were drinking wine but you opted out for the tempting glasses feeling nauseous that entire week. 

As a joke, the girls were saying you were pregnant but you were sure that you and Bucky were always cautious when having sex. It wasn’t a good time to have a baby. So you joked that all three of you should take a pregnancy test and when yours came out positive you freaked out. 

“Oh my god! Bucky’s gonna kill me!” you panicked.

“Hey, relax. It’s ok,” Nat comforted you.

“We can get through this. Now did Bucky explicitly say he doesn’t want kids?” Wanda asked.

“No, we both want kids it’s just, ugh, life is so fucking crazy right now and I’m still in school, Bucky’s going on missions all the time. It’s just not a good time to have a baby.”

“Ok think about it this; if life for us was normal, as boring as that is, would Bucky be upset if you were pregnant?” Nat reasoned.

“No, he would be so happy. He wants to be a dad, it’s just so sudden,” you said in distress.

“It’s always sudden with this situation. But what’s more important is that you have support. Whatever your decision is in the end we'll all support you, even Bucky,” Nat told you.

Bucky came back home and immediately knew that there was something that was upsetting you. You promised him that you were alright but you were conflicted. You tried to tell him, you really did, but there wasn’t a good time. 

One night Bucky tried to initiate sex when you two had the tower to yourselves. You were instantly distant with him afraid he’d take one look at your naked body and know you were pregnant and that freak you out. 

“Baby, are you ok?” Bucky asked that night.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel good,” you didn’t actually lie, the pregnancy did affect your appetite drastically and many foods you used to adore before were repulsive to you. 

“Oh ok, do you need anything?” he was concerned.

“No, I think I’m ok.”

Now present day, you and Bucky hadn’t had sex since. It’s been a little over two months and Bucky wasn’t frustrated per say but he missed you; he missed having his hands on your warm and soft skin. He missed the way you squirmed under him and the little whimpers you made. How good your walls felt as he thrusted in and out of you torturously slow. 

You two were in the kitchen sitting with some of the other team members. So far only Nat and Wanda knew about your pregnancy as hard as it was to not tell Vision or Steve or literally anyone. You stared at the breakfast sitting in front of you; it used to be your favorite but looking at it and smelling it was making you extremely nauseous. 

“Baby?” Bucky rubbed your back.

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you eating? It’s your favorite,” he said.

“I’m not too hungry,” you said.

Bucky wasn’t convinced but because you were in front of other people he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed like a father scolding a teenager. His hand rested on your thigh and immediately felt your leg tense up. 

You retracted and stood up walking away without saying a word and Bucky was confused and followed you quickly shoving as much food in his mouth as he could and tossed his plate in the sink. 

“What’s going on with them?” Steve asked.

“Oh no are they gonna break up?” Sam asked with genuine concern, as much as he fucked around with Buck he did admire your relationship. You are really good for him and he loved you unconditionally.

“No, it’s just-” Wanda started.

“Wanda,” Nat warned. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she rolled her eyes, “There fine. Y/n’s just not feeling well and she doesn’t want to be bothered.”

Bucky walked into your shared room and found you changing into yet another hoodie. That’s when he started piecing things together; or at least he thought. You were always wearing very big clothing and covering your body; that he thought was the most beautiful he’d ever laid eyes on. You were constantly nauseous and refused to eat even some of your favorites dishes and meals. You wouldn’t let him touch even though he’s initiated a couple of times.

“Y/n?” Bucky asked.

“What?” you played dumb.

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I told you I don’t feel good.”

“That seems to be your excuse a lot.”

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“Y/n, be honest with me. Are you starving yourself?” he had tears in his eyes; he couldn’t even think about you doing this to yourself.

“What! Bucky no! I’m not, ugh, just,” you stuttered.

“What is going on, please tell me, baby?”

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Bucky was shocked. You were pregnant? How long? Why didn’t you tell him? 

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you started crying.

“No, no, no, no, don’t cry babygirl,” Bucky hugged you tightly while you sobbed into his chest.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy and excited for us. We’re gonna be a family,” he smiled.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, I know we talk about this and having a family but not now. I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Well, I’m a bit bummed that you didn’t tell when you found out but no; I’m so happy. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I would do anything for you. I’m gonna be here every step of the way and we’re gonna get through this together, ok?”

“Ok,” you sniffled. 

“Are you ok? Do you need anything?” Bucky already started going into protective dad mode and he just found out.

“No I just need you,” you whispered. 

“God, I love you,” Bucky picked you up and laid you on the bed littering your face in kisses.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked you.

“Well, uh, the girls,” you said.

“You told the girls?”

“Well, they were drinking and i declined because I was feeling sick and they joked that I was pregnant so we all took pregnancy tests as a joke but mine came out positive. I took two more and they were all positive,” you started tearing up.

“Hey don’t cry, it’s ok.”

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“We’re gonna be ok, right baby?” he whispered.

“Yeah, I love you.”

Bucky leaned down again and pressed kisses to your neck making you giggle. His warm hands trailed under your shirt making your skin burst into chills. Bucky’s lips continued their assault on your neck and before you knew Bucky started lifting your sweater over your head.

You did the same to Bucky and your chests were pressed against each other instantly as he kissed you hard. Bucky trailed kisses down your body slowly, hands rubbing your skin softly, lips staying longer than usual around your stomach for obvious reasons. 

Bucky peeled your sweats from your body and didn’t hesitate to dive in. His tongue licking a long strip against your pussy. You moan softly and your hips wiggled under him. He pressed down on you to keep you from squirming but you were getting very close to your orgasm and it just felt too good. 

Bucky brought his fingers and circled your entrance before inserting a finger slowly. He looked up at you moaning at his fingers and this encouraged Bucky to insert another one. His fingers slipped in and out with ease with your arousal practically dripping from you. 

Bucky leaned forward and circled his tongue around your clit. The obsecene sounds of Bucky finger fucking you echoed in the room and you finallly climax, cumming all over his finger. Bucky crawled up your tired body after taking his pants and boxers off. 

Bucky didn’t bother putting a condom considering you’ve been his only partner the past couple years and he got you pregnant. He pumped his cock a few times before grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist and easily slipped between your folds. 

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear.

“Oh shit, yes,” you whimpered.

“Oh you’re gonna be so beautiful when you're all big and swollen, shit. You’re gonna be the sexiest mommy in this whole fucking world.”

“Ugh! And you’re gonna be such a sexy daddy,” you smirked and cupped his face.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately. He thrusted into you harder and your back arched into his chest, moaning high pitched and loudly. Your hands tugged on his hair and Bucky groaned in your mouth. 

“Oh Buck, I’m gonna come,”you said against his lips.

“Let go, baby. Come for me, mommy,” Bucky said. 

You came hard; your body contracted and trembled, your stomach tightened, your toes curled, and your legs pulled Bucky deep inside you, hot spurts of his cum coating your walls. Bucky settled on you but bounced back afraid he was crushing the baby.

He went to the bathroom, well practically sprinted, and returned with a warm towel to clean you up. Your body laid still while you were cleaned and you just watched Bucky with adoration. He left again and returned wearing boxers and held a bottle of your favorite lotion that you usually saved for special nights or for Tony’s parties.

You smiled and got comfortable as Bucky poured some lotion in his hand. His hands spread the lotion evenly on your body; thumbs skimming your sensitive nipples, gently caresses all over your stomach, teasing grazes along your inner thighs. You closed your eyes and felt euphoria. 

The love of your life was really pampering you and you felt so good. 

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” Bucky kissed your forehead, crawling into the bed with you.

“Let’s stay in all day. My girl is pregnant and she’s gonna need all the rest she can get,” Bucky joked.

“But what about-”

“No, who cares,” bucky interrupted.

“But-”

“No buts.”

“What are we gonna tell the rest of the team?”

“Oh, well. It’s your body, your comfort. You tell them when you feel it’s best. But I do hope it’s soon because I’m so happy and I don’t think i'd be able to keep this a secret for long,” Bucky dived his head in your neck making you laugh.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Man, I’m gonna be a dad,” Bucky sighed happily.

“You’re gonna be daddy,” you said innocently.

“I’m already your daddy,” he playfully growled.

“Then you’re gonna be two types of daddy,” you smirked.

“Two types of daddy.”

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Shake On It [ 2 ]

Author’s note: I was really in my harry feels whilst writing this so sorry about that lmao also I proofread this so many times and it still SUCKS ASS. I posted this entire thing earlier from my phone but tumblr deleted everything except the title so yeah I’m sorry if there aren’t italics and bolds on some of the words where they should be but i’m just to lazy to go through the entire thing and find them all again, maybe i’ll do it later but who knows. I do not own harry potter or the storyline/characters they are the intellectual property of J.K Rowling. (not my gif)

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: There’s little to nothing Draco values more than his reputation so when he sees it slipping, he’ll do anything in his power to catch it.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader / Platonic!Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, foul language, asshole!draco and daddy issues lol

This is an AU so all the information doesn’t exactly line up with the HP storyline for example Voldemort hasn’t returned but still exists so little from Harry’s history changes but Dumbledore’s still alive.

After yours and Draco’s interaction the other night you’d strongly begun reconsidering his offer to accompany him to the ball, maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought, I mean what’s the worst that could happen? So many things your anxiety was quick to answer, the most important one being that Harry and Ron would probably never speak to you again.

“Y/N are you even listening to me?” Hermione’s voice snapped you out of your trance, her blurry hand waving in front of your face, you quickly began blinking in an attempt to bring your surroundings back into focus, “sorry” you then muttered sending her an apologetic smile before gesturing for her to continue with whatever she’d been talking about.

“As I was saying, I need a cute date for the ball, who do you think will annoy Ron the most?” you were about to answer when a voice from behind you beat you to it.

“Annoy who the most?”

You rolled your eyes having a pretty clear idea of who it was, you reluctantly turned around your eyes immediately locking onto Draco’s who stood there in all his glory a smug smile plastered onto his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Excuse me who invited you to this conversation?” you retorted before turning back to Hermione who had an amused grin on her face causing you to lightly kick her from underneath the table, you didn’t want Draco putting two and two together and realizing you’d talked about him with Hermione.

“I was just wondering if you’d changed your mind about going with me to the ball” Draco cajoled causing your eyes to widen realizing you still hadn’t told Hermione about the fact he’d asked you in the first place.

You sent Hermione an an ‘i’ll tell you later’ look before twisting your body to face Draco’s who now had his hands placed in his robe pockets, his self assurance radiating off of him despite the fact you’d rejected him only days before, the boy had clearly never been told ‘no’ his entire life.

“No and I won’t be, so run along” you stated before making a shooing gesture with your hand which only seemed to have the opposite effect you’d intended it too, since he began to take a few steps forward, licking his lips as he looked you up and down.

“Yes you will” he stated matter of factly and it took all self control you had not to smack him right across the face, who did he think he was?

“Is it really that hard to get it into that tiny little brain of yours that there are girls alive who don’t like you” you practically growled missing how Hermione’s attention had drifted away from the scene unfolding before her and to the two figures who had begun making their way towards you.

“Yes because there aren’t an-”

“Malfoy find someone else to bother can’t you see she’s not interested” Harry cut him off as him and Ron now fully came into view, the two of them standing tall behind Draco whose attention had now shifted from you to them.

“Oh look who it is, dumb and dumber” chortles could be heard from the Slytherin table at Draco’s words causing you to roll your eyes, it was pathetic how they would lick up every single thing he did.

“Offers still there Y/L/N” Draco turned to you before he slowly started to ascend back towards the Slytherin table where he was greeted with numerous pats on the back as he squeezed himself in between Crabbe and Goyle.

“What a slimy git” Ron huffed as he took the seat next to yours, immediately beginning to scoop all the food in view onto his plate.

“What did he want anyways?” Harry asked resting his elbows on the wooden house table as he sat down opposite you.

“He asked if I wanted to go to the ball with him” you feigned disgust as you shook your head, hoping he would drop the subject, you’d never been a good liar and if anyone could see through you it would surely be your best friend.

“Just tell him you’re going with me if he asks again, then he’ll leave you alone” Harry suggested, Ron nodding along with him as he stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth.

“Yeah- yeah ‘course thank you Harry” you scratched the back of your head cringing at the obvious hint of disappointment lingering in your words which thankfully no one but Hermione seemed to notice since she reached her hand out across the table and laid it gently atop of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You gave her a small smile before your eyes began dancing around the Great Hall somehow coming to a halt on Draco’s figure, he had his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he engaged in conversation with Blaise.

No one could say that Draco Malfoy wasn’t handsome, rude and a prat? Sure, but unattractive no. He was the only boy you’d ever seen who was able to pull of such a hair color and as your eyes travelled along his sharp jawline up to his chiseled cheekbones you felt the uncontrollable feeling of heat rush up to your face as his eyes met yours.

He sent you a wink before turning back around, you mirroring his actions the feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach slowly melting away as you pushed any remaining thoughts of him aside.

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The ball was only a few days from now and you and Hermione had decided to take a trip down to Hogsmeade in an attempt to shop for dresses, not wanting to repeat what had happened last year when you both had made the mistake of trusting your parents with your attires, the dresses they’d choosen had arrived the same night as the ball and you had been forced to show up in matching bright pink gowns since it had been too late to go and buy new ones. You’d been the laughing stocks off the school for a couple months after that, never again.

You cringed at the memory that would surely be edged into your mind forever but as you pushed open the wooden door that led into Gladrags Wizardwear you found yourself entranced with all the beautiful dresses littered around the shop.

“Have you decided who you’re gonna go to the ball with?” Hermione hummed as her fingers trailed over a blue gown that hung along with hundreds of others at the front of the store.

“Yeah I think I’m just gonna go with Harry, I don’t want to risk my friendship with either him or Ron by going with Draco” you sighed not feeling the need to hide your disappointment in front of her.

“I get that but if you really do like Malfoy you should just ease Harry and Ron into the idea of you two being together” Hermione shrugged in response before removing the dress she’d been looking at from its hanger and placing it into her arms as you continued browsing.

“How am I supposed to do that you know how much they hate him” you sighed as you lightly dragged your hand over the multiple fabrics that hung on the clothing rag next to you.

“You could dance with him at the ball” Hermione suggested, you nodded silently in agreement before coming to an abrupt halt as a certain dress caught your eye. It was champagne colored and made out of silk with a thigh high split running down the side of it, not the type of dress you’d usually go for but nevertheless you carefully placed it into your arms deciding their was no harm in seeing how it looked on you.

“Who are you going with?” you changed the subject not feeling like talking about Draco anymore, it was really killing your mood.

“Hero Finnigan asked me” your eyes widened at Hermione’s words. Hero Finnigan was in the year above you and was quite the heartthrob around school, he’d been known for having a new girl underneath his arm every week and it seemed that this time around it was going to be Hermione, much to your surprise.

“Please tell me you said yes, if anyone’s going to make Ron jealous it’s definitely him” you assured her, looping your arm with hers as you continued skimming through the store.

“Of course I said yes, I’m not that daft” she shook her head before continuing, “I don’t know though I-I guess I was just hoping that in the end Ron would ask me, but apparently he’s going with Lavender” her nose scrunched up at the mere mention of her name as she let out a heavy sigh.

Your heart ached for your best friend as you put an arm around her shoulder giving her a tight side hug, a subtle way of letting her know you were there for her no matter what.

“Enough about that let’s go try on our dresses and we can tell each other what we think” Hermione was obviously trying to distract herself but you didn’t feel like pressing the subject any further so you only nodded in agreement as you started searching for the changing rooms, it was a surprisingly big shop compared to how small it had appeared from the outside.

Once you’d finally found them at the far end of the shop you both entered separate rooms, simultaneously pulling the curtains shut shielding you from the watchful eyes of the other customers, although there weren’t that many.

You took one last look at the dress letting your fingers wander down the silky fabric before carefully removing it from its hanger and slipping your legs in between the opening.

Once you got it on, you weren’t able to reach the zipper on the back, no matter how hard you tried so you stealthily peeked your head out behind the curtain and seeing no one you began to make your way towards Hermione’s changing room hoping she could be of some assistance.

“Need some help with that?” a voice stopped you dead in your tracks, swiftly turning to see Draco standing there, a mischievous smirk resting on his lips as he took a step closer to you.

“Are you stalking me or something?” you shook your head, furrowing your brows once you noticed how his eyes weren’t meeting yours, instead they were trailing up and down your body, devouring every inch of you.

“Eyes up here Malfoy” you teased which made him finally look up at you, but instead of replying with a snide comment of his own he threw the suit he’d been holding onto a clothing rag nearby and slowly began to stride towards you.

You weren’t able to get a word out as he tenderly placed his ring clad fingers on top of your bare shoulders scanning your face for approval witch you granted by carefully nodding your head taking in a deep breath as you felt him begin to slowly turn you around.

You shivered once the cold metal wrapped around his fingers began to run down your arms, his fingertips then gently dancing down the small of your back in a painfully teasing manner.

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy sigh as he took a step closer to you his lips ghosting over your ear as he began to pull the zipper upwards causing you to almost involuntarily lean into him. As soon as you did his scent consumed you, he smelled of expensive cologne and spearmint, even better than you could have ever imagined.

He stopped as the zip reached the bottom strands of your hair, he thought for a moment before he carefully wrapped his hand around your h/c locks, twisting them gently around his fingers before letting them fall over the side of your shoulder, the tips of his fingers ever so slightly running across the side of your neck as he moved them back down to where he’d stopped.

You gently tilted your head, closing your eyes in content once you felt his hot breath fan over your neck, you leaned your head back at the sensation resting it atop of Draco’s shoulder, shivering once you felt his lips ghost over the sweet spot just behind your ear, one of his arms finding your waist as the other continued to work its way up your back.

Once you heard the faint sound of the zipper click as it reached its closing you slowly opened your eyes feeling him take an impossible step closer to you, your behind now pressed into his front as he trailed his hands down to your hips.

“You clean up quite nice Y/L/N” he breathed out as he began running his hands up to your stomach before finally reaching your waist where they abruptly stopped so that he could turn you back around, you let out a gasp at the sudden forced movement your hands clinging onto his shoulders to prevent you from falling.

You opened your mouth but no words came out as you were consumed by the feeling of his fingers digging into your sides, his lips mere centimeters from yours you almost unknowingly began to lean in.

He mirrored your movements but just before your lips could meet someone cleared their throat from behind you causing you to jump away from him, frowning at the sudden loss of contact.

Once your eyes met Hermione’s you quickly cleared your throat acting as if nothing had (almost) happened, she raised an eyebrow obviously confused at the scene unfolding before her.

You turned back towards Draco who was looking at you almost expectantly, “I’m going with Harry to the ball” you suddenly felt the need to tell him, hoping he wouldn’t get the wrong idea from the little moment you had just shared.

“Potter seriously?” Draco scoffed in return before making his way around you and Hermione, your eyes following his figure and as soon as he was completely out of sight you finally felt like you could breath again, staggering backwards into Hermione who quickly put her arms up to catch you.

“Oh I’m in trouble”

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You’d decided to buy the dress you’d tried on in the store, even though every time you put it on you couldn’t shake away the feeling of Draco being pressed against you as his lips hovered dangerously close to your neck.... You shook your head in hopes that it would toss the memory out of your mind, you couldn’t be thinking about Draco right now, not when Harry was standing just outside the Gryffindor common room patiently waiting for you to get ready.

“Can you zip me up?” you turned your back to Hermione who quickly rushed to your side swiftly beginning to pull the zipper on the back of your dress upwards. As you closed your eyes you got momentary flashes off Draco’s ring clad fingers wrapped around your body and you tried with all your might to shake the tingling feeling you got away, but nothing seemed to be working.

“Okay do a little spin for me” you let out a laugh at Hermione’s words but nevertheless you began spinning around your dorm playfully, letting your hair fall across your shoulders as Hermione threw her head back in laughter.

“You look incredible” she complemented as you engulfed each other in tight hugs mentally preparing yourselves for the night ahead.

“Oh please, I’m nothing compared to you” you stated linking your arms together before the two of you began to make your way to your awaiting dates.

Once the door to the Gryffindor common room opened the first thing you saw was Harry engaged in conversation with Hero, you could tell by his uncomfortable shuffling that the exchange had been awkward causing you to let out a small giggle which captured the attention of the two boys.

Harry’s mouth hung open as he let his eyes wander all over you, from the thigh-high front split on the front of your dress to your flawless makeup and perfectly styled hair, he was speechless, if you two weren’t best friends he’d probably be tripping over his own two feet by now.

“Well this is certainly an upgrade from last year” Harry let out a teasing laugh as he bowed down to take your hand in his.

“Oh shut up” you feigned annoyance as you stood beside him, feeling goosebumps run up your arms as his hand came to rest on your lower back, leading the two of you towards the Great Hall.

“In all seriousness Y/N, you look amazing” Harry gushed as he pulled you into his side. An uncontrollable blush creeping onto your cheeks at his words as you let your head fall on his shoulder.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Potter” you teased, the two of you letting out simultaneous fits of laughter as you followed closely behind Hero and Hermione.

After a moment of silence Harry suddenly spoke out, “Ron was going to ask her you know” the two of you shared knowing glances at his words, it was so painfully obvious that your other two best friends were head over heels in love with each other but neither of them dared to make the first move, either to scared of being rejected or ruining their many years worth of friendship.

“Figures” you shrugged a comfortable silence overtaking you as you walked over to one of the many rows of couples stood in front of the entrance leading into the Great Hall.

As the doors begun to open you excitedly smiled up at Harry but before you were able to move forward another couple had harshly pushed their way in front of you and you were immediately able to identify the mob of platinum blond hair.

“Excuse me” you rolled your eyes causing the two of them to turn their heads towards you, you couldn’t hold in your scoff once you saw who he’d decided to bring, Pansy Parkinson of all the people in this bloody school.

“Don’t start anything Malfoy” Harry warned before either of them were able to get a word out, it looked like Pansy was going to throw a snide comment your way but stopped as soon as her eyes met Draco’s, she let out a huff before reluctantly turning back around.

“You look dashing” Draco complimented, you could feel Harry tense up beside you and you snaked an arm around his waist in an attempt to calm him down, the last thing you wanted was to cause a scene.

“Shouldn’t you be telling that to your date?” you retorted gesturing towards Pansy who seemed to be strangely quiet, usually she couldn’t keep her mouth shut no matter the circumstance, but you weren’t complaining.

Draco didn’t respond instead he just shrugged his shoulders before turning back around his arm slipping down towards Pansy’s lower back, you felt the inkling feeling of jealousy begin to form inside you but you forced yourself to push it away giving Harry’s bicep a reassuring squeeze knowing it had taken all his might not to hex Draco then and there.

As soon as Draco and Pansy had left you two be you quickly pulled Harry along with you into the hall so you wouldn’t get trampled by the entourage of students crowded behind you who were also squeezing their way through the double doors.

You intertwined your fingers with Harry’s as you took in your surroundings. It looked even better than last year, snow was falling from the starry black ceiling stopping just a few feet above you, mistletoe’s and every traditional Christmas decoration you could think of were littered all across the hall and instead of the usual house tables there were hundreds of smaller silver ones, each having it’s own floating candle above them.

Once you spotted a decent place to sit you tugged onto Harry’s arm gesturing for him to follow you towards the table your eyes were set on, somehow along the way you managed to spot Hermione and you threw your arm up gesturing for her hand Hero to come sit with you and Harry.

It wasn’t long until the chair beside you was being pulled from underneath the table and Hermione placed her self atop of it along with Hero, you happily greeted both of them but all joy inside you seemed to fade away once you noticed Ron and Lavender heading your way.

Oh please no

Ron placed a chaste kiss on Lavender’s cheek as he pointed towards your table.

Don’t sit here

Lavender eagerly began to nod following behind Ron as they inched closer and closer.

Anywhere but here

Despite your silent praying Ron was now pulling a chair out for Lavender before taking a seat himself and as soon as he did an awkward tension filled the air. You grabbed Hermione’s hand from underneath the table giving it a reassuring squeeze noticing how she’d tensed up once Lavender had bitterly greeted her.

“Whose this then?” Ron could be heard from the other end of the table, you rolled your eyes at his tone, how did Hermione not realize he was jealous hell even Hero seemed to notice it as his eyes uncomfortably shifted between Hermione’s angered expression and Ron’s annoyed one.

“Hero Finnigan, and you?” he reached his hand out over the table and for a split moment your eyes had widened thinking Ron was actually going to sit there and ignore him but thankfully the ginger haired boy reluctantly reached over the table and connected his hand with Hero’s.

“Ron, Ron Weasely”

“Weasely, eh? could have guessed, I’m good friends with your brothers” Hero attempted to make conversation but Ron didn’t seem all to keen on it only muttering a “whatever” underneath his breath causing you to kick him from underneath the table, you gave him a warning glance to which he replied by throwing a small ‘piss off’ in your direction.

Before you could begin to scold him for his rude behaviour Dumbledore’s voice tore throughout the Great Hall preventing you from doing so although you had a feeling that if it hadn’t had been him it probably would have been Harry.

“Welcome students to our annual Jingle Ball, may I say you all look wonderful tonight” Dumbledore gingerly smiled, his wand lightly pressed against the side of his neck as he gestured towards the numerous students all dressed in their finest attires.

“We’ll start the evening with a three course meal prepared by our lovely house elves” claps begun to sound around the Great Hall which you quickly joined in on, smiling brightly once you noticed the numerous elves clumsily standing up from their seats and waving at the students.

“Once you’ve finished eating a band will be preforming for us and I hope that you and your dates will be joining me and McGonagall on the dance floor” laughter sounded around the hall at the last part of his sentence but instead of joining in like you usually would you found yourself draining out all noise as your eyes met Draco’s.

He’d already been looking your way and you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips as his icy grey eyes burned through yours, you felt like there was some type of force drawing you to him and you couldn’t do anything about it, even though your head was screaming at you that shouldn’t be developing feelings for someone as arrogant and cruel as Draco Malfoy your heart seemed to be having trouble following.

-

Once everyone had finished eating you were eager to get away from your table, somehow Hero and Ron had begun a full blown argument which you and Hermione had to quickly shut down by asking Lavender to take Ron somewhere else until he’d calm down, that boy could not control his temper if his life depended on it.

You’d managed to cheer Hermione up after the entire ordeal telling her that she should focus on herself for once and have fun, thankfully she’d listened and you couldn’t help the giddy expression overtaking your facial features as you watched her and Hero sway together on the dance floor.

“Care to dance M’ lady” Harry merrily bowed down in front of you reaching his hand out towards yours, you placed a hand on your chest in feigned surprise before gently laying your hand in Harry’s palm.

“Why, I would be delighted to” you attempted a posh accent unable to contain the giggle that fell past your lips as you let Harry lead you to the dance floor.

As soon as his arm had wrapped around your waist and the other intertwined with your hand another slow song began playing, most of the students were still digesting their food so their weren’t many on the dance floor, it was only you and Harry, Hero and Hermione and about six other couples.

You leaned your head on Harry’s chest letting him slowly sway you to the soothing melody of the song. “You know I love you right?” Harry mumbled as he placed a kiss on top of your head.

“I love you too, silly” you brightly smiled up at him, you both knew there weren’t harbored feelings for the other hidden behind those three words so you had no trouble voicing it to each other.

You tightly wrapped your arms around his waist continuing to slowly move around the dance floor. You knew how hard his life had been leading up to this point, losing his family, Sirius, and then Cedric he always had the inkling fear that one day he’d lose you or Ron or Hermione so you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t going anywhere.

Sometimes silence speaks louder than words and you knew you were saying everything you needed just by being there with him, it felt like hours that you’d stayed that way wrapped in each others arms but soon students begun to make their way to the dance floor so you and Harry decided to take a short break, heading hand in hand back towards your table.

-

Unbeknownst to you whilst you and Harry had been in your own world gently dancing with each other for all eyes to see, Draco had been enduring pure torture over at his table.

“I can’t believe she choose Potter over you”

“That’s gotta sting”

“How’s it feel being the second choice”

“Hope you’re ready to do my homework for the rest of the year”

Was all he had heard for the last hour as he’d watched you and Harry dance with one another. No matter the threats he threw their way and menacing looks they just wouldn’t stop, he felt as if his power of being crowned the Slytherin prince was slipping away from him, since in his world losing to someone like Harry Potter was as low as you could get.

Then and there Draco decided he wasn’t going to endure it anymore he was making his move tonight no matter the circumstance.

-

“You know Ginny’s been eyeing you all night” you wiggled your eyebrows nudging Harry’s shoulder who awkwardly began shifting in his seat as he mumbled a ‘really’ in response to which you nodded.

“Go ask her too dance!” you stood up so you could force him out of his seat along with you, you subtly pointed towards Ginny’s direction who had swiftly looked away as soon as her eyes had met Harry’s.

“But what about you?” Harry frowned realizing you didn’t have anyone to spend time with if he’d leave since both Hermione and Ron seemed to be preoccupied with their dates.

“Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine! now go” you ushered him forward giving him a reassuring thumbs up as he began to walk towards her.

“You’re quite the matchmaker aren’t you?” Hermione had suddenly walked up behind you and you both watched in amusement as Harry almost fell over twice before he was able to reach Ginny who had happily agreed to dance with him.

“Where’s Hero?” you asked as you turned to face Hermione eyes wandering around the hall in an attempt to spot her date, “oh he’s just gone to get us some drinks, you’re welcome to join us if you’d like” Hermione offered but you shook your head.

“No its okay honestly I’m fine” you assured her, you did not want to spend the evening third wheeling your best friend and her date.

Hermione began opening her mouth surely to convince you to join them but stopped once her eyes landed on something behind you or rather someone behind you.

“Care to dance?”

You swiftly turned around to see Draco with his hand reaching out towards you, you tried your best to contain the smile that was so desperately gnawing at the sides of your mouth as you turned back to Hermione who was giving you knowing smile.

“Find me if you need anything alright?” you eagerly nodded at her words only turning back to Draco once Hermione had fully vanished into the crowd.

“One dance, that’s it” you attempted to sound serious but it came off in a more teasing manner as you let your hand fall into Draco’s.

“Agreed”

As soon as you’d reached the middle of the dance floor, Draco’s arm had snaked around your waist pulling you into him whilst the other intertwined your fingers. You let out a giggle as he began twirling you around, gracefully catching you back in his arms as both his hands moved to rest on your lower back.

“You’re quite the dancer” you complimented, without a doubt boosting Draco’s already large ego, “I know” he had replied with a knowing smirk, twirling you around one last time before pulling you flush up against him your noses bumping together since you’d already been looking up at him. You’d held the eye contact for a minute as you brightly smiled at each other before you gently let your chin rest on his shoulder as he slowly began swaying you from side to side.

As your eyes began dancing over the students you didn’t think anything could burst your happy bubble until your eyes found Harry’s who had a look of disappointment edged onto his features as he pulled away from Ginny who had frowned at his sudden dismissal as she watched him begin to make his way out of the Great Hall.

You cleared your throat as you uncomfortably began shuffling away from Draco who gave you a look of confusion as he watched you pull your hand out of his and back away from him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I can’t do this” you muttered before hurriedly turning around and squeezing your way through the crowd of students all huddled together on the dance floor, most of them giving you annoyed glances as you pushed them out of the way but you didn’t care all you wanted to do was find Harry. You couldn’t imagine how he’d felt once he saw you his best friend, dancing with someone who’d made his life a living hell ever since the first year.

Once you’d exited the Great Hall you frantically began looking around the empty corridors in an attempt to find Harry who’d stormed out here only moments ago.

“Y/N!” you heard Draco call from behind you but you ignored him, picking up your pace once you heard his nearing footsteps echoing around the empty hallways.

“Y/N please wait” you felt him grab ahold of your wrist swiftly turning you back to face him, his grip only tightening as you began attempting to pull your hand away.

“No! You can’t treat my friends like shit and then expect me to give in on whatever the hell you’re trying to do” you finally managed to rip your hand out of his grasp as you turned back around but he quickly ran in front of you placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place.

“Listen I’m sorry alright, bloody hell I just- I can’t stop thinking about you I don’t know how to explain it but I think I might-” he cut himself off hesitating to speak his next words unsure of how you’d react since he didn’t want to return to his friends with yet another failed attempt.

“You think you might what?” you crossed your arms over your chest glaring up at him as you watched his mouth open and close again.

“Fancy you” he finally let out, your eyes widening as you let your hands fall down to your hips. You took a few steps back until you couldn’t move any further the tall walls of the castle preventing you from doing so.

“You what?” you barely whispered and Draco took that as his chance to walk towards you placing both his hands on the wall next to you.

As you looked back up at him he slowly started to remove one hand from the wall so he could place it onto your cheek and just like he’d done in the store, he began leaning in until his lips were barely hovering above yours, you so desperately wanted to close the gap between you but a part of you was screaming to push him away and never look back, but as your eyes met his once more you couldn’t bring yourself to do it your heart taking control as he pressed his lips against your own.

Your lips continued dancing with each other at a normal pace until he’d moved to deepen the kiss swiftly wrapping his arms around your waist so you were able to loop yours around his neck, he pushed you even tighter up against the wall causing you to let out a gasp allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You ran your fingers through his hair gently pulling on the strands on the back of his head before letting your head fall to the side as he began leaving kisses down your neck his hands trailing down your sides until they wrapped around your hips pulling you even further into him.

You gently blinked your eyes open as you pulled away from him, your lips undoubtedly swollen and your lipstick smeared but you didn’t care.

“No one can know about this, not until I talk to Harry” you breathed out leaning your forehead against his as you attempted to slow your heart rate by taking deep breaths in and out.

“Of course I won’t tell anyone” he lied, he’d gotten quite good at that after having to continuously lie to his father ever since he was a child, one particular incident that he would never forget was when he’d accidentally let one of the house elves go because he didn’t know that to free them they had to be granted an item of clothing and on a particularly cold night he saw no harm in granting the elf his jacket since it had been shivering beside him and when his father had barged into his room later in the night furious at his son’s stupidity Draco had lied and told him that the elf had tricked him into doing so and upon hearing this his father had tracked the elf down and casted the unforgivable curse onto him, after that Draco lied to his father about almost everything he did to ensure something like that would never happen again.

Amongst his peers he was powerful and feared but when it came to his father he was nothing, never good enough and always in the way. School was the only place he felt he was more than his father’s words so he knew that as soon as he would make his way into the Slytherin common room the first thing he was going to do was tell his friends that he’d done it, that you were slowly but surely beginning to fall for him, which put him right back on top. 

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allies + eje human au headcanons

I had to look up what eje meant, which was Axis in Spanish 🌮 (there's no sombrero emoji, and I'm mad about it). This is mostly a college Human AU, but there's still some future stuff in there. Enjoy the longest list of Headcannons in one post lol

Human AU Hetalia!

Allies:

America:

Has rich parents, but doesn't tell anyone, and somehow his big house that everyone parties at doesn't give it away.

The only person who knows is Japan, and that's specifically because Japan's dad works for America's dad.

Is a college student, hoping to go for some kind of music degree.

A first year.

Black T-shirt and jeans. Has a plaid button up for everyday of the month, usually has it tied around his hips.

Has like, one basic tux and refuses to wear anything but converse or airwalkers.

Space nerd #1, except he's more into what's beyond our boundaries, and loves the constellations.

One of the most popular kids, and no matter how hard you try he's not easy to hate.

Gives off dumb college kid energy even though he's one of the A+ students.

His glasses are for show. It was meant to be a rebellious thing since Canada use to get bullied about his own glasses, now it's just an esthetic.

Skate boards and plays the acoustic guitar in his free time.

Jeans are usually missing the knee section.

Once set off firecrackers in a metal trash can as a school prank.

England:

Last year of college, majoring in history after failing his cooking classes.

Graphic tee central. We are unsure how many he has but he's up to 43 different shirts worn on campus.

Usually has his earbuds in, listening to punk rock.

Has an ungodly amount of bracelets. His favorite one is a black snap bracelet with little pirate skulls.

Was practically raised by his older brothers.

Lives alone, but is secretly an amazing writer.

Has a Tumblr blog he writes spooky stuff on.

Top of his class, but can be a dummy if he's put on the spot.

France:

No one is sure how he's been allowed to take nothing but art classes. No English, or science, just art.

Is also a transfer student, he's probably the second richest thanks to daddy.

Is the school stud, despite not sleeping with a single soul, and is actually extremely nervous about dating, and is just more comfortable with playful flirting.

He wants to be a fashion designer, or Model. Mostly a Designer.

Loose shirts and tight pants.

Has a weird obsession with belt sashes.

Plays violin like a god, and is a senior.

China:

Another senior in college.

Had the unfortunate event of being in the same cooking class as England before Arthur decided to switch degrees.

Still hangs out with him and Japan.

One of the few who is taking advanced classes, and is literally everyone's tutor.

Going for a Degree in Cooking. Wants to be a head chef.

His parents are over seas, but he promised to get them to America as soon as he can.

He wears a lot of colorful shirts that is always tucked into his pants.

Most of which look like bowling shirts, but he likes to add little Chinese patches to them. Has a signature jean jacket that is overwhelmed with patches.

Has a panda beenie baby keychain, so everyone knows exactly who it belongs to when he losses his keys.

Very quick to panic, and hates to admit he's wrong.

Russia:

Third and final transfer student, along with Japan, and France.

Poor confused child is trying so hard.

He's kind of shy, and is fully aware his social akwardness creeps everyone out.

Almost cried the day America and Prussia adopted him into the cool kid circle.

His broken english is probably the biggest turn off for the people at school. It's why no one really talks to him, mostly because they can't figure out what he's saying most of the time.

Biggest sweetheart though, and is painfully smart, but do to the english thing he's stuck in the average classes, but China comes swooping in and his english gets almost fluent by his third year.

He doesn't own a single thing tech, minus a flip phone, but somehow knows all the hot keys on the computer to every program, and it's only because he's lazy about it and it's the funniest thing.

Space nerd #2 but knows more about the planets and can name every single moon, and knows the history of space discoveries by heart.

Secretly a hopeless romantic, and doesn't realize he reads England's blog.

Is pretty much a closet goth, but likes bright colors too much to be seen in all black.

Knows way to much about torture devices and learned very quickly that gets you out casted in a school setting.

Isn't upset that he doesn't have many friends, but somehow attracts all the little kids from the grade school.

He likes his northface sweater, and loose pants. But his shirts are pretty colorful, and he likes collecting shoelaces.

He spends a lot of time in the woodwork shop, creating amazing figures and such.

Canada:

I can feel the dissapointed stares of Matt not being a photographer. Welp, guess he also gets a degree in art then.

Second year, Because he skipped one year in college.

Clothing style is long sleeves and vests.

He likes feeling fancy, and owns an endless amount of beanies.

One of the few people who talks to Russia.

His locker has a snot ton of polar bear stickers that everyone stuck to it, and he loves it.

Is baby but can kick butt in the wrestling club after school.

Has a tiny white Pomeranian that he rescued from it's mother who wouldn't take care of it, probably because the puppy was the runt of the litter.

Has a Harley Davidson and it's been painted black with the aurora on it, making everyone think it was his non-existent girlfriend's or something. Now it's a running joke.

Axis:

Germany:

He's not a jock, but he's friends with them.

Military Dad.

Is usually found hanging out in the gymnasium on breaks. It's quiet and no one is going to bother him. Usually.

Senior, and so ready to get the heck out of college.

Ladies love him, but he really hates the attention, like please help him.

Style wise he's pretty basic, but really loves his camo print.

Has owned countless doggos, and only attracted so many girls the day he walked to school with a fluffy poodle that France Hijacked for the day.

Doesn't ever go to dances after the first one and everyone tried to get him drunk, to no avail.

Had out drank some of the dumber students to shut them up.

Can be mean if you persistently pester him for dumb stuff, especially if he's already said no.

He's into construction and is working on a degree in Construction Management.

Japan:

Exchange student number 3

Degree in technology is what he desires.

Style = Geek, but like a stylish geek.

Him and Canada are in photography class together.

Japan is also part of the cool kids, but only when they're about to do some dumb stunt, and need a camera man.

Doesn't mind, loves watching them make fools of themselves.

Has a rebellious streak, and tends to be a complete sass.

As soon as something seems to go bad, he gone. He's heading towards the door. Been in detention once, and that was it.

Why does everyone go to him for advice when china is literally down the hall?

Rich kid #3 and his parents are traditional and are having a crisis over their son's rebellious attitude.

Italy:

Is a first year, and is oddly enough, going for a degree in history.

Really likes antiques and old artsy stuff.

Has a few shared classes with France, and they pretty much own those classes.

Rivals America's charisma, but isn't as popular due to:

Being seen around France, and not doing dumb and entertaining crap like america.

Gets picked on a lot Because he doesn't understand you can't be nice to the Jock's girlfriend without everyone thinking your flirting, even though you just needed directions on your first day of school.

Germany is now his bodyguard and he was kind of like "???" But they get closer the longer they hangout.

Fancy shirt man, like hand me downs from his Italian father. So they're really nice, and a lot of eye melting patterns.

Gets attached to people easily, and is sensitive when he gets taken advantage of during assignments, but toughs through it because he has too.

Has two cats literally named Mona, and Lisa.

Has cried at least once at school because he's a soft guy, but he gets a thicker shell the older he gets and learns to just laugh off other people's stupidity.

Romano:

Protective older brother gooooo

Second year in school, and his first year made him want to eat brinks.

Doesn't know what degree he wants, but settled for a degree in cooking.

Shares his brother's shirts practically and it confuses everyone Because, didn't Feliciano wear that shirt last week?

Immediately thinks people don't know washing machines exist Because of this, so his sass factor is high up there.

Doesn't really have friends, and also does not care. He's a bit of a lone wolf and needed something to do.

The amount of not caring attitude contrasts his high grades and his teachers are painfully confused by it.

Will jokingly tell people to fight him at McDonald's, and almost fought someone but literally laughed, and suggested they got something to eat instead.

He's somehow, in a bizarre and unwanted sense, everyone's brother which is just...

No one understands him, but they like him, and he doesn't know why and it kind of bugs him.

He's usually in the front of the school daydreaming about, god only knows what...

Is the epitomy of the "she doesn't even go here" joke from mean girls, except he does go to that school.

Why did he need a degree? Oh yeah, Because work places don't care what kind of paper, you just need a paper.

Prussia:

Rival friendship with america, and Russia has had to step in to break up petty fights.

He's not sure why he's part of the popular kids since he's so fricken chaotic and obnoxious. Or so he thinks.

Genuinely a sweet guy in his last year, desperately wanting a degree in mathematics. Like, no one understands why mathematics until he starts pulling card tricks from his pocket that deals with it, and blows everyone's mind.

He is also head of the newspaper club.

Has the style of a teenage band member and will not apologize for it.

Has hijacked the schools speaker system to blast evanescence, which gave a huge boost to his friendship with Russia, since the big fellow shares Prussia's taste in music.

Can eat a whole ghost pepper without batting an eyelash, and this is only Headcannon and a worthy note because he became sick the day after and the whole school had "in loving memory of Gilbert's stomach" posters all over the place.

Teacher's are very much done with his harmless antics. They're noticably stupid pranks, but only to the point it's annoying.

Like he managed to make all the teacher's computer backgrounds as Brad Pitt wearing a sombrero. There's no joke, and no punchline. It's just a poorly Photoshopped sombrero?

Races his brother to school every morning, and afternoon. Cops have stopped them at least twice due to other bystanders getting freaked out.

Him and Romano don't mix well, but try to leave each other alone.

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The Boys Of Summer — JJ Maybank

Request: Hi there I wasn’t sure if requests were open or not, but I was wondering if I could get a JJ x female reader based on the song The Boys Of Summer by Don Henley. I feel likes it’s a good end of summer song and I was thinking it could be something where the reader is getting ready to leave for college and her and JJ have to come to terms with her leaving and while she drives away the both of them reminisce on their times together. Sorry if it’s too much! I love your writing! :)

Warnings: swearing, underaged drinking

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/N: I kind of veered from the request a bit- I just got a different vibe from the lyrics

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The sun was beaming into JJ’s eyes as he flew down the streets on his motorbike, leaves kicking up in the wind. He hoped it was the harsh wind that caused tears to prick in his eyes, rather than the emotional turmoil in his head. You were leaving for college today, and JJ didn’t want you to leave without letting you know how he felt. He knew he had fucked up, and he scolding himself for waiting until the last minute to do anything about it.

The ride to your house was eerie. The streets, usually filled with kid’s trying to find their fun, were empty. The beaches were deserted, litter left from tourists the only thing keeping the sand company. Summer was ending, and the Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth, felt like a ghost town. It was bare. The contrast of its current state, and from what it looked like just a couple of weeks ago was astounding.

-

The speaker that Sarah had brought was playing lowly, relaxing you both as you tanned. It was one of the first few days of summer, and you needed to get that glow that would carry you for the rest of the season. You were enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin, until you felt something, or someone, block its rays. You picked off your sunglasses, and saw the culprit, JJ, your boyfriend, standing in front of you. His hair was sopping wet, little droplets falling onto your feet as he towered over you.

“What,” you groaned, throwing your forearm over your eyes.

“C’mon Y/N! The waters fine,” he whined, trying to get you to comply. You look at him for a moment before making up your mind.

“Five more minutes,” you said as you put your sunglasses back on, getting back to tanning.

“Fine,” JJ accepted, drawing out the vowel. You heard him stomp away, in a childish manner, which made you smile. You closed your eyes, unwinding again. It didn’t last for very long though, as you were ripped from you relaxation when you heard rapid footfalls coming your direction. You didn’t have much time to process what was happening as JJ picked you up from the sand, and threw you over his shoulder. You screamed as you pounding his back, begging for him to put you down. Your cries for help were abruptly cut off when JJ threw you off his shoulder, and into the salty water. When you emerged from the water, the sound of JJ’s laughter filled your ears, which was impossible to get mad at.

“What the hell was that, Maybank!” You playfully scorned, to which he only laughed harder. You moved to slap his chest, but he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you in, wrapping his arms around your torso.

“The waves were calling your name, Y/N,” he alleged, making you giggle against his skin. He placed his hands on your cheeks, guiding you up to kiss him. It was a small kiss, but it was filled with so much, you didn’t want the moment to end. You pulled away, and leaned your forehead against his.

The love you saw in his eyes was innocent. It was child-like, and pure. Like nothing could ever get in your way.

-

JJ didn’t realize the memory was playing out in his head. There were tears pouring down his cheeks, and being blown into the wind. He kept his gaze steady on the road in front of him, with a hard face. He was mad. Mad at himself for letting you go. He could’ve had a future with you, but he let it all go to shit.

-

The Fourth of July carnival has been a summer staple for the Outer Banks since anyone could remember, and you went every year. It was one of your favorite summer traditions, and this year, you went with JJ. The night was full of rides, greasy fair food, and booth games, where JJ had won you a large teddy bear.

The night was winding down, people were going home and rides were shutting down, and you were getting pretty tired. You and JJ were holding hands as you were walking towards the exit, along with everyone else. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a little boy trip and fall, getting separated from his family in the large crowd. He couldn’t have been older than five years old. You quickly ran towards him, ducking through the mass of people, shouting ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ til you reached him.

“Hey there,” you said as you crouched down, JJ right beside you. The little boy looked up at you with teary eyes.

“What’s your name?” You asked in a sweet voice, trying to calm him down.

“Ryder,” the little boy said through sniffles, his little cheeks red and puffy.

“Ryder? Okay Ryder, is it okay if I pick you up?” You asked in your best baby voice. He didn’t answer, as he made grabby hands, letting out a sob.

“Okay, c’mere bubba,” you cooed as you picked him up. You gave him the teddy bear JJ gave you to calm him down. It worked, as his tears stilled and he was now occupied with the fluffy toy.

JJ was still just standing behind you, not sure of what to do. He looked like a he had just seen a ghost.

“Look out for parents,” you muttered to him, giving him a job. JJ nodded and looked out to the crowd, and quickly spotted a young couple, scrambling around with terrified looks on their faces. JJ tapped your shoulder, and pointed them out to you.

“Is that your mommy and daddy?” You asked Ryder, his eyes following where JJ was pointing. Ryders face lit up when he saw them. He started nodding excitedly.

“Yeah?” You egged, happy that he wasn’t crying anymore.

“Mhmm!” Ryder hummed. He grabbed onto your shirt with excitement.

You and JJ hurriedly maneuvered through the crowd, trying to reach Ryders parents. You guys eventually did, and they were more than grateful. They gave you and JJ many thanks and you parted your ways.

“You’re gonna get real good at that, y’know,” JJ said, smiling down at you.

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“The whole... taking care of kids thing.” He looked down at his shoes, suddenly getting shy at his own words.

“You mean like, a mom,” you challenged, a bright smile on your face. JJ regained some of his confidence when he saw how you were taking it. You weren’t freaked out at the idea, you were elated. You wanted a future with him, where you could have his kids, and raise a big and happy family.

“Yeah,” he started, swinging his arm over your shoulder.

“Like a mom.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, enveloping you in everything that was good in the world. You loved JJ, and he made you feel safe and secure. You wanted the longevity and safety with him, and you were excited for your future with him.

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He was furious at himself now. You loved him so much, and JJ took you for granted. He would never forgive himself for what he put you through.

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The teens of the Outer Banks all knew one thing for sure, and that was that summer was coming to a close. Everyone wanted to get one last party in before you all went back to your normal and boring routine of wakeup, school, go to sleep, so, that exactly what you all did. Everyone was there, Kooks, Pogues, Tourons, and even a couple mainlanders. It was the biggest party of the summer.

You and Kie were in the middle of the crowd, dancing, drinking, and having a good time. You knew when the summer ended Kie would have to go back to the Kook Academy, and you would have to go away to college, so you wanted to get every last moment that you could with her.

After a while of partying and many, many refills, Kie started to greatly feel the effects of what she was putting in her body. She grabbed onto your forearm to steady herself.

“Woah! Kie! You okay?” You yelled, trying to get her to hear you over the music. When she shook her head no, you started to shove past the mass of people to get her out of the crowd. You flung her arm over your shoulder and held onto it to keep her up and balanced.

“Hey, I’m gonna take her back to the Chateau, she’s not feeling too well,” you said to John B, who was standing guard at the keg.

“Alright, drive safe,” he replied, pity in his voice for Kie.

“Hey, have you seen JJ?” You asked him, realizing you hadn’t seen your boyfriend around.

“Um, no, not for a while.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, thinking about his answer.

“Alright, well I’ll see you later.” You said your goodbyes once more and made your way to your car, an almost-passed-out Kiara hanging off your shoulder.

When you pulled up to the Chateau, you parked the car and went to the passenger side. You helped Kiara get out of her seat, but she could handle herself a little better now, not needing much help walking anymore.

When you approached the front door, you could faintly hear the bed creaking, and moaning. It couldn’t have been John B, you had just seen him, and Pope wasn’t really the type to bring a girl home.

“What the fuck,” you muttered to yourself, roughly opening the old door. You sprinted to the spare bedroom and yanked the door open, the sight of JJ on top of another girl, a girl that had beautiful blonde hair and a small waist, coming into view.

“Y/N,” JJ began when he saw you. Before he could say anything else, you turned and ran out of the house.

“It’s not what you think,” he yelled after you coming out of the house, only wearing a pair of shorts he could quickly throw on.

“Then what the fuck is it, JJ!” You turned and screamed at him with tears in your eyes. You started to walk back towards him, getting ready to unleash all your anger.

“Because I saw you,” you pointed at him, the tip of your finger coming into contact with his bare chest.

“In bed, fucking another girl.” You pushed him away with your finger. You were seething with anger, your face and ears red, tears free falling down your cheeks.

“We’re done, JJ, we’re done,” you shot as you turned to walk away.

“Babe, please, we can talk about this!” He grabbed your wrist just before you were out of reach.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You yanked your hand away and left him. Left him to clean up the mess he made.

You got in your car and drove away. You could barely see through the tears in your eyes, but you wanted to put as much distance between you and him as possible. You would never forgive him for this. All of those ‘I love you’s, and ‘You’re everything to me’s meant nothing now, and you weren’t going to fall for them again. You were done with JJ Maybank.

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JJ rounded the corner to your street, your house coming into view. He didn’t really think through what he was doing, or what he was going to say, he just wanted to see you one last time.

You were putting the last of the boxes into the trunk of your car, getting ready to hit the road and start a new life out of the Outer Banks. You would miss it, though, the beach life. You would miss the sand and the sun, the drinks and the food, and everything in between. You did miss JJ, on some days. You would miss the way his arms curled around your waist, or the random kisses he would place on your neck, but you couldn’t go back to him. He cheated on you, and you weren’t going to forgive him so easily. You’d cut him off that night, never wanting to let him back into your life. If you were going to ever talk to him again, he would be the one to come crawling to you.

You heard the roar of JJ’s bike sounding from the end of the roads, and before you knew it, he was parked on the other side of the street, and getting off his bike to come and talk to you. You hurried your actions, packing up faster so you could leave as soon as possible.

“Hey, Y/N,” he mumbled, afraid to meet your gaze.

“What do you want, JJ,” you asked frankly, not wanting to play any games. You leaned against your car, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I wanted to apologize.” He kicked a pebble, and took in a sharp breath.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” His voice faltered. You could see the tears in his eyes, but they didn’t faze you. You felt nothing for the boy in front of you.

“Are you sorry you did it, or are you sorry you got caught?” You quizzed. The question made JJ look up at you, but he didn’t have a response.

“Why did you do it?” He looked back to the ground, debating if he should tell you the truth, or just say he was drunk and couldn’t think straight.

“I don’t know, but I do know that I fucked up, and I’m sorry.” His voice broke, and he sounded desperate. He didn’t wipe the tears from his face, he didn’t care if you saw him like this.

“Whatever, JJ,” you sighed, not wanting to entertain this conversation anymore. You walked towards your house.

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave?” JJ called across the yard. You felt all the anger from that night bubble inside you again.

“You cheated on me, JJ! What else do you want me to say!” You marched back to him. He had a lost look in his eyes, he wasn’t expecting you to yell like that.

“I loved you! I wanted a future with you! Then you turned around and slept with another girl!” You pointed your finger at his chest again, just like you had before.

“And I will never, ever, forgive you, JJ Maybank.” Your words were venomous, making JJ’s knees falter, and his breath quicken.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time,” you began, the same malicious tone coating your voice.

“Why did you do it?”

He knew he had to tell the truth now, he wouldn’t ever get the chance again. He looked you hard in the eyes, getting ready to let it all out.

“I was scared,” he started, his words quiet.

“You loved me too much, and I got scared.” JJ’s voice was cracking, more tears spilling out.

“No one’s ever loved me like that,” he whispered. You could feel your own tears building up at his words. You didn’t know what to say, or how to feel. All the frustration and anger and sadness he caused you, was because you loved him too much?

“Please, say something,” he pleaded, his eyes searching your face for a reaction.

“You hurt me JJ, and no matter the reason, I can’t take you back,” you began.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you moved away from him. You briskly walked around your car to the drivers seat, wanting to escape as soon as possible. You started the car and drove away, watching JJ get smaller and smaller in your rear view window. You were leaving, and starting a new life. You weren’t going to bring baggage from the past into the future. It hurt, though. You did love JJ, but he broke your heart, and you weren’t going to take someone back who had broken your trust.

JJ didn’t go after you. He knew he had lost you for good. He fucked up the one thing he loved with his whole heart, all because he was scared. He wouldn’t forgive himself either. Watching you disappear around the corner of the street shattered what was left of his heart. You were gone for good, and there was nothing he could do.

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A Call of a Siren - Chapter 2

A/N: As you guys have noticed, I tweaked a few things to fit Delia into the story but please let me know if I missed or messed up something on the storyline. Again, looking for a beta reader if anyone is interested. Chapter three should be up soon along with everyone's favorite angry boy. I don't own My Hero Academia. I only own my own characters and the story I create within Horikoshi's masterpiece of a world I'd love to live in.

Chapter One

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“I expect you to all to still work hard on exams even though the end of the school year is in sight!” Her teacher was lecturing them on the importance of tests or something but Cordelia had other things on her mind. 

Nine months ago, she saw the world's greatest hero and a scrawny boy her age on the beach. A day she wouldn’t forget as it was a major part of why she was trying her damndest to get into UA in a month.

She went to the beach mostly everyday on a run and also practiced in her room after her family went out or was asleep. She also tried to incorporate some strength training exercises she got off the internet as she was sure you needed more than cardio to make it in. 

One thing she found herself doing, albeit shamefully, was sort of spying on All Might and Izuku Midoriya train on the beach and park. She didn’t necessarily go out of her way but it was on her training grounds too. No matter how she reasoned it, she still kept her distance and would hide at first sign of being found. It also didn’t help that she felt she had stumbled on a major invasion of privacy as she witnessed the strong and well, mighty, All Might transform to a tall but skinny weaker man. The first time she saw it she thought her eyeballs were for sure going to pop out her skull and fall to the floor with her jaw. She would never tell out of respect for the hero but still...every time he did it was like a mini heart attack especially when he would cough up blood afterwards. Like Jesus man please go see a doctor!

“Miss Bell I hope that dazed look on your face means you are thinking of your study schedule this weekend?” 

Her head turned from the window and faced the teacher, “ Oh, yes of course!” 

“Hmm..so anyways class -” Cordelia went right back to gazing out the window. 

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“ FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO YOUR STUPID STRETCHES BRAT!” Angry boy yelled at her for the 400th time.

Delia rolled her eyes again but continued her stretches where she was. She was here first anyway. Not that it mattered as she always stretched here because after Angry boy decided it was his workout spot she decided it was hers too. 

“Oi, don’t ignore me! Move your fat ass out of here!” 

“No thanks I’m good. And who are you calling fat ass, big tits?” She laughed as he bristled immediately at her response. He reminded her of a cat, all puffy and angry,  when he got like that which only made her giggle more. She wished to know his name but last time she asked he flipped her off. 

Looking at her watch, she realized she was going to be late for dinner. “Oh crap. Gotta go! Bye Big tits!” 

His water bottle flew right past her head as she ran off while he screamed expletives at her. “Hey!” She scolded. She slowed down enough to pick it up and chucked it with maximum force back at him, “don’t fucking litter!” 

She ran a little quicker when she heard the little pops of his quirk which is when she realized a few months ago that he was getting more pissed. “Goddamn brat!”

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“Cordelia, you are late! Go wash up.” Her mother scolded her from the kitchen as she walked in the house. 

“Lost track of time! Sorry I’ll be quick!” She hopped up the stairs and nearly ran into her father, wearing his uniform, on the way. “Oops sorry Daddy!”

 Yes, she still called her father ‘Daddy.’

 Her ‘Daddy’ was a 6’4 man with piercing blue eyes that could intimidate anybody which probably helped with his job. Her mother always liked to point out that of course all her children had to inherit his blue eyes and not her brown ones.  

“Hey,” His hand shot out to gently grab her wrist before she could keep going, “What is all this training you doing for?” 

“Nothing in particular. Can’t I have a hobby?” She lied through her teeth before continuing on upstairs. 

“Cordelia…” 

“Dad. Teenage girl who wants to be fit - not rocket science!” 

Hopping in the hot shower, Delia relaxed finally. She was soooo lying to her family but felt it necessary as they stood on opposite ground concerning her dream of becoming a hero. 

She had a dream. She wasn’t going to give up without a fight just because she was alone in it. Deep down she was hoping if she became a good enough hero she could change their minds about the matter. 

She even took many preemptive precautions such as designating herself as the mail person of the house. She got it every day without fail and they would get used to just depending on her to get it. She managed to get a third cordless phone for the house she’d hide in her room to check the number in case of any specific calls coming through. She even created a fake parent email and perfected their signatures if needed. She was good at lying but it never felt easier on her to lie regardless of her reasons. 

“CORDELIA!” 

With a sigh, she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. At least I dry off quickly, she thought amused as she wicked the water off her body and out of her hair. 

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It was exam day. 

Delia’s nerves were all over the place as she sat in the auditorium filled with the other hopefuls. They grouped them by class it seemed though she didn’t recognize those sitting near her. Her fault, she was sure, as she didn’t reach out to others during this past year as she just assumed or more like hoped she’d be transferring after the year was up. 

She wondered where Midoriya was as he was the reason she got her butt here in the first place. 

The Pro, Present Mic, continued to shout out to the crowd of potential students but Delia figured everyone was too wound up to join in or even focus enough. He was in the process of explaining their physical test when a loud voice rang out. A boy with cut blue hair and glasses stood suddenly and practically demanded answers of a possible inconsistency regarding the robots before the Pro could probably get to it (impatient much?) and then turned behind him to yell at the very boy she was wondering about for muttering too loudly. 

She wanted to laugh but her nerves were already fraying. As they were announcing the order of tests and people were slowly being shuffled out of the auditorium, Delia took a long breath before marching outside with the others. 

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This was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. 

She went on auto pilot as soon as the doors opened. Everyone rushed forward only to be immediately greeted by a bunch of green robots with glowing red eyes. Without thinking, she looked for the nearest water source...yes, a fire hydrant!...and reached her hand outwards to pull the water. A burst of water came rushing out that she quickly sharpened into her normal water whip and sliced out at the first two robots she saw ahead of her, breaking their heads off. 

“Wow that was amazing!” A girl with short brown hair to her left shouted at her before running further down the street. Delia blinked. Holy shit, that was amazing! For a moment, Delia felt she could really do this...until about 10 minutes later.

The robots didn’t give her a minute to think anymore, which considering her extreme anxiety over today was probably a good thing, and she used her whip to maim any robot who came within range. As soon as she was finally racking up a few points, a giant shadow loomed over the street. 

It was the zero points robot. 

Holy shitballs it was huge, Delia thought, shielding her face, as it stomped its way over causing surrounding small buildings and the street itself to explode with force everywhere. 

She was about to run but she heard someone cry out. It was the really nice girl from earlier who was caught under the debris from the zero pointer. 

Everyone was running. 

Then she ran. 

Towards the girl. 

There was water running from a broken pipe so she willed it near her as she skidded to the girl and put her hand up and the water formed a water dome around her the girl as they braced themselves for the next step from the robot but it never came. 

“SMASH!” Midoriya yelled from above them. Through the water she saw him go flying at the face of the robot and hit it so hard the zero pointer was thrown back with a broken face. 

“Oh my god” she whispered. The water fell on them in a whoosh and she snapped back to the girl and pushed the rock up far enough to wiggle her leg out. Looking up, she saw Midoriya start to fall and her heart continued to race as she tried to figure out how to catch him but the girl who was stuck ran, now with a limp, touch a rock and float upwards towards him. She meets him halfway then taps him midair and slowly brings them back to earth. Then promptly throws up off the side of the rock. 

The buzzer goes off. 

Times up. 

Delia felt her shoulder drop in disappointment. She only had 20 points from the smaller robots and barely. That was it. She was stuck at a regular school and wouldn’t be a pro hero. 

The finality of things started to weigh on her and followed her as she shuffled her way home, trying not to cry.

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The wait was killing her. 

It’s been days and she’s checked the mail repeatedly. Damn near scared the mailman a few times when she ran up to him a few houses before hers.

By the time it came, she had all but figured she failed so badly that they weren’t gonna waste time with a letter. Yeah, she was being dramatic but still. 

Finally, a small package addressed to her arrived. Delia had to wait until her parents went out to the store with Henry before she could run to her room and play it. After triple checking they left, she set it up on her small desk and internally started to scream. 

“Young Bell, it is me All Might! I am here! To give you your results on your exam to UA!” 

There goes her ability to breathe. 

She started to bite her lip nervously. 

“It says here that you scored 24 points on your practical and did well enough in your written test. BUT” 

She was now on the verge of gnawing her lip off.

“While your scores were alright enough, what really wowed us was your last few minutes of the practical!”

He started a small screen next to him of the girl who was stuck under a rock talking to someone behind the camera. 

“Is it possible to share my points?!” The girl exclaimed to someone behind the camera. 

Delia’s hand went to her chest as the girl, who didn’t know her nor should’ve bothered to do this, wanted to make sure her and Midoryia earned enough points and if not, to give them some of hers. Her lip had to have been bruised by now.

“Did you really think a Hero academy judged solely on the ability to hit a robot? We look at everything! And you, Young Bell, embody just the right person we strive to teach! You went ahead without thinking or caring about anything but the girl and acted- acted heroically! We awarded you 30 more points bringing your total to a whopping 54! So, Young Bell, I want to congratulate you on your acceptance to UA! Welcome, future hero!” 

Delia’s lip was bleeding now but she didn’t care. Tears were rushing down her face before she could stop them.

She thought it was done.

But really- it was just beginning. 

She sent a silent thank you to the boy on the beach and the hero they both looked up to

[eerythingisshaka]

PTA

[Trevante Rhodes x Reader]

Word Count: 1.5k

Inspired by a true story on Twitter

You gather up the stray napkins cups and plates littered on the classroom desks left behind from today’s Valentines Day party.  The kids got about a week’s worth of sugar in their system today with all of the cupcakes, cookies and candies supplied as a treat, so let the parents deal with that.  You load up the big black trash bag and tie it off before heading for the whiteboard to wipe off the leftover markings from the lesson you taught earlier today.  Since it was Valentines, it seemed like a nice idea to discuss a couple of Greek and Roman gods and goddesses, teaching their names and meanings as well as providing activities where the students built their own gods and demonstrated their invented meanings.  All went well until the great pencil stealing debate came to fruition.  

Finishing up the whiteboard cleaning, you hear your student’s voice behind you.

“Good Afternoon, miss.”  

You see seven year old Nemour standing there with his hands in his pockets.  

You look at him positively.  “I’m glad you made it back.  Is your father with you?”

Just as you ask, in walks a man suavely rubbing the top of his child’s head.  

“This your class, little man?”  His voice makes an odd tickling in the back corner of your scalp.  A man has entered the chat.  He looks up at you absentmindedly for less than a second before minutely forming into a warm expression.

“You must be Mr. Rhodes, right?”  You put on your best customer service voice before putting out your hand to shake. 

He leads his son by the shoulder gently with one hand and reaches for yours to shake with the other.  

“Last I knew.  Nice to finally meet you.  My son has so many nice things to say about you and what he learns when he comes home.”

You sputter, a little speechless from the compliment.  His grip still cradles your hand in his: palm hot but not sweaty and soft despite the obvious work he does to achieve that body.  His biceps can’t hide anywhere from his heather grey tshirt, in a permanent flex. 

“I am really happy to have your son in my class actually.  He is beyond bright and helpful even, but let’s sit down before discussing this further.”

“After you.”  He offers as you finally pull your hand from his, walking over with a subtle switch to your desk with two chairs sat beside it.  Everyone takes a seat before you begin again.

“So I do want to start off by thanking you for coming in, on Valentines at that.  I don’t take for granted that this is out of the way so I appreciate you sharing the time.”

He shrugs.  “I don’t have no plans.  I wish I was here though, looks like you all shut it down.”

The room was heavily decorated with hearts and streamers of pink and red colors, and little Cupids adorned each child’s desk.

You smile nervously.  “It’s a fun holiday to celebrate so I manage what I can to show that.”

Nemour adds, “We learned about Eros and Arrodit today!”

Mr. Rhodes looks at his son with wide eyed wonder.  “Oh yeah?  Who’s that?”

Nemour shifts in his seat excitedly.  “Um um Eros and Apostrophe are love gods!  They like love and give it to people!”

“You mean Aphrodite, but awesome Nemour, that’s right!”  You encourage your student.

Trevante smiles brightly at his child offering a high five.   “That’s what I like to hear, my boy learning.”

You admire the father son bond in front of you so much, you can tell you’re absolutely melting into your chair.  You could watch them all day but there is still business to take care of.

“But I do want to address what occurred in class today just so that it doesn’t become a habit or bigger than it already is.  Nemour had been accused of taking someone’s pencil today.”

Mr. Rhodes stares at you in a way that makes you clear your throat to fill the silence.  He doesn’t look upset, if anything he looks amused by this topic, eyes smiling with a little tuck of his lips.

“And…”  He goes on.

“…and it was a pencil we reward students with perfect attendance.  It’s pretty specific and the student requested it back but by the time the party started and the day was done the pencil isn’t accounted for.”

Trevante wiggles his legs back and forth with an arm over the back of his son’s chair.  “Haven’t y’all got a box of these perfect attendance pencils to replace the lost one?”

You dance around the answer.  “The point is that it was taken in the first place.  We keep pencils in a cup at the front of the class-”

“Mixed in with everybody else’s?”

“Yes and-”

“So people can just take any pencil…”  He draws out the statement as a question.

You didn’t expect an argument.  “W-well that is the point.  So a student can’t say they forgot their pencil or don’t have one, they can get one from the cup.  We set them together to sharpen them towards the end of the day.”

“And you think keeping a nice pencil along with the basic ones is the best thing around some bright eyed seven years old?”  He asks, stroking his chin for emphasis. “Sounds like some Reagan level trapping.  Son, do you know who Reagan is?”

“No.”  He says.

“Well, back in the 80s-”

You start to feel hot under the collar by his defiance and possible straying into the crack epidemic.  “Nemour, do you mind going to sharpen the cup of pencils while we finish up talking?”  

“Cool!”  Nemour cheers as he walks across to the cup and takes one pencil to begin sharpening.  

“Mr. Rhodes-”

He holds up his palm, bringing it to his heart.  “Please, call me Trevante.”

“Trevante.  I wanted to make sure you understood that my point is Nemour took something that wasn’t his.”

The pencil sharpener drowns out your voice a little, making Trevante lean closer to you.  

“It is just a pencil.”

You raise your voice a little more.  “But it was a special pencil.  He could’ve taken any other pencil but he took the one that is particular to one student.”

Trevante, smiles again.  You don’t understand why but it makes you calm down for a second.

“How long have you been teaching?”

“About two years now.”  You say.

Trevante chuckles, clapping his hands together.  “That explains it!”

“I’m sorry?”  You ask in confusion.

“Being so rule-minded. You this hung up over my son taking a public pencil!  The kid should’ve kept the pencil with them!”

“Rules ensure the world isn’t a crap crowd, first of all. Second, he isn’t getting into trouble over it!  I just want to reiterate that it’s not right to take what’s not yours.”

Trevante shakes his head in disbelief but isn’t tired of the conversation.  “We gettin a little loud Teach, so let’s use inside voices. These kids should learn responsibility for their belongings instead of catering to every possible need, ma’am.  It could take some stress off them shoulders for you.”

You subconsciously adjust the neck of your sweater, flustered over not getting your point across.  “Don’t police my volume, Mr. Rhodes, its the damn sharpener. Well then let me apologize for taking your time.”

“My bad. Like I said, I had no plans and this was the best time waster I have had in a while.  That is a nice sweater by the way.”

You freeze up at the compliment, rewinding that his eyes followed your movement from earlier.  “Thank you.  But next time I’ll just email you, how’s that.”

Trevante smiles genuinely.  “Oh but real life is much more fun, ain’t it? I see what you did there though.  Won’t be a next time, Teach.  I promise.  Right Nemour!”

Nemour stops sharpening.  “Huh Daddy?”

“Don’t take any pencils that ain’t Ticonderoga or #2, K?”

“Yes, sir.”  He says meekly before continuing his sharpening duty.”

Your phone goes off with a text.  “Oh, um.  Well I’ll call this a done meeting right?  Do you have any questions?”

Trevante stares up at the ceiling thoughtfully.  “You got plans this evening? A happy hour perhaps to de-stress?”

You clutch your phone.  “Kind of.  I have a date actually.”

“Ohh, so thats why you aint got a ring...and you wearing that sweater?”

“What is wrong with this sweater??  I thought you liked it!”

He shrugs, looking you over like a runway model coach.  “It’s good for the cute teacher look, but I don’t know about a hot date.”

“Well if I didn’t have this meeting I would have time to change.”

He wags a finger at you.  “Uh uh, don’t blame me.  This coulda been an email, remember?”

You start to stand.  “Yeah, yeah.  Nemour, that’s good enough, thanks!” 

Nemour blows the shavings off his last pencil, returning it to it’s cup and running up to his dad.

“I’ll see you Monday miss!”

“Sure will!  And Mr. Rhodes?”

“Trevante…”

“Trevante…I hope you have a good Valentine’s Day.”

Trevante holds his hand out again for a shake.  “You do the same.”  

Your hand lands in his, giving him a firm squeeze, recording the amount of pressure given back from his.

“And if there is a next time, feel free to call me.  Usually if people don’t get it the first time, I can convince them the second turn of it.  You want me to take this trash out for you?”

“Oh I couldn’t ask you to do that for me.”  You say humbly.

He swings the bag over his broad shoulder, giving you that 100 watt grin one more time.  “Good thing you didn’t ask.  See you later.”

You sit back at your desk, breathing deeply to calm yourself.  As much as parent conferences tested your nerves, his tested yours in a way you wanted to get right the next time.

Part 2

[chloekwon-moved]

EXPECTATIONS !

SUMMARY :: In which Chloe’s father doesn’t live up to her expectations. CHARACTERS :: Chloe Kwon, Kim Minho, Kwon Hyungsik, Kim Jimin, Kwon Hyeri, Min Yerim WORDS :: 2.5K WARNINGS :: bad parents, crying, mentions of money problems ( if i missed anything let me know ! )

2017 !

Chloe took a deep breath as she stepped off of the subway, keeping her head down in hopes that nobody around her would notice the girl making her way around the city. To say she was nervous would be an understatement. Today was the day, the day she had been waiting for since before she even became a trainee, the day she had been hoping for since she decided to come halfway around the world to become a singer. She was finally meeting her dad. Well, officially, she had, of course met him before she could remember, but in all of her earliest memories, the unknown man was nowhere to be seen.

When her Yerim told her that someone claiming to be her father wanted to get in contact with her, she had been skeptical, but the more information the man had given her made it clear that he was actually the man she was looking for. 

Her mother had alway told her that her father went back to Korea when she was little, having to take care of some big company overseas, not having much time to come back and visit. As a child, Chloe had believed her mother’s words wholeheartedly, reciting them back to the mean kids on the playground that would make fun of her for her lack of a father figure. She believed her, she had nothing else to go off of and her child-like brain could only think of that unknown man like some sort of king. She made her way to Korea in hopes of becoming a big start her king-like father could be proud of, making him want to meet her and be in her life for the rest of it. Though Chloe, now seventeen years old, realized that this Kwon Hyungsik person is probably nowhere like the king she had imagined in her head all of this time.

Chloe shook the thoughts out of her head, pushing through the crowds lightly, careful to not turn too many heads, though she could barely contain herself with her fast-paced heart. She felt Minho’s presence behind her, not letting her go anywhere alone, especially to meet a stranger, but also giving her the space to feel like the meeting was something intimate. 

Minho was the whole reason she was even able to actually meet up with her father, Yerim being against it since the very beginning, though all it took was one set of puppy dog eyes from Chloe and a sweet smile from Minho to convince the older woman on the sole condition that Minho would be there the entire time. Chloe supposes that it makes sense, though she couldn’t help the small feeling of annoyance at knowing that Minho would be witnessing such a monumental moment for her. Still, she supposes that she should thank the older man for even allowing this to happen. She continued through the crowded streets, reminding herself to do that on their way home.

The small park they agreed to meet at came closer, or at least Chloe expected it to be close with all of the playful screams of children getting louder and louder the more she walked about. It wasn’t too far from the entrance, people milling in and out, kids running all around and Chloe could feel her heart rate pick up at the thought of going into the park, the thought of looking through all of those people to find her dad.

Her mind was heavy with thoughts, Chloe not even realizing she missed the entrance until she felt a body come up behind her.

“Chloe,” Minho’s deep voice filled her ears, pulling her out of her thoughts as he came up beside her, his hand resting casually in his pockets as he looked forward, sunglasses covering his eyes. “Is there a reason you walked straight past the entrance to the park?”

“Nope,” she replied, far too quickly, continuing forward. “I just missed it.”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, nodding his head and Chloe could tell he didn’t buy it. “You know, it’s okay to be nervous, right?”

“I’m not nervous,”

“Of course you aren’t,” he said, not once looking at her and Chloe was grateful for that. “But, if you were, it’s probably very normal to be nervous in this situation.”

Chloe just nodded, continuing to walk around the park, circling it to find the next entrance, hoping she will have psyched herself up enough to walk through the gate. They walked in silence for some moments, Minho knowing that Chloe didn’t want to talk, or at least didn’t want to be pushed to talk about what was going through her head.

Suddenly, Chloe let out a loud sigh. “I just built up this whole idea of him in my head,” she looks over to Minho, who is still staring forward. “What if he doesn’t live up to it?”

The older man just shrugged, finally shooting the younger a look. “He probably won’t,” he said finally, looking back forward. “You can’t expect people to live up to the perfect version you have in your head, that’s just normal.”

“Wow, way to make me feel better,” Chloe muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as she kicked some of the small rocks littering the sidewalk.

“I’m serious!” he replied, holding his hands up in fake surrender. “Do you still want to meet him, even if he isn’t perfect?”

“Yes,” her voice was small and she refused to look at the older man.

“Then why the hell does it matter if he doesn’t live up to this god-like figure you have in your head.”

Chloe thought about it. She had spent her entire life wanting to meet her dad, so what if he wasn’t this rich CEO her mom had put in her head. She just longed for that other parental figure that she missed growing up. Her mom had done a great job raising her, she loved her a lot and put all of her effort into giving Chloe the best life she could, but she could help the part of her that wanted to know her dad was and have him in her life for the first time that she could remember.

She let out a final sigh, nodding her head at the older man next to her, wasting no time to turn around and walk through the gates to the crowded park. Chloe looked around, trying to spot someone who looked out of place in the large sea of people. Her eyes scanned over the people one by one, looking at each person’s face, hoping to see some sort of resemblance between the man she was looking for and her.

“Chloe?” a voice questioned from behind her, stopping her in her tracks as she whipped her head around to look at the source of the new voice. 

The man in front of her looked nothing like what she had pictured. Chloe knew she looked like her mother, it was something that everyone who knew her mom from when they were kids commented on each time they would see her, but she at least thought that she would get some of her genes from her father. His wide, friendly-looking face started back at her with his eyes creasing in a warm smile, wrinkles adorning his face much more than she would expect. He was dressed normally, definitely not in the expensive clothes Chloe had pictured ever since she was younger, but it didn’t bother Chloe one bit.

“Dad?” she questioned and she could hear her voice cracking as happy tears welled up in her eyes. 

The man in question smiled, nodding lightly before taking the final steps toward Chloe, wrapping her in a tight hug. The hug felt warm and safe and Chloe was surprised with how she didn’t feel awkward in the slightest and the contact with the unknown man.

When they finally pulled away, her father gave her a once over. “You’ve gotten so big, I could hardly believe it was you when I saw you on TV.”

“You watched me on TV?” Chloe felt her heart soar at the idea of her father seeing her performing and being proud of her for doing so. 

“Yes,” he smiled. “I was walking past a shop when you were an MC on one of those music shows and I instantly knew it was you, you look so much like your mother.”

“I get that a lot,” she replied, looking down at her feet, a small laugh leaving her lips. The mention of her mother made her shy, and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was unsure of the way things ended between them, something her mother never talked about.

She opened her mouth to reply, words hanging on her lips as she stared back at the man she wished she knew far before this, when a high-pitched squeal knocked her out of her thoughts.

“Daddy!” the voice said and Chloe probably would have thought nothing of it if her father’s head didn’t whip around at the sound. 

His eyes landed on a young girl, no more than three or four, who was jumping excitedly from her spot perched on top of the large slide, her hands waving back and forth to grab her father’s attention. Chloe didn’t miss the way that her father’s face softened looking at the child, his hands coming up to wave back at her almost instantly. 

The small movement felt like a punch in the gut, knocking the wind out of her, her mind filling with so many thoughts she could barely pay attention to the older man turning back to her. His smile slowly dropped when he noticed the look on Chloe’s face as she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the girl who was living the life she craved when she was little.

“So,” she started, finally looking back to her father, hoping she steeled her voice enough for her emotion to be hidden. “You have a daughter.”

“Yeah,” her father replied, and Chloe hated the awkward tension that filled the air around them. He looked back at the young girl, pointing her out to Chloe. “That’s Hyeri, she’s three, and the lady standing by the bottom of the slide is my wife, Jimin.”

The addition of the word ‘wife’ felt like another punch in the gut and Chloe had to stop herself from letting the tears fall down her face. She stupid, of course her father would have a whole new life and family, it’s been seventeen years, after all. Though, she couldn’t help the sting in her heart when she looked at the happy family right in front of her, living the life that she could only dream of as a child. 

She was too busy staring off at the happy little family that she missed the beginning of her father’s words, catching a small ‘times have been tough,’ at the end of it.

Chloe felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head, her eyes instantly snapping to meet her father’s, where he at least had the decency to look a little bit sheepish, a hand resting on the back of his neck.

“Did you only want to meet me because you wanted money?” the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, tears threatening to spill as she looked at the man before her.

“What, Chloe, no, I,” the man stumbled over his words, and Chloe knew he was looking for something to say that would make him sound better. “I’ve always wanted to see you, Chloe,” he finished lamely, looking down at his feet.

Chloe shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. “You never came to visit, you didn’t even call.” her words were biting as she stared at the older man who refused to look in her eyes.

“I-”

“Save it,” Chloe dismissed, looking away from the figure in front of her. “Don’t contact me again, I was better with never knowing you.”

She turned, walking away without another word and it took everything in her to not run into Minho’s arms and break down, but she couldn’t, not until she was out of her father’s sight. Minho didn’t say anything when Chloe walked towards him and she was grateful he could understand that her hard set jaw meant that she didn’t want to talk about it, he would push her about it later, but he knew better than to say anything here.

They walked out of the park, no words exchanged between them as Chloe tried to make it to the subway without breaking down. She only got a good street over before she could feel the tears start to fall. Minho, in his very observant glory, knew what was happening as soon as he heard the first sniffle, placing a hand on Chloe’s shoulder and pulling her off the sidewalk, over to a bench away from the crowd of people walking.

His arms snuck their way around her shoulders, giving her a tight squeeze. Minho’s hug is what sent her over the edge, tears falling and ugly sobs wrecking through her body. Minho never hugged her, they were close and they got along like real siblings, but hugging was something the two barely did. The last time he hugged her was when she couldn’t stop crying once she had to say goodbye to her mother after KCON in New York. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, knowing the answer before Chloe even shook her head. He just nodded back at her, knowing Chole would tell him what happened when she was ready.

They sat like that for a good while, nobody even sparing the crying girl a glance as they hustled by on their daily activities. Minho’s arm was perfectly around her rubbing soothing circles as her sobs weaned down into just little sniffles.

“I want to go home,” Chloe said after a long while, her voice still watery from all the crying.

“Okay,”

“No, I want to go home-home,” she told him, her eyes wide, hoping he would understand that she wanted nothing more than to see her mother and let her console her.

Minho nodded, his lips in a tight line as he thought. “Okay,” he replied finally. “Let’s get you back to the apartment and we can figure out what to do from there.”

Chloe nodded, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears off of her face, trying to make herself look at least a bit more presentable, as she followed Minho through the busy streets, hoping to push away any thoughts of her father, knowing the tears would start again if she thought of him.

[scullysexual]

What was originally just going to be a simple epilogue turned into a full blow sequel. Halfway through this a multi-chapter format began and I can’t see this being posted just one big final chapter so now it’s just a sequel which might or might not be a good thing but I guess we’ll see.

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I hope you enjoy this as much as you did Jewel.

Sunlight streams through the gap in the blinds. A small bedsit positioned perfectly that the first rays of light are bright enough to wake him up.

Mulder should be grateful for it, really. The first to wake means he’s the first to find a good spot on the pier, leaving the night owls to fight for the remaining places.

It’s been almost three months and this humble life has already proved to be much of a trial. He had underestimated it his whole life. Sympathy for those who lived this kind life he’d always had but the empathy had been lacking. Only now can he truly understand just how hard they had to work.

Beside him, Scully stirs, muttering something that sounds a lot like What’s the time? eyes struggling to open.

Mulder smiles, a hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair out of her face as she twists and turns to face him.

“It’s early,” he mumbles into the quiet room. “Go back to sleep.”

He watches as she settles, eyes falling shut once more.

The months passed since the disaster hadn’t been easy on either of them. When they had finally arrived at New York, the world had held its breath- maybe not directly for them but Mulder and Scully had felt it all the same, parting the ship, the miraculous survivors of a ship that couldn’t sink.

His dreams were still plagued with that night; icy water and chilling screams. When he slept, he had no escape- he was back there, clinging onto that rail, watching people drop to their deaths all around him. Sometimes he even saw Scully fall and those dreams had frightened him the most.

He never fell, though. Even when he was in the water, he could never die. Only those around him could die.

Scully fared no better. Sometimes she would just stop, get lost somewhere in the memory of that night. They never spoke about it, it was an unspoken agreement they had made stepping onto the docks. Nobody was aware they had been on the ship at all. After all, Fox Mulder had died and Dana Scully had never stepped onto the ship. It was easier that way, or so they told themselves.

With time wasting away he climbs out of bed. Their mattress in the corner has him scrambling over Scully to actually get out. His efforts to not wake her fail and, as he’s fumbling with his clothes, her eyes open for the second time.

“The pier doesn’t open until later,” she croaks. “Why do you need to leave so early?”

“Got to get the best spot on the pier, Scully,” he says, rolling up his sleeves. His attire had changed in the months that had passed. Gone were the handmade tailored suits he’d wear to dinners, now it’s just a simple shirt and some trousers. Even his shoes had taken a turn for the worse.

“You need new shoes.”

There’s a hint of worry in her voice, they barely have enough to pay their rent and eat.

He ignores the way the leather rips away from the sole.

“They’ll be fine,” he says, reaching over to grab his sketchbook- the only expensive investment he’d made after he lost his original in the sinking. He tries not to focus on that. There’s only a few drawings in this book, mostly personal stuff for when business is low and his hand aches to draw something real aside from the cartoon portraits of people willing to waste their cents.

Now ready, he walks the short distance back to the bed.

“I’ll see you later, okay?”

Scully nods and Mulder presses a kiss to her forehead and then her lips before he grabs the keys and heads out.

The hallway is littered as always, even this early in the morning, people sit on the stairs trying as best they can to sleep. They don’t live here but the landlord does nothing to prevent them from entering, he’ll just go round with a cup and a silent request for money.

“Good morning, Leif.”

It still takes him some time for realise that he is Leif, not many people call him by that name and he’s Mulder to Scully regardless. No, only one person calls him Leif.

Mulder turns to see Susi standing in the doorway of her studio, scantily clad as always.

He smiles, intending on continuing with his journey before Susi’s speaking again.

“You know if you ever get bored, my door’s always open,” she tells him, with her cracked-teeth smile.

Mulder awkwardly nods and smiles, saying nothing. He tries to keep his conversations with Susi brief after their first night here and she had gotten a little too friendly with him in the communal area, much to Scully’s dismay. He had only tried to make friends.

He leaves Susi where she is, unlocking the front door and making his journey to the pier.

 Scully spends her days counting coppers. Better with numbers than Mulder, they agreed that she would handle their funds and that’s how it had been for the past four months.

Yet her heart drops when she’s finished adding and subtracting the money away to find that there isn’t enough to pay the rent and feed them.

In the early days, when they’d discussed what they would do about jobs, the price of Mulder’s drawings had been brought up a lot. He’d argued that the drawings were worthless and if he was selling them at a ridiculously high price nobody could come to him. She, in turn, had argued that maybe the price should be decided on the work put in and the work produced.

It doesn’t work like that, Scully, Mulder had told her afterwards. People pay for what they get, they don’t care about how much effort has been put into it.

Scully could only scoff. How would you know? she’d asked. Everything you wanted has been handed on a gold plate. All Little Fox would have to do is throw a temper tantrum and Mammy and Daddy would cough up.

Perhaps it had been a low-blow but his words had only made her angry. He knew nothing of this, of trying to find a good-enough job to pay the bills. Once upon a time, he’d have inherited some big company, his wealth sealed in that outcome and until then he’d been all nice and cushy.

After a while, after what Scully had said had fallen to the floor, Mulder said, Perhaps it’s best we get away from each other for a while. We’ve been cooped up too long in this room. With that he’d left, leaving Scully to figure it out.

Just like she has to do now.

She stares at the numbers, maybe hoping they would magically change to the right number but no, they don’t, they stay as they are.

She can owe, she thinks. She’ll have to.

He hands the stupid drawing to the woman as the man drops the money into the pot.

The third person. The third person in five hours.

Despite it being August, despite it being lunchtime, the sun high in the sky and pier packed, nobody was interested.

Mulder cracks his back, already sore and aching. Still six hours to go, still a chance to bring home some real money.

“Business not going well?”

Mulder internally groans at the sound of a familiar voice.

“What do you want, Fuller?”

He tiredly looks over to the weasel-faced man casually poking around his stall, his face lacking stress, his hands in his pockets, and a cocky demeanour reminding him all too well of Alex Krycek.

“Just looking around,” Fuller says. “Seeing how the competition is doing.” He picks up Mulder’s money jar and pulls a face. “Ooh, not well I see.”

“You not got your own stall to man, Fuller?”

Fuller laughs. “I’m on a break. See, unlike you, I can afford these little luxuries.”

Mulder had met Fuller very early on. They both fought for the same spot on the pier- the spot Fuller now occupies- and since then it had been a race to see who could get there first. Fuller always beat him, regardless.

“Why don’t you have your little break somewhere else then?”

He goes to push Fuller out of his stall but the little weasel man is quick, hopping out of the way just before Mulder can grab him.

“Careful, Brevik,” he says. “Otherwise you won’t be around much longer to pay that rent.” He gives a sideward glance to the jar again. “Not that you’ll be paying it this month anyway.”

Fuller saunters off then, back to his own stall.

Mulder sits back down on his stall, wipes the sweat off his forehead and looks wearily at the jar himself. He thinks it’s rent day today and just hopes there’s enough at home to cover it.

“It’s Mulder, isn’t it?”

Mulder pauses. His real name being uttered by somebody else…He chances a glance up at the person, not really sure what to think.

“Christ, they said you were dead.”

Mulder frowns at the man who stands before him. He looks familiar but Mulder can’t for the life of him replace him.

The man chuckles. “You don’t recognise me, do you?” he says and holds his hand out. “John Byers, we met on the Titanic.”

Realisation sinks in as Mulder remembers him. He smiles, jumping up from stool and shakes hands with Byers.

“I’m sorry,” Mulder says. “A lot’s happened recently.”

“Yeah,” Byers agrees. He looks at the sign next to the stall. “First class suits on the Titanic to selling cartoons on Coney Island. What happened?”

“A lot,” Mulder says. “A lot happened.”

 They’re meeting lands them in a bar just off the pier. It’s still early, Mulder guesses it’ll start to pack up later.

“Didn’t think you’d survived,” Mulder says.

Byers laughs. “Yeah, Suzanne wouldn’t get on a lifeboat without me. The officer just looked at me and shrugged. What about you? They say you’re dead but you’re here in front of me.”

Mulder chuckles slightly, picking the label off his beer bottle. “I didn’t marry Phoebe Green,” he says.

Byers nods. “Yeah, your father put that in the papers. Said his son had died a dignified death, sacrificing himself to save women and children.”

“Of course he did,” says Mulder, begrudgingly. He hadn’t touched the paper. The headlines were everywhere, the story plastered on every newspaper being sold. He had lived the tale, he didn’t need to read some exaggerated version of it.

“So, you didn’t marry Phoebe because you died, what was the other reason?”

He looks up to the ceiling, trying to figure out the way best to explain it.

“I met someone,” he says. “Someone from the third class.” He hears Byers breathe out heavily but ignores it. “And after a day I knew I didn’t want to marry Phoebe. I didn’t want to marry her at all, I didn’t want to get on the ship but there was nothing I could do about it.” He shrugs, smiling. “Then I met Scully and I didn’t want to be anywhere else after that. I decided I was getting off the ship with her and the only way to do that was to change my name and pretend I died.” Mulder sits back in his seat and looks towards Byers, holding out his hand again. “Leif Brevik, by the way.”

Byers laughs, shaking Mulder’s hand again. “That’s quite the conspiracy,” he says and Mulder shrugs again.

“Listen,” Byers tells him. “I have some friends who have been looking into the sinking.” Mulder’s ears piqued up at that. “We think it might have been an insurance scam.”

Mulder frowns. “What makes you say that?”

“There’s just some evidence that seem to point towards it being a possibility. We have a base not too far away from here, if you want to see.”

Mulder looks from his pitiful jar of money, to the window where he can see Fuller’s long line of people queuing for their portrait. With one final decision, he nods.

 The dreaded knock on the door finally comes. Scully jumps slightly, taking her head out of the medical journals Mulder sometimes brought back with him.

Her stomach squeezing with nerves, she grabs the bag of money and with a deep exhale, opens the door.

Mr Roth stands on the other side, his arms already full with other tenants’ rent.

“You’re rent, Mrs Brevik.”

Cautiously, Scully hands the bag to the landlord. He snatches it- ever one without manners. As he begins counting, Scully’s fingers begin to nervously fiddle with her necklace.

Mr Roth shakes his head, muttering. “Where’s the other $9?” he asks.

“That’s all we have,” says Scully.

Roth looks at her for a moment and Scully waits.

“I want $35 next month,” he says and with that limps off down the corridor.

Scully lets out a breath.

“Better be careful.”

Scully looks up to see her neighbour hanging out of her front door.

“Last tenant who couldn’t pay the second time was out on the streets.”

Scully smiles, saying nothing and retreats back into her house. Maybe it was a time she got a job also.

[marvelousmarvelimagines]

Mine

Pairing - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary - Since Dr. Banner started embracing his Hulk side, and Peter started his second year at MIT, other than your little sister, the lab has been pretty lonely. Fortunately, drunk facetime conversations with Peter keep it interesting.

This one shot had multiple sources of inspiration. This is my entry into @starksparker‘s writing challenge, and my prompt was, “I’m so tired.” Then I saw this post and thought it was cute as hell, so I went with part of that too. 

Word Count - 1,802

Warnings - Language, Underage drinking, Endgame Spoilers are mentioned, but not really dived into.

Quiet nights at the tower were rare, but not unheard of. 

The only constant workers were Dr. Banner and you. Of course he was in it less and less since he was now embracing the whole superhero thing more often. Peter also visited, but since he had started his sophomore year of college, he was also coming by less. Four hours wasn’t a . . . terrible distance, accessible by jet and suit which you had access to, but during the week . . . it wasn’t logical for him to come around. 

So while nice . . . the quiet was also lonely. 

You let out a sigh as you ran over the various designs on your screen again. After a whole four days of having to deal with Stark Industries board meetings and press that you wanted nothing to do with, getting to work on Peter’s suit was a relief. It was a surprise you had been working on for a few months now, and you couldn’t wait to show it to him on Christmas. He had wanted to skip the only class that hadn’t cancelled today and come up early, but you had told him no. You had fed him some line about spending time with his friends that he wouldn’t see over break. It was all to buy more time to work on his present. 

Now that you realized you were stumped, you wished that you had told him to come ahead. You still had one last hope though. “Maguna, can you come here?”

Your eight year old sister made her way over to you from where she had been messing with her tablet, a smile on her lips at being included. 

“This is Pete’s new suit. I think it’s missing something. What do you think?” You asked her, pulling the designs out from your screen into holograms and spreading all the different pieces around so she could see and manipulate them. 

You watched with fond eyes as she studied and played with all the parts in front of her. In times like this, it was so easy to see your dad in her, and it made a smile come to your face, knowing how proud he would be. “You remember how daddy’s planes sometimes go invisible?” 

With a nod and a big grin, you realized where she was going. “I do. Retroreflective Panels.” 

“Can you do something like that? If they can’t see Pete they can’t hurt him, right?” She asked, shrugging her shoulders. 

“That’s right, Morgan, and a brilliant idea.” You ruffled her hair with an affectionate smile. “It’s also a break through that should be rewarded with juice pops before bed. What do you say? I won’t tell Pep.” You promised, closing out all the files and turning off the screens. 

“Can you braid my hair after?” She asked with hopeful eyes that there was no way you could turn down. 

“Of course! What fun would juice pops be if I didn’t braid your hair after?” You said, as you led her out of the lab and to the apartment floors. 

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It surprised you how relaxing braiding your sister’s hair was for both of you. By the time you were almost finished, both of your eyelids were drooping, until a familiar ringtone started playing on your phone. “Is that Pete?” Morgan asked with a big, albeit sleepy, smile. 

You nodded, sitting straighter to wake yourself up more. “Do you want to say hi before bed?” 

Morgan nodded sitting up herself as you accepted Peter’s facetime request. 

God it was incredible what the sight of him did for you. Your shoulders relaxed, breath found its way into your lungs easier, and a content smile formed on your face. “Hey, P, someone here wanted to say goodnight.” You told him, pointing the phone down so he could see Morgan. 

“Oh my god, guys it’s Morgan! Morgan! I’m so happy to see you!” Peter almost yelled into the phone, looking a little too excited to see the girl he adored. 

Morgan picked up on it too, giving you a ‘what the fuck’ face that you were sure she had perfected from Pepper. Of course, one look at that lazy grin and bright eyes, and you knew what was going on with Peter. “Are you coming back tomorrow, Pete?” 

“What? Of course - of course I am! I can’t wait to see you.” Peter replied, his tone enthusiastic. 

“Can you take me swinging again?” Morgan asked, her body bouncing up and down in excitement. 

“Excuse me?” You interrupted, giving her a disappointed look followed by giving one to Peter on the screen. “You took her swinging?” 

Peter waved his free hand in the air before settling it in front of his lips, his movements exaggerated. “Shhh, Morgan, you weren’t supposed to tell her!” 

Morgan giggled at his response, and you shook your head. “Okay, Morgan’s going to bed now. Night sis,” You told her, kissing the top of her head and tucking her in. “Say goodnight to Peter.” 

“Goodnight Underoos!” She replied with another giggle, hiding her face under the blanket while you snorted. 

“Y/N! Did you tell her to call me that?” Peter asked, faking outrage. 

“Of course not,” You lied, biting your lip to hide your smile as you closed her door and headed back to your room. “Anyway, when I said you should go out and experience college life, getting drunk is not what I meant Parker.” You teased. 

His eyes widened in comic disbelief. “How did you know?” 

God he was so cute. His hair was disheveled, his eyes glazed, not to mention the red in his cheeks. “Because you’re about ten times more adorable than normal.” You replied, climbing onto your bed and curling up with the pillow he frequented. 

“I’m not adorable. You know who’s adorable?” Peter asked, pointing at the screen, his eyes serious. 

You raised your eyebrows at him. 

“You.” A smile formed on his face, so big and sincere it made your stomach flutter. “You’re so adorable and pretty and funny, and smart and I like . . . I wake up every morning and look at your picture and am like . . . woah. She’s my girlfriend. You know how perfect you are?” 

Unable to find the words at the moment, you shook your head, a fond smile on your face as you watched him. 

He grabbed a piece of pizza from some guy who was standing beside him, which after a, “Hey! Give that back, Penis Parker!”, you realized was Flash, and held it up to the camera. “For you, I’m going to drop a slice of the best pizza in Massachusetts.” Peter told you and then proceeded to indeed drop the slice onto the dirty sidewalk. “See? I love you that much.” 

“Oh my god, P,” You replied, covering your mouth to keep from laughing and hiding how goofy your smile was at the same time.

“But, I should pick that up because that’s littering and yeah.” He rambled, hurrying up to pick the pizza back up and put it in the nearest trash can.

God you missed him. “What a cute, environmentally conscious spider boy I have.” You said, affection leaking from your voice. “I hope Ned or MJ is there to make sure you get back to the dorm okay.” 

“No worries, Y/N, we’re going up now.” You heard Ned say from somewhere off camera as they walked into the dorms they were living in. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Peter said, looking very much like the excited puppy he was. 

Curious to see what on Earth he could say next, you replied, “Yes?” 

“I love you,” He said simply. 

No matter how many times he said it, you could never believe you were lucky enough to hear it from him. That boy was the embodiment of everything that was good and pure in this world. You, on the other hand, were not, yet somehow he loved you, and God did you love him too. “I love you too, Peter,” You said in a quiet voice, your smile turning soft as you watched them enter their dorm room, and Ned help Peter into his room. 

As soon as he was in his room, you watched him flop down in his bed, curling into the pillow beside him much like you were, looking at you with large eyes. “Am I in trouble for letting Morgan swing?” He asked with a pout. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. “Not as much as you would be if Pepper found out.” 

Peter’s eyes widened so much it was comical. “Oh god, please don’t tell her. She scares me.” 

“Maybe you can convince me when I see you tomorrow.” You said, winking at him with a playful smirk on your lips. You could definitely think of a few ways the handsome boy could convince you. 

“Mhmm, tomorrow,” Peter replied with a happy smile as well until a large yawn interrupted it. 

“You tired, Pete?” You asked with a frown. “You should get some sleep.” 

You could tell at this point he was fighting to keep his eyes open. It was one of the things that didn’t take you too long to learn about Peter Parker. He could be wide awake, but the second his back hit a mattress, he was out. You assumed it had to do with his late nights as Spiderman and his body having to adjust to fall asleep as fast as it could so it could at least attempt a few hours of good rest, and he could heal. “Don’t wanna,” he replied, rubbing his eyes. “Miss you too much.” 

“I miss you too,” You replied, biting your bottom lip. Why had you told him to come tomorrow again? “How about you go to sleep, and I’ll be there when you wake up, and we can fly back together?” You proposed. 

“Really?” Peter replied, sounding hopeful as his eyes began drooping. 

The way that he often resembled a puppy was way too adorable. “Really,” You replied. In fact, you’d do whatever Peter wanted if it meant extra alone time with him. 

His eyes closed while his mouth curved into a lazy smile. “Mkay. That’s good,” he let out another yawn, this time still leaving his eyes closed. “‘Cause I’m so tired. Just didn’t want to stop talking to you.” Peter mumbled. 

A laugh left you lips, and your fond smile returned. “Go to bed, P, I’ll be there when you wake up.” 

Peter couldn’t even respond, snores already leaving his lips. 

You ended the call, cuddling the pillow tighter against your chest as you inhaled the scent of the boy you had been talking to. 

Yeah, quiet nights at the tower were nice when they happened, but you couldn’t wait until tomorrow when they wouldn’t be so quiet anymore.

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Daddy Issues [Sunset] -28-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting like a dick towards her she quit her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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“Your man failed so did you.”

Kwon YoonHae just hung up the phone right away. With an unmatching manner to her elegant looks, she cursed under her breath. She called the head of her father’s men. When he arrived he walked into her room after a simple yet kind greeting with his head.

“I need you to find The Ghost. I do not care how many men will you use. Just find him and bring him to me soon, understand?”

From the way, JungKook talked so sure of himself YoonHae could tell Hoseok made an agreement with him and that meant her end and everything would just be a litter. YoonHae had not been stressed like this even when she found about you. With the share of the company and being the two heirs, she was sure she would get JungKook but now she was about to lose her throne.

JungKook walked out of the safe house and men waiting outside were all ears.

“Take him to the hospital then to the airport... I offered him my protection so you have to be careful.”

With the telephone records and address Hoseok unwillingly scribbled with the healthy left hand, JungKook was on his way to get everything to ruin the Kwon family and get rid of YoonHae. YugYeom was still unsure if where they were heading could be another trap so he was tense, though Jungkook did not care at all. He had to try and see for himself. 

Failing YugYeom’s doubts drastically the place Hoseok gave away was their real source of money. The white storehouse... When YugYeom walked in behind JungKook his eyes were like twice their actual size.

“So it was not a trap...”

He murmured while standing in the middle of a large space. JungKook walked by the pile of dust kept within clear packages with a smile on his face. He grabbed one to check. Taking a smell he could tell it was a good one. He threw it to YugYeom and he caught it within an instinct. He stared back at JungKook questioningly.

“I thought you were clean since last year.”

JungKook had a big grin on his face.

“Yeah, I am... Just to celebrate when it's all done...”

YugYeom did not argue any further because he knew it was no use. He just sighed and hoped you could stop JungKook. JungKook called the chief inspector to give the news. 

“I want you to handle this yourself.”

The chief let out a simple chuckle.

“No doubt. Have your documents checked if you do not want this to rub on you.”

This time JungKook had a big smile on his face.

“Don’t worry we already have Lawyer Kim.”

The chief inspector coughed uncomfortably before asking the question he desired to know the most.

“What will be my deal in this?”

JungKook’s voice was lower and serious.

“It will be better than you expect.”

With satisfaction, the chief inspector gathered his team. 

On his way back home JungKook called NamJoon to check on their situation.

“One last thing... This whole thing with Y/N is over. I guess you understand why...”

NamJoon did not dare to argue with Mr. Jeon. NamJoon knew JungKook would end him if he tried to reach you ever again so he even deleted your number after hanging up. Putting his phone back NamJoon sighed. A restless night was waiting for him. He already made sure their documents are valid and had no hole to reveal their street business. Now he had to work on the things JungKook sent via e-mail.

Seeing what he has in hand got NamJoon surprised. He had more than enough to sent YoonHae into prison. He had the address of their white storehouse and he had to prove the connection so he had to go and check by tomorrow.

When you arrived home the first thing you did was taking a shower to clean yourself up. You checked yourself in the mirror. Your wrists were still purple since Hoseok tied them up so tight. The red trail of the scissors was barely there. You picked up a silky gray nightgown that flowed on your body gracefully. Putting your hair into a messy bun you were walking down the stairs. 

Hearing the sound of the door you realized JungKook was already back. The maids rushed into the living room to greet him. JungKook had this package in his hand and he gave it to the sweet girl waiting on the left.

“To my office”

JungKook simply said with his low voice yet the girl already blushed under his dark gaze. Walking towards him you wrapped your arms around his neck and went for a kiss though JungKook did not fall for it. However, he still wanted to play with you since tomorrow was going to be a long day. Wrapping his arms around your waist he leaned in to whisper.

“No kisses for free...Little one”

You pouted which JungKook found somewhat endearing. JungKook dragged you to the room you used to sleep in when you came here. Closing the door behind him he turned towards you again. Folding the arms of his shirt slowly, he took a step closer. Since you could not take that intense stare anymore you looked down. JungKook put his hand beneath your chin and lifted your head up. 

“On your knees”

His voice was deliciously low also venomous. He sat down to the edge of your bed with his legs wide open.

“Crawl to me babydoll.”

On all fours, you did just as he said without taking your eyes away from him. Getting closer you almost purred which seemed to satisfy JungKook. You did not even realize he had handcuffs right beside him. 

“Wrists together.”

With an adorable pout on your lips, you put your wrists together in front of him. He gently took them to place a kiss inside of each. He gently rubbed them to ease the pain you must have felt when you were tied up. After that, he gently handcuffed you he arched his eyebrows cockily.

“Can you undress me?”

Biting down your bottom lip you hesitantly reached for his belt. Struggling with the handcuffs you tried two times but failed. Looking up back at him, you saw the pleasant smirk playing on his lips. Finally, you managed to unbuckle his belt and flashed him a big grin. You unbuttoned his pants but tried another way for his zippers. You got up then leaned down to his crotch.taking the tiny metal between your teeth you pulled it down. Obviously liking your way JungKook patted your head twice. 

Then he got up, letting the thin fabric and his boxers pool around his ankles. He stepped out and kicked them across the room. Seeing his tip red and glistening with precum you licked your lips impatiently. Though JungKook had other plans when he stood up. He pushed you to the bed, climbing on top of you. Holding your hands above your head you watched his every single move. The way his muscles stretch beneath his skin. The way he licked his lips before he hovered over you between your legs.

JungKook put his hand on your wrists then leaned in. He stopped when his lips were just an inch away from you. You tried to reach for a kiss but him holding your wrists down did not allow you. Frustrated you gave up with a sigh. JungKook arched an eyebrow.

“What is it little one?”

When you glared at him JungKook’s voice got even lower.

“You should not have done that.”

He pulled your nightgown up until it covered your eyes. Having your sight taken away you only could focus on his touches until they disappeared. JungKook left you like that only to grab a vibrator. First, the buzzing sound filled the air then you felt it on your sensitive clit. JungKook rubbed it teasingly and enjoyed your gasps. Shaking your head side to side you begged him.

When he added two fingers you lost yourself even more. Taking your higher and higher he kept moving them in and out mercilessly. You were about to reach there when he stopped everything. The vibrator was off and his fingers were gone.

“How was it babydoll?”

You pouted as you almost whispered.

“Why didn’t you let me come?”

JungKook had a pleasant smile on his face. His fingers were on your wet slit again. Rubbing your sensitive nub painfully slow he got you squirming again.

“Please...”

Though your begging did nothing for him to have some mercy on you since JungKook stopped again.

“No babydoll... I am the only one that will come tonight”

JungKook slid his member into your hot cavern slowly yet it was deep. Closing his eyes JungKook let out a low groan. He missed this... He missed every single thing about you. Moving slowly JungKook took his time with you.

Though when he had enough of playing was the real torture for you. He grabbed your legs and pulled them up on his shoulders. He climbed the bed and slide into you again. He started to hit that sweet spot of yours. Your delicious screams were music to his ears as JungKook grinned when he opened his eyes to see what a mess you were beneath him. 

He started to move even faster and rougher. With tears rolling down on your cheeks you begged again. JungKook stopped to pull the silk nightgown off of your eyes. Your sight was finally back with him still buried deep inside you, his dark eyes greeted you with damp hair fallen on his forehead.

“Do you want my permission?”

He asked again. You frankly nodded and pleaded in hope.

“Yes, sir... May I come...”

JungKook answered with a cheeky smirk on his lips.

“No doll... Now you are going to look into my eyes and hold yourself till I come, understand?”

Tears forming in your eyes you nodded. Though the nod did not satisfy JungKook. He hit your spot with a quick and deep thrust then repeated his question.

“Understand?”

You cried out.

“Yes, sir.”

His right hand on your throat JungKook spoke softly with that venomous voice.

“If you come I will keep this torture up until you learn...”

With that explained he began his thrusts again. You realized he was not going to hold back anymore but you had no idea how you could control yourself. Your legs were already shaking and walls began clenching around him. JungKook arched an eyebrow. Eyes closed you threw your head back only for JungKook to cut the air with his fingers.

“Eyes open...”

With his eyes never leaving yours JungKook fucked you mercilessly while hitting that one spot you could not handle. Trying your best not to come you kept begging him but none of it worked. A simple no became his only answer and your orgasm was about to hit you. Trying your best not to come you were shaking your head side to side. Fighting that pleasure was the hardest thing at that moment. JungKook released himself as his member twitched inside of you. 

His grip on your throat disappeared. Pressing his forehead to yours he was breathing heavily. Staying like that for a good moment he slowly pulled out.

“Good girl”

Was the praise he gave you since you managed to hold yourself. Turning away from him you curled yourself into a ball. Realized you were crying JungKook turned you around to face you. He wiped your tears away. You wanted to look away but he did not let you.

“How do you feel?”

He gently asked. You shook your head tearing your eyes away from him.

“It feels like my body is still in pieces...”

You remarked. Eyes slightly red and your body stiff you reached for him. JungKook helped you out to sit.

“Now you know what happens when you let someone else touch what's mine. You are mine Y/N and I do not share...”

You arched your eyebrows.

“You did this because of what happened with YoonGi?”

Hearing his name made JungKook feel like throwing up but he managed to give you a simple yes. He caressed your cheek then your hair. Burying your head to his chest you whispered.

“That's why you brought me back to my old room, isn’t it?”

JungKook sighed.

“You broke my trust Y/N, you have to earn it back.Do not touch yourself. I want that little pain between your legs to stay.”

You looked up at him with those begging eyes but even that did not change his mind. With a smirk,JungKook moved away from you. When he turned around to leave you held his hand.

“I can’t sleep without you.”

JungKook was planning to leave but he could not resist your eyes. He laid down next to you.

“Until you fall asleep.”

He said. At least that was what he convinced himself but by the morning he woke up next to you.

With the news taking over like a storm, the company was a total mess. People were whispering and Kwon’s were running here and there with men around them. YoonHae had a pair of sunglasses on when she walked in. She made her way to her father’s room. He was sitting with his head between his hands within his whole dark suit and tie. YoonHae was unsure if she should speak at all but she had to know.

“How bad is it?”

Cha Kwon raised from his seat.

“Us dealing white already is the talk here and Kim NamJoon has evidence so we are done!”

Next Chapter

[stronglyobsessed]

Hartwin father/son Fathers Day - Eggsy and eggsy’s little one give Harry a grandpa present for Father’s Day

Okay! So this turned out A LOT longer than I thought! It is 2.5K and I hope you enjoy!!!

Thank you SO much for such a cute prompt!

*It’s long so located under*

Here is the link for it on AO3!

Manners Maketh Grandfather

“Daddy!” A small voice called beside his ear. Eggsy rolled toward the sound, one eye cracked open to see a crystal blue set staring at him. “Happy Father’s Day!” Caleb claimed happily.

Before Eggsy could properly thank his four year old, a homemade card with ‘Happy Father’s Day’ written in his wife’s beautiful cursive on the front was thrust into view. Although the little hearts, cupcakes, flowers and stick figure form of what could only be Eggsy and Caleb, were clearly his son’s work. Behind him Tilde stood holding a plate that contained a generous stack of pancakes, eggs and bacon. She was immaculate, of course, with her blonde hair tossed in a messy bun. A tired smile lit her face, as her other palm mindlessly rubbed her protruding stomach.

“Thank you!” Eggsy leaned over the side to collect his son, bringing him under the sheets to cuddle him close. Caleb went without complaint, as always, and instinctively curled against Eggsy’s chest. He made sure to take the construction paper card and place it on the nightstand; he’d look at it later, right now he wanted a snuggle.

Caleb stayed put for a whole five minutes before he scurried back out, taking Eggsy’s card with eager hands. “I made this for you, Daddy!”

Eggsy beamed happily at his boy, Tilde now moved to sit next to them while Eggsy sat propped against the headboard. Caleb clambered to rest between his legs, giving Eggsy his card to read.

“Mama helped me with the words.” But Eggsy could see where his son tried to write his name. “But I told her what to say!”

“You did,” Tilde confirmed. She reached out to brush blonde wayward strands from their son’s forehead. “And he even helped me make breakfast!”

“I love it!” Eggsy promised after he read it aloud and dropped a loving kiss to the crown of Caleb’s head. “And I can’t wait to eat what you’ve made! Helping Mama cook, you’re getting so big!” His heart hurt at the reality. Their first baby wasn’t such a baby, and next fall he’d start nursery school just as they’d welcome their daughter.

“How's my princess doing?” Eggsy reached forward to rub where his girl resided. There was a soft kick against his palm. “Hello my love, good morning, Daddy loves you,” he cooed, just as he always did every day.

“She’s right as rain, sitting on my bladder and using it as her personal trampoline.” Tilde covered his hand with hers. She gave a quick squeeze before letting go, and took the tray to place over Eggsy’s lap, which also covered Caleb’s. “Happy Father’s Day, darling.” She murmured, lips hovered his skin before she pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.

Eggsy tipped his face, a hand cradled her cheek to guide into a full, delicate kiss. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.” She promised with an elated grin as Caleb made a face.

“Stop kissing! Daddy has to eat now!” Both parents laughed.

Eggsy tucked in as his son instructed, his son assisted in the consumption of his pancakes. It was perfect, a little noisy as Caleb romped around the bed with JB, but one of the best Father’s Day. Although Eggsy found himself saying that each year since becoming a dad.

“Come my little love. Time for a wash up and proper clothes.” Tilde herded Caleb off the bed. “Remember we have to finish the surprise for Grandpa, yes?” She added, just as Caleb began to make his ‘I’m going to have a strop’ face.

Thankfully the mention of Grandpa had a smile on his face and rushing to toddle beside his mother. Eggsy watched with fond eyes as they left so he could get himself ready as well. He sent a quick text to confirm their meeting, of course he was reminded to be punctual. Which was fucking hilarious, because the man had little regard for punctuality in his career.

“Are we ready?” Eggsy held Caleb’s black peacoat for him to slip his little arms into. “You sure you’re okay here, babe?” He worried as Caleb plucked small feet into trainers identical to Eggsy’s. But today he wore a casual pair of dark grey trousers, a hunter green button down and a freshly shined pair of oxfords.

Caleb was dressed just as nicely, but refused to wear the oxfords his Grandpa had bought him. “Ready!” He proclaimed. “Mama, I can carry it!” Caleb made grabby hands for the box that contained what he and Tilde had made.

“I’m fine, Eggsy.” She assured him. “Don’t run with them, okay?” Tilde carefully placed it into Caleb’s waiting arms. “And be good for daddy, make sure to give Grandpa my love.” She lay a soft kiss to his hairline. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Mama! Bye!”

Eggsy placed a hand on the top of the eager one's head; Caleb ready to bolt out the door. “Hold it bud. Daddy has to say goodbye too!” He cupped Tilde’s face with his freehand, coaxing her in for a tender sweep of lips. “Take care of my girl.” He touched her tummy, where their daughter danced against his palm. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She promised, and they were off.

The drive to the Mews was short from the small home he lived in now. After Tilde renounced her title as Princess, and stepped away from the crown, they moved back to London. Eggsy continued to work for Kingsman, but on more local missions and the occasional overseas recon assignments. Nothing ever as risky as when he’d first become an agent. After the whole Golden Circle scare, and the loss of so many, they found the world a little less littered with insane, psychopathic villains...at least for now.

“We’re here!” Eggsy announced. Caleb cheered from his car seat, as if he didn’t have weekly visits here, or Sunday dinners at Grandpa’s. He collected his son, the homemade gifts and a box Eggsy had stowed away in the boot, and made their way to the door.

“I can press the button, Daddy?”

“Sure.” It was work to hold Caleb and juggle their offerings so that a tiny finger could press the doorbell. “Ah ah!” Eggsy cautioned when he started to push it again. “Let’s give him a minute, yeah?”

“Okay,” Caleb sighed mournfully. He’d end up spamming his grandfather with a string of chimes, if Eggsy allowed it.

He started to lose his grip on Caleb as he wiggled, getting restless that he couldn’t make the doorbell ring again, but just as Eggsy repositioned Caleb he heard precise footsteps approach the door. Caleb let out an ear shattering cheer when the door was opened, and Harry caught the small body that lunged toward his person.

“Caleb!” Eggsy hissed. “That is not polite!” But it appeared every ounce of manners, polite behavior and lessons to be a proper gentleman went out the window as Harry swung the boy onto a hip and hugged him.

Sometimes it was hard for Eggsy to separate Arthur and Harry at home. The man was a bit different since he’d ‘died’ and come back to life.

“Happy Father’s Day!” Caleb crowed. “We brought presents!”

Harry’s smile was soft, the softest Eggsy had ever seen it, and only for his son. “That was very generous of you, Caleb, but shouldn’t you be spending the day with your Daddy?” Eggsy kept Caleb’s presence a secret, but it looked like the older man enjoyed it quite a bit.

“Daddy’s here!” Caleb pointed out, with a face that could only be inherited from Eggsy.

“Yes, I am here. May I come in?” Eggsy grinned cheekily as Harry stepped aside, his arms filled with his boy, and the sight was something Eggsy would never tire of. “Happy Father’s Day.” He was finally able to wish Harry, giving him a half hug because Caleb dominated the other side, and pressed a loving kiss to Harry’s weathered cheek.

“Thank you, Eggsy.” He could hear the emotion stuck in Harry’s throat, as his remaining eye watered a bit. “Now.” Harry turned back to Caleb. Much like every time Caleb was in Harry’s presence, Eggsy took a back seat, and it’d been that way since the day his son was born; he didn’t mind a whit. “Shall we have tea, young man?”

“And open presents?!” Both men laughed at his excitement.

“We can.” Harry threaded fingers through Caleb’s blond strands. “Come. I have a full set in the sitting room. I think I even have a few biscuits for you.”

Eggsy wanted to argue that it wasn’t even lunchtime, but the words died on his lips when Caleb tightened small arms around Harry’s neck and a loud, wet kiss was slammed against his cheek. He wouldn’t deny his child, or the man he considered a father for over ten years, the simple joys that they seemed to bring one another.

They settled in, cuppas poured, and Eggsy sat watching two of his favorite men talk adamantly to one another. Though the conversation was led primarily by Caleb, who told Grandpa all of the neat things he’d done at home with his mother, and the mention of Tilde resulted in a thoughtful gaze from Harry.

“She’s good.” Eggsy reassured. “Trudging along with our little lady growing. Both are healthy and safe.” He was bloody excited for their daughter to be born.

“Good, I’m glad to hear that. Please pass on my love and well wishes to both ladies.”

“I will.”

That was about all Eggsy was able to get in before his son monopolized Harry’s time. Though it didn’t seem like the man minded at all. He never pegged Harry to be a kid person, but as soon as Caleb entered the world, Harry was determined to be the best pseudo grandfather. Eggsy and Tilde had formally asked him to be when he visited hospital, and Eggsy wouldn’t speak to a soul that Harry had wept a little.

“Caleb,” Eggsy said after an hour. “I know you really like talking to Grandpa, but how about we let him open what we brought?” The reminder caused his boy to hop up, darting off of the sofa and collected all that his small hands could hold.

“For you!” Caleb shoved them in Harry’s lap, and crawled to sit beside Harry once more. “I made mine. Daddy didn’t!”

Harry bit his lip, an amused glint in his eye. “Well, I’m sure your Daddy put a lot of thought into it as well, hm?” Caleb nodded enthusiastically. “This is a charming card. You made it all by yourself?” Harry held a piece of construction paper similar to Eggsy’s.

“Yep! Mama helped with the words!”

“Well done,” he praised Caleb. And much like his father the boy preened, always willing to receive compliments and praise for his work. “Now what have we in the box?” Harry waited with all the patience any grandparent would have, as Caleb grabbed said blue, white striped box and handed it to Harry. “Is this your handy work as well?” Harry wondered as he opened the top.

“Yeah! But Mama used the oven. I can’t.” Caleb sounded displeased by that. “I mixed and helped pour the batter in. Then we frosted them!”

Inside were a dozen chocolate raspberry cupcakes; Harry’s absolute favorites. Leave it to Tilde to ensure Harry got precisely what he enjoyed, instead of the vanilla and buttercream frosted ones Caleb would have suggested.

“Now isn’t this a treat.” There was clear restraint in Harry’s brown eye as he stared at the sweets. “I will be sure to have one after supper.” He nodded, closing the lid and set them aside like he wouldn’t dig right into them once they left.

“Do you like them?” Just as the question was spoken, Harry scooped Caleb into his lap to give a big, full armed hug.

“I love them so much. Thank you, Caleb.” Harry dropped a soft kiss to Caleb’s head.

“Good!” Caleb crowed, wrapping his little arms around Harry, or as near as he could. “Daddy.” He turned to Eggsy. “You have to give Grandpa your presents now.” Eggsy nodded as he collected the long, thin box he had beside him.

It was wrapped in shiny silver paper with an equally shiny blue bow on top.

“Here you are.” Eggsy handed it over with a soft smile. He had a lot more patience than his son when it came to gratitude and praise for gifts. And he supposed that had to do with being thirty five, though Harry would argue the patience wasn’t extended to work; he was right.

“Oh, Eggsy,” Harry breathed. A hand swept over the polished wood handle of the rainmaker, as the other curved to cradle the taffeta canopy and lifted it out. “This is gorgeous.” The awe in Harry’s voice was well deserved. It was the newest model Kingsman had to offer.

“Comes with all the bells and whistles.” Eggsy promised, even as his son scrunched his nose; clearly unimpressed with something so mundane. “There’s a message engraved, too.”

Harry smiled tenderly as he turned it to read the inscription. “Manners Maketh Man.” He gave a whispered chuckle. “Thank you.” Eggsy heard the emotion beneath two simple words.

He marveled at it for a moment longer before Harry stood to wrap Eggsy in a warm, tight embrace. Eggsy returned the affection in kind, tipping his face to give a delicate kiss against Harry’s wet cheek; a few tears slipped despite his saying so.

Harry cleared his throat, swiping at his face to get rid of the moisture. “This has been lovely. You both have outdone yourselves.”

This time, both Caleb and Eggsy gave identical sheepish grins. After the paper and rubbish was cleared away, they enjoyed another cuppa and helped Harry tidy up. Just as Eggsy loaded the last plate into the dishwasher, his phone pinged with a text from Tilde.

“Hey.” Eggsy got Harry’s attention. He gestured to the front door and said, “You feel like joining us for dinner? Tild is making Beef Wellington.” Harry’s eye lit up. “We would have plenty,” Eggsy promised before Harry could ask.

“Yeah! You have to come, Grandpa!” Caleb already bombarded Harry before he could even speak a word. “And you can tell me a story before bed.” He shifted pleading blue eyes toward Eggsy. “Right, Daddy?”

“Of course! Grandpa is more than welcome to take over tuck in time. If he’d like.”

Harry scoffed, clearly offended there was even a question. “I really don’t want to be trouble. It is Father’s Day, and you should spend it with your family.” It was Eggsy’s turn to feel insulted.

“Dad,” Eggsy murmured, a name he used on and off in the recent years. The way Harry’s breath caught tugged at Eggsy’s heart; Harry was not used to hearing it still. Eggsy took Harry’s hand and held it. “You are family, and we’d be honored if you came.”

It only took a second for Harry to compose himself, evident that Eggsy’s declaration of his spot in the family caught him off guard, but it turned out in the best possible way.

“I’ll get my coat.”

Eggsy’s ears were filled with Caleb’s cheering and the quiet sound of Harry sniffling as he donned his jacket.

As Eggsy thought earlier, it was the best Father’s Day ever.

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Heyo so I was curious what are your head cannons on the boys when they find out from the reader they’re gonna be dads?

Not sure if these are considered head cannons since they’re little stories about how they would react. But here you go doll! Thanks for the ask, got a little carried away. 

Leonardo:Needless to say, you were a little scared. Leonardo’s persona was all aboutorder, strategy and planning and an unplanned baby would throw his world into atail spin of chaos. You had thought there was no chance of you getting pregnantdue to the species difference, so no safety measures were put in place. Boywere you both wrong.

Your hands trembled when you held out the positive pregnancystick to the leader in blue. It took him a minute to realize what you wereholding. His gaze held a confused look as he stared down at the little whitestick in your fingers but then realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Youcould have sworn you saw his whole body jump when his mind caught up with hiseyes. His mouth fell open and his eyes moved from you to the stick to yourbelly. Back and forth they moved trying to wrap his mind around what washappening.

You waited for the anger, for the ‘I don’t have time for ababy’ but that never came. The mindless stupor that he wore on his face shiftedquickly into a brilliant half crazed smile. His hands reached out for yourstomach shaking on their own accord. Slowly he pressed his warm palms to theslight bump that had already begun to form of your unborn child, stepping intoyour personal space.

“Are you serious?” he asked breathlessly returning hiselated gaze back up to you.

He was happy? Man, with a plan Leonardo was happy he wasgoing to be a dad. You felt your nerves melt and nodded letting out the breathyou had been holding.

“I’m gonna be a dad? Daddy? Father?!” Deep from within hischest he let out a profound rumbling laughter scooping you up in his armsswinging you around. His lips peppered kissed on your cheeks and lips as hecontinued to laugh uncontrollably before setting you carefully back down on theground. As your feet hit the ground his knees did the same and his hands liftedyour shirt exposing your midriff. Pressing forward his lips met your stomachplacing wild and warm kisses to your skin.

His lips still hovering over your stomach he began to speaksoftly to the growing body within you, “I’m your daddy. I love you and yourmommy so much. I can’t wait to meet you.” He looked lovely back up to you andtears, you could see tears in his eyes. Leo was crying he was so happy. Thenthe blue orbs widened again. “Father! We need to go tell father!” Jumping tohis feet once again he grabbed your hand and guided you to Splinter, he wantedto tell him he was going to be a grandfather.

Raphael: The red brute was working outfeverishly, bench pressing an ungodly amount of weight.  You needed to talk to him, this was tooimportant to let sit idle any longer. So, you made your way up to the weightroom to the sweatie mutant. Reaching the platform you stopped in your tracksmomentarily distracted by the bulging muscles of his arms as he strained tolift the overloaded bar in his hands. Calm down, that’s how you got into thismess. Behind your back you held the white pregnancy stick with the bright bluewords ‘pregnant’ on the indicator screen. You were carrying his baby, your lovemaking had produced a miracle and you were beyond thrilled to tell the musclebound turtle.

“Raph?” you called stepping into his line of vision justbefore his green face. Hefting up the bar again he grunted with the immenseweight, but you caught his nostrils flaring, scenting the air. His gaze shiftedto you and then his pupils dilated while the heavy bar slammed down on the racksafely.

“Yeah short stack?” his voice was a bit strained like he wasnervous about something? As he lifted himself into a sitting position herefused to make eye contact again. You could tell the difference in hisbreathing now as his large green fingers fiddled with the wrapping on hisfingers. What was going through his mind? You were the one about to change bothyour worlds and he was acting funny?

Sitting down next to him you rested your hand on his thicklymuscled thigh squeezing lightly. “Hey big guy, what’s wrong?”

“You’re gonna tell me now aren’t ya?”

Taken back by the weird question you cock your headclutching the stick a little tighter to your side. Did he know and if he did, thedepressed tone in his voice made the excitement you were feeling unwarranted?But how could he know, you yourself had just found out an hour ago via thispiss test. “Tell you what Raph?”

“That your pregnant and you want to abort it because of whatwe would make together.”

Suddenly you felt like you had just been punched in the gutand your lungs sucked in a large gulp of air. He knew and thought you wanted toend the pregnancy?! On instinct you wound up your fist and hit him in arm ashard as you could.

“What the fuck Raph?! What the actual fuck? How did youknow? I just found out an hour ago.” You growled throwing the stick in his lap,his fast fingers catching it with ease. “And you honestly think I would want toterminate our child?” Hot tears started to roll down your cheeks, how could hehonestly think that? You were beyond ecstatic about having his baby.

Rubbing his arm, he turned to you quickly seeing thedistress in your face and the tears wetting your cheeks. Both hands shot toyour face cupping it while pulling your flustered gaze to him. You now couldsee the tears brimming in his. “You just found out!? I-I could smell the changein your body three weeks ago, and since then you’ve been acting strange. I wasafraid you didn’t want to tell me and from how angry you’ve been the past fewdays you wanted to end it.”

“God no Raph, I want to have your baby. I was so happy whenI found out and rushed over here as soon as I was done with work! And Iapologies for the mood swings, I’m guessing it’s my hormones out of whack fromthe pregnancy. Nothing would make me happier to have baby with you.”

Relief rolled over his face as he gathered you in his arms,“Oh thank god! We had no idea how happy I am? We thought we could never befathers and you just gave me the best gift anyone could give a mutant turtle!I’m going to be a dad!” Reaching down to your stomach he rested his warm palmto your belly humming in approval. “No let’s go rub it in Leo’s face that I’m adad before him.”

Donatello: Donatello,your tall purple terrapin was busy as usual in his lab taking apart somethingcomplicated. Several computer parts and circuit boards lay just before hisfingers awaiting their new intended purpose. Donnie was so enthralled in hiswork he didn’t even notice you come up behind him. Your back pocket heldsomething very important and you were ready to share the results of ‘your’ mostrecent study. Your hands moved around his large shell and pressed into thedense corded muscled of his sides. When he yelped in surprise letting themother board in his hand clatter to the table you knew he was aware of you now.Running your fingers up towards his arms your fingernails dragged gently overhis green pebbled skin. You smiled feeling the genius shudder against yourtouch.

“What do I owe this pleasant distraction to?” he croonedsoftly turning around to meet you. His goggles sat over his brown eyes keepingthem from your sight and that wouldn’t do, not with what you two needed todiscuss. Carefully you reached up and pulled them up to rest on his forehead.There they were, those sweet chocolate brown pools of knowledge. You had nodoubt in your mind he would be a pro, Donnie would a natural dad. So much knowledgeand experience to pass down to his children.

Keeping your movements as fluid as possible you pulled thewhite pregnancy stick out of your back pocket and crawled into the genius’slap. Pressing your lips to his eagerly to distract him you sat the stick nextto a few of his tools for your little plan to take place.  

The deep rumble of approval coming from the tall turtle madeyour body hum, but this was not the time for such pleasantries. Releasing his lips,you gave him a toothy smile and nibbled again on his bottom lip.

“I was hoping you could help me with some results I just gotback from something we’ve both been working very Hard on?” you emphasized the Hon hard rolling your hips into his groin.

“Results? On what?” he mused placing his hands on your hipsto guide your languid movements.

You could feel him under you responding and felt your cheeksblush when his eyes closed letting a churr roll out past his lips. Swallowingyour growing lust for the moment you cleared your throat. Maybe this couldwait? Maybe until after you had your way with him, god these pregnancy hormoneswere kicking your ass. He had this way of getting you in the mood without evenrealizing he was doing it. Just a simple touch from Donnie sent your body ablaze with need and the fertility of your ovaries into overdrive as well itseemed.  

He leaned forward and pressed an impatient kiss to your lipsurging your mouth open with his warm tongue. You were getting lost in themoment and your impatient need was pushing past your plan. Your plan! No, youneeded to tell him! Gently you pushed him away ending the heated kiss with apop. His lust filled eye looked into yours disappointed rolling his hips upinto you showing he was ready for action.

“Wait a minute Don, there’s something behind you that I needyou to look at real quick, the results?” your breath was uneven and your heartwas beating wildly against your chest but you needed to go through with yourplan.

His eye ridge raised in intrigue but turned you both on hischair towards his large work table. His brown eyes scanned the many itemslittering the desk and stopped abruptly finding the one thing out of place amongsthis tools.

With a shaky head he took the small white stick in his largeover sized fingers and read the unmistakable message. “These are the resultsyou were talking about?”

You hummed in agreeance running your fingers over his neck.

“You’re…we’re pregnant? You’re carrying my unborn child inyour womb right now?” with each word running past his lips the volume andexcitement raised in his voice. His brown eyes were sparkling with unshed tearsand his whole body seemed to vibrate with his enthusiasm.

“Yes Don, you’re gonna be a daddy.”

Using his legs, he spun you both in the chair laughing withthe great news, “I’m gonna be a daddy!” pressing forward he kissed you withexcitement which soon turned back into the burning passion from before. Again,relinquishing your lips, he gave you that smile, that “I love you more thenanything’ smile.

“Looks like I better start constructing an ultrasoundmachine.” His excitement palpable Donnie used his muscled arm to shove theunimportant pieces of his forgotten project from his table. Lifting you likeyou weighted nothing he set you on the table and pressing himself between yourlegs. “Are you gonna call me daddy now? Donnie’s voice dropped an octavestaring down at you in his arms the look in his eyes pinning you to your spot.The sudden change in his voice sent a chill down your spine.

“Dirty turtle.”

Michelangelo: Mikey was elbows deep in dough when you walkedinto the lair, kneading the soft white pliable substance preparing it for the oven.The simple irony in the task he was currently preforming and the little whitestick of life changing information in your pocket made you giggle. With your presencesnow known Mikey’s gaze snapped up and gave you that beautiful big smile he wasperfect at giving.

“Sugar love!” he called lifting the ball of dough high intothe air for you to see. “I’m baking you some buns!”

You could resist and let it slip as you made your way overto the overzealous ninja turtle currently covered in white flour, “You gonnaput a bun in that oven?”

“Well more then one bun if you wanna get technical about it.But yes, I’m gonna put a bun in that oven!”

Again, you started to laugh holding your stomach in the process.You had been feeling under the weather for the past few weeks and when yourperiod never came you began to wonder. You remembered when Mikey and you startedhaving sex Donnie told you it was scientifically impossible for a human and turtleto reproduce. So, the box of condoms Mikey had gotten went right back to thestore. Neither of your thought twice about it, Donnie was a genius.

Now the little white stick taking up residency in yourpocket with the words ‘pregnant’ on it was going to be a shock to everyone downhere, especially Mikey.

“What’s so funny?” he asked returning to the kneading of hisdough.

“That’s gonna be a lot of buns in the oven, don’t you think?”you asked nonchalantly running your hands over your stomach.

Mikey stopped and turned back to you giving you a confusedlook, “This is only gonna make a little over a dozen? With four mutant turtles,a mutant rat and one human that should be just enough.”

“Two humans.” You continued waiting to see how far you couldtake this without him catching on.

“Two?” You could see the wheels turning in that sweet headof his. “Is April coming down too for dinner?”

You shook your head.

“Casey? Raph never told me he was coming down.”

“Nope.”

“Vern?”

Again, you shook your head, the smile on your lips was beingto make your mouth sore.

“I give up, who else is coming to dinner?”

Taking a few steps towards the preheating oven you leanedback against it, “The bun in the oven.”

Mikey was lost now, and the dough forgotten on the counter.His full attention was on you but was still unaware of your meaning. “Ofcourse, the buns in the oven are coming to dinner. They’re part of the dinner.”

“No Mikey, there is another bun in the oven that will be joiningus for dinner.” Reaching into your pocket you pulled out the white stick holdingout the test indicator to his baby blues eyes.

Instantly his pupils dilated, and his mouth hung wide openin shock. “What?” his feet pushed up putting all his weight on his toes as hebegan to bounce with excitement. “You’re not fooling me, are you? Please don’tbe fooling me?” you saw his eyes searching yours, hoping and pleading you weretelling the truth.

There had been many nights while lying in bed with theorange terrapin usually after a wild session of mind blowing sex he would confesshis one wish. If he ever found a magic lamp with a genie inside. Even if he wasgiven three wishes he would only take one. To be a dad, he wanted to be a fatherwith everything that he was. You had always wished Donnie was wrong and youwould be able to give him that one wish. You loved Mikey so much and having ababy with him would make everything complete and all that you would need.

“I’m not fooling you Mike, you’re gonna be daddy and you’re gonnarock that shit so hard.”

Bread forgotten Mikey dove for you wrapping his flour coveredhands around you, pressing in for a devilishly deep kiss. The enthusiasm he putinto it stole the very breath from your body. Breaking the kiss he loweredhimself to your stomach pressing his white palms to your black shirt leaving threefingered white prints.

“My name is Michelangelo and I’m your daddy. You have awonderful and beautiful loving mommy and three awesome uncles along with a hairygrandfather. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms.”  

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Ro was waiting by the open door, toys littered around her. She jumped up excitedly when a familiar car parked in the driveway. “Daddy!” Ro ran into her father’s arms, “You home! Did you see the big green man?”

Tony picked her up, throwing her into the air playfully before sitting her on his hip, “I didn’t. Maybe one day. I just needed to talk with the man that was looking for him. How’s my princess?”

“‘M almost this big,” she said, showing him three fingers. “Getting so grown up!”

“You are,” he kissed her cheek, “No more growing up. You’re supposed to be my little girl forever. Do you know how old daddy is?”

“But I need to so big and ‘uperhero like you!” She took Tony’s face in her hands, studying it closely. “Maybe...I think you’re...72.”

“Are we going to make this a family business?” Tony laughed. Sure a legacy like this seemed great, better than the other he would have handed to her. Though he had a mission, make sure the world was safe enough for this to be nothing more than a childhood dream for her. “72? You’re off by a little, I’m 38.”

“Daddy’s still old.” She wiggled out of his arms and ran back into the house, tugging him along. “Mommy, daddy home!” Ro went over to play with her toys.

“Just in time for dinner.” You went to greet him, he gave you a tight hug and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, sweetheart. How’s life treating you?”

“The same old. Work and Ro mainly. My friends dragged me to a couple of parties,” you shrugged, “How about you, big shot?”

“You go to other people’s parties, but not mine?” He pouted. “That’s not fair.”

“Sounding like our kid much?”

“C’mon YN. Just one party. For me?” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Big bag Iron Man, a begging mess, if they could see you now.” You considered it for a moment, how bad could it be? “Fine. One of your parties wouldn’t kill me.”

“No one would ever believe you. Well, maybe a selective few could back you up.” He smirked at you sending you a wink.

“Why are you so gross?” You wrinkled your nose.

He kissed your forehead before pulling away, “It’s a gift.”

“Daddy! Read this to me?” Ro called out from the living room.

“Duty calls.” Tony shrugged off his over coat, rolling up his sleeves, and loosening up his tie, “I’m coming, Rugrat.”

He sat on the floor, Ro climbed onto his lap book in hand. You set up dinner, letting it cool while they spent time together. Your phone started going off. The hospital was short on staff and needed you to come in. Going to your room, you changed into your scrubs quickly.

“Tones, can you watch Ro or drop her off at Herrera’s? I don’t have enough time to drop her off and work needs me asap.”

“I got it, honey. Go.”

You leaned down and kissed them both goodbye. “Be a good girl for daddy, Ro. Love you guys.”

“Love you!” The said in unison.

“Bye mommy!”

“See you later, Ro Bear!” You blew her a kiss before you closed the door.

Ro looked at the door, a pout already forming. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Don’ like it when mommy and daddy go bye bye.”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, knowing the root of her anxiety, “We hate leaving you too. I promise, we always try to come back to you as  quickly as possible.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Every time I have to go, all I can think about is seeing you again. Why do you think I’m always bugging you and calling? How about you and me eat some dinner and then we can play?”

Ro patted her stomach, “Belly’s hungry.”

“Oh yeah? Let me check,” he stood her up and pressed an ear to her stomach, “Hello? Is someone very hungry?”

“’m really really hungry!” Ro answered in a monster voice. “Want spaghetti! Please!”

“Ro! We need to feed the monster before it’s too late!” He stood, Ro on his hip. Tickling her side, he walked her over to the kitchen. Tony turned on the radio and sat Ro on the kitchen counter.

“Yes!” Ro cheered, standing up to pretend to play guitar, “Thunderstruck! Yeah! Yeah!”

Tony chuckled, serving up a bowl of spaghetti. He set the bowl aside in favor of watching his daughter. There was no way in the world he could have predicted her. He tried to predict most things, but her? Never would have passed his mind. If anyone had told him about this perfect little girl ten years ago, he would have probably died laughing. Now? He couldn’t find it within himself to even think of a future without her. She was the epitome of perfection in his eyes. Everything about her was, well, except for one thing.

It shouldn’t have bugged him, but he wasn’t her biological father. Sure, looking at her, maybe her big brown eyes and her hair could possibly pass her as his own. There was no way it made a difference to Tony. She was his kid. He was who got to see her grow up and love her with everything he had to give. The lab had some of her drawings up from the scribbles up to something that vaguely registered as human, once Ro pointed everything out. There were so many things that had him marked as a father, except for that one thing...

He’d be enough for now, at least, he knew that much. It was when she got older where the insecurity lies. Her curiosity would peak once she learned of other family’s situations. Sure there were many different kind of families, but the one that was driven into people to be the perfect one was what they weren’t. They weren’t the nuclear dream. Once Ro knew? Would he be enough for her then? He had to hope so. They never lied, but it was something major she didn’t know about herself.

Ro slipped off the counter and he managed to catch her just before she could hit the floor. He knocked his own head on the counter in the process, but she was safe in his arms. “T’ank you for catching me, daddy.”

“Every time, Rugrat. Be a little more careful next time.” He ignored the throbbing in his head, he’d been through worse. Tony sat her back down on the counter and started feeding her the spaghetti. Ro wiggled and sang along to the radio while she ate. She took down half of the meal before looking wistfully at the cookie jar. “What’s on your mind short stack?”

Ro pouted, “Already had cookie today.”

“Want to know a secret?” He whispered, waiting for Ro to nod, “I had a cookie too...If you don’t tell mommy, I won’t either.”

“I won’t,” she whispered back.

Tony pressed a finger to his lips and ‘sneaked’ over to the cookie jar. He came over with his winnings and handed her a cookie. “Cheers.” They knocked their cookies together before taking a bite.

“Daddy, my nightlight broken,” Ro informed him, swinging her legs.

“Yeah? I’ll fix it for you.”

“No,” she shook her head, “You be my nightlight.” Ro pointed to the arc reactor peeking out of his button up.

He chuckled, “Yeah, okay, honey, I’ll be your nightlight tonight. Let’s get you washed up and ready for bedtime then.”

“‘ubble bath!”

Tony gave her another cookie while he prepared her bubble bath. She finished the treat and started gathering up toys she wanted to play with in the bath.

“‘M a shark!” She giggled when Tony put her hair up in a soapy mohawk. Tony hummed the jaws theme for her while she tried to scare her rubber duck.

A while later he finally convinced Ro it was time to get out of the bath and dressed her in her favorite Captain America onesie. “Ever think it’s time to get a new favorite set of PJs kiddo?”

“Nope! I love love love it! We can be a team!” She pulled up the hood that fell over her face with a printed on mask. “‘M here to help I’on Man!”

“I’m glad you’re here. The mission is to get to the bathroom all the way to hq, if you choose to accept it.”

“I do,” she nodded, looking at him seriously before whispering, “Daddy, what’s a hq?”

“Hq means headquarters. Your room,” he answered.

“Got it, I’on Man.” She peered out into the hallway and made the signal for him to follow her. “Watch out!” Ro fought with the air, throwing a stray toy into the air like a shield.

He picked her up, “We have to fly out of here there’s too many!” Tony ran down the hallway, ‘flying’ her up and down through the air. Finally, landing Ro into the new twin bed you had gotten her. The kid woke up one day, complaining that she was too much of a big kid to have a baby bed.

Ro grabbed for her raggedy old bear and got comfortable, making space in the bed for her dad. “‘Mon nightlight.” She patted the space next to her.

“That’s all I am to you?” He asked, laying down beside her.

Ro immediately cuddled into his side, using his arm as a pillow. “It hurt having a light?” She asked, poking at the arc reactor.

He took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. “At first, because it was brand new and heavy. Sometimes it still does, but,” he shrugged, “Nothing a little medicine can’t help.” Medicine or alcohol, one in the same to him.

“Am I gonna get a light?” She wondered, poking at the center of her chest.

“No, sweetheart. Never.” He shook his head, hating the idea of her walking around with one of these in her chest. Sure, it kept him alive, but lately something was feeling off with it. He had to run some test after working on his other projects. “You’ll never need one of these, I promise.”

“But it’s so cool!”

“Dad doesn’t want you with one,” Tony snapped. He grabbed one of the books she had scattered all over your home, showing it to her, “Want to read?”

She shook her head meekly, “No, t’ank you.”

“Baby,” he sighed, angry at himself for being so short with her, “I’m sorry. Daddy doesn’t have this for fun, okay? I got hurt really bad and it helps me. Think of you getting hurt like that makes me upset. I don’t want you to ever get hurt.”

“S’okay,” she sniffed, it was rare her dad sounded angry around her. “Can you sing a song? You sound pretty when you singing.”

“I love you, Ro.” Tony kissed her head. “Any song in particular you want to hear?”

“I love you, too,” she thought for a moment, “The one that goes nah nah nah a lot.”

Tony took a shot in the dark and went with Hey Jude. It didn’t take long for Ro to fall asleep. He didn’t plan on falling asleep too, but there was something so peaceful that made him drift off with her.

When you finally got home, you were dead on your feet. Tony’s car was still in the driveway, which meant you could show him the magazine Sebastian got you. Featuring your two favorite people in stalker like pictures. The pictures weren’t bad, actually they were actually really cute. Ro had been stuck on a zoo book for a while and wanted to visit one. The pictures were all from that day. The camera man even managed to snap a picture when Ro finally convinced Tony to don some face paint. It was funny this magazine decided to run with these pictures instead of throwing out Iron Man shots like the others. Though being different probably got more sells. It was a nice distraction to think about on your drive home.

You carefully opened Ro’s door, not too surprised to find Tony sleeping with her. She had hidden her nightlight and told you not to put it back. At first you didn’t understand why, but the light peeking out of his shirt gave you a clue, she was a clever little girl. You liked it when he fell asleep with Ro. He actually slept instead of taking an hour long power nap.

Tony opened his eyes, the light leaking from the hall waking him. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, sleepily, “How’d it go?”

“Lost him.” You let out a shaky breath. Why did that happen? One second you’re fine, but the second someone questions you, it just floods any other thought. Turns out the patient was someone you had gotten friendly with and definitely wasn’t supposed to be on your table. Only your coworker was out of town and the man that was doing so well suddenly started declining.

“Sweetheart...” Tony sat up and motioned for you to sit on his lap. He hugged you tight once you were there, knowing how hard you took the losses. You were in the profession for a while, but you hadn’t grown the thicker skin older doctors had.

You cried, hiding your face in his neck. It was by no means professional, but you weren’t a robot. There was a lot of failure to cope with. You failed him. The look of hope on his family’s faces before you broke the news. A little girl not much older than Ro, knowing her father wouldn’t come back with them like he was supposed to. That was all on you. “I couldn’t...I couldn’t...Tony, I tried so hard,” you choked on your words.

“It’s okay, honey. I know you did.” He picked you up and carried you over to the couch in the living room so Ro would stay asleep. Keeping you in his lap, he rubbed your back soothingly. “You knew him?”

You nodded, trying to stop crying. “We were friends,” you answered knowing what he meant. “Not long. He had been staying at the hospital for month and we clicked, it was one of those easy friendships. We planned to take out the girls when he was ready to go around.”

“YN...” Losing people was hard, but losing people you had gotten close to was a whole different ball game. He knew better than to ask stupid questions and just held you until you calmed down. “It’ll be okay,” he said quietly, wiping away your tears, “Maybe not now, but soon.”

You didn’t speak until you knew you had control of yourself. “I love you, Tony.” It was nice simple and said everything you needed in a couple of words.

“I love you, YN.” Tony pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He laid down on the couch and pulled you to lay down on top of him. One thing he knew for sure about you, is that you liked being close to him when you were upset. Unless, of course, he was the root. Then he just stayed away and let you cool off.

You started to pull away, “I don’t want to hurt your chest.”

Tony kept his arms tight around your waist. “It never even hurts anymore.” He pulled you down a bit harder than he intended, sending a shock of pain through his chest. Though what did it matter if he was going through pain for you?

You tried to lean more of your weight on the couch, but humored him and stayed close. “I’m sorry for freaking out. It was just...a lot, I wasn’t expecting this to happen. He was fine.”

“Don’t apologize. You can talk to me about anything. This isn’t something you can just grin a bear it through.”

“You do it all the time.”

“I was trained to since I was three. I’m something of an expert.”

The two of you laid there in comfortable silence. You held on to his hand like a lifeline, but you needed him to speak. Keep your mind on something else.

“How’d the meeting with Ross go?”

“As good as you’d expect,” he shrugged, “You know how much those military higher ups love me. But, the green guy is a go for this super secret boy band that you’re not supposed to know about.”

“Harlem took a hit,” you remembered the recent news about Hulk and Abomination, “What happened to him anyway? How does he go green?”

“Bruce Banner was working on Erskine and dad’s super soldier serum, unknowingly by the way. They told him it was some treatment.  He got excited, experimented on himself, but the gamma radiation was wrong. So the not so jolly Green Giant was born. Left his whole life behind and lives in small quiet places now. Fury is keeping tabs on Banner now, I don’t like it, but it’s better than Ross and his guns.”

You nodded, “Corner anyone they’re bound to lash out.”

“That’s exactly what I was saying. Guy turns into a giant ball of hate, let’s shoot him with bullets that obviously aren’t working! Just make him angrier and even less controlled. I don’t even think he’s in control, it’s all too animalistic.”

“Are you going to go see Dr. Banner?”

He thought for a moment. “I’m interested. Yeah, can’t deny that. I don’t think I will though, not until it’s necessary. Let him have his seclusion in peace.”

You laid your head on his chest, smelling his cologne and a lingering of Ro’s apple shampoo. “That’s good,” you yawned, “I don’t see what would be major enough to bother him with you around.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Tones. You’ve been doing a lot of good work with all the missions and things you’ve been doing lately. I’m proud of you.”

He opened his mouth to say he was proud of you too, but he knew right now it wouldn’t be good to hear. “Thank you.”

You took a second to think of another topic to keep your mind on. “Pepper.”

“What about her?”

“Aren’t you seeing her now?” You asked.

Tony nodded. “I am. We’ve been pretty steady lately.”

“When are you going to tell her about Ro?” You wondered, sitting up slightly to look at him.

“I should do it soon, shouldn’t I?” He rubbed his face, “That’s going to be weird. We’ve kept this nice little bubble to ourselves for so long now.”

You shrugged, “Tony, you don’t have to tell her. At least not now, but you will need to sometime.”

“I think, I’ll do it next week. The sooner the better, right? It’ll be better to just cut it now, if me having a daughter isn’t good with her.”

“You know, you’re talking about the future of your relationship with another woman on top of you,” you teased, trying to lighten up his mood since he looked visibly worried. “That’s asking for a scandal.”

“All my scandals are with you, darling. She’s used to it,” he sat up and walked over to the kitchen to grab two glasses and scotch, “In fact, she’s the one that denies most of them... You’re my best friend, mother of my kid...if she doesn’t like that I’m around you a lot, then that’s an other factor that’s important to me.” He ended on a more serious note, handing you the extra glass.

Taking the glass, you took a quick drink. “You’re worrying about nothing,” you assured him, “It’ll all work out, I’m sure of it.”

“Since when you you like gossip rags?” Tony asked, distracted by the magazine you threw on the living room table. Mostly he wanted out of the conversation.

You grabbed it and leafed through the papers,  handing it over to him when you got to the right pages. “Since there’s nice shots of my favorite people.”

“That’s nice, I’ve been demoted. I’m her godfather now.” He pointed to a picture, “We’re getting this picture. The two of you look beautiful. This one too, because I look beautiful.”

The two of you heard Ro’s door creek open along with the quick pitter patter of her feet. She ran into Tony’s arms sniffling, talking about having had a scary dream. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. Come on,” he stood, motioning for you to follow, “Time to put my girls to sleep for the night.”

-

A week later Tony had an important meeting planned and a party later that night to either celebrate or wallow in his pity. Whatever the outcome, at least he managed to convince you to come out to one of his parties for the night.

He watched Ro build a tower with her blocks before ramming a toy car into it, “Okay, tyke. Come over here and eat your sandwich.”

“Peanut and jelly?” She asked him, struggling to sit on the tall chair. He was about to pick her up, when she pushed his hands away. “I do it! I’m big now!” Tony watched her struggle with the chair until she looked at him triumphantly.

“Good job!” He gave her a high five. “Eat all of your sandwich and you can have some ice cream after.”

“Yes, sir!” She mumbled around a bite.

The front door opened followed by Pepper giving someone a run down of everything she needed done. “Yes, thank you, that’s all Mr. Stark needs.” She hung up before giving him a smile and greeting him.

Tony narrowly dodged a kiss from her. He had decided avoiding going too fast in front of Ro to skip out on those questions. “Kid here, can I get a rain check?”

“Sure. Babysitting again?” she settled for a kiss on the cheek. “Hello, Ro.”

“H’lo.” Ro waved a peanut butter covered hand at Pepper. “Nice day?”

“I had a very nice day, thank you,” Pepper answered, smiling at the little girl.

Tony took it as a good sign. Still, he kept it a secret for so long. Choosing to either take care of his daughter in your home or send Pepper and Happy on random vacations if he needed to stay with her longer than a day or so. The contact Ro and Pepper had was minimal and more often than not, Ro was asleep.

“It’s not technically babysitting,” he started, earning a confused look from Pepper. Tony handed Ro the juice box that was a bit too far for her reach, “You can’t babysit your own kid.”

“Tony, you’re really going to pull a prank like this? We cleared everything up as soon as the allegations happened,” she spoke, rightfully confused.

“Daddy pranking? What that?”

“It’s like when you hide from your mom and yell boo, Rugrat,” he explained quickly. “Pep, I know I pulled the rug out fr-“

“Did you take test? Are you sure?” She cut him off, thinking he had finally been conned by someone. “How can you be a..?”

“No test,” he answered, watching her face fall, “I know, Pepper, 100%.”

“Tony, you can’t just hope.”

“I know they’d-” he looked at Ro, who was watching the adults interested, “-one second.” He picked Ro up and grabbed her food, “The adults are being boring right? Is it just me? How about some cartoons?”

“Spongebob?”

“You got it.” Tony sat her down on the floor and placed her food on the living room table, J.A.R.V.I.S. set up the cartoon.

Pepper was already, going through her phone quickly, “I’m setting up an appointment.”

“Pepper, I don’t need a test. Everything would come back saying I’m not her father,” he kept his voice low.

Pepper couldn’t understand. “Then what is this? She’s just trying to blackmail you for money or something?”

“No. YN has been getting upset about me giving her money for years. She’s not like that, Pepper. I’m sorry for hiding this, but I just didn’t want a lot of people to know. Just give me the time to explain.” He waited until Pepper nodded before going into the details. “YN was in the process of getting a divorce when she found out she was pregnant. Her ex didn’t want the kid so he waived his rights. Fast forward a couple of months and I see her at Rhodey’s hours away from popping. Then Ro decided we just had to have the same birthday. Pepper, something just clicked the moment I saw that kid. I didn’t know it then, but one day she called me papa and....She got there before I ever even thought about it. Being her dad is the easiest thing in the world.”

“You’re her dad, okay,” Pepper seemed a little shocked, “Still processing the information. So you and YN?”

“We’re just friends.” That was what Yn had wanted, right? She seemingly pushed for this relationship more than he did at times.

“I’ve got this meeting I really need to get to...”

“Are you going to make it to the party?”

“I’ll try.”

“That went well,” he said to himself, taking a seat next to Ro on the floor once Pepper left. “You ready to go to grandma’s tonight?”

“Ga’ma’s? Why?”

“She misses you.”

-

You got home, just long enough to get dressed and leave again. Tony had called you after dropping off Ro at your mother’s earlier. He sounded great until you asked how the meeting with Pepper went. Honestly, you were hoping it would work out, he seemed to really love her. It still could, you had to give Pepper the benefit of the doubt, Tony had dropped something major.

Once you were ready, you drove over to the event hall. It was one of his rowdier parties. Music blaring, bodies all over one another, and the smell of alcohol thick in the air. They were different from the usual parties you went to now, but it made you feel like you were younger again. Simpler times. Just as confusing when it came to the same person.

“Hey, YN! Made it just in time!” Tony pulled you into a hug when he found you. He already smelled of the beginnings of a long night. Yeah, just like old times. The only difference being he wasn’t draped in a bunch of girls. That’s what made you think he really did love Pepper. He never stayed away from others with you.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Nice touch with Ro, by the way, taking my ticket out away.”

“What grandparent doesn’t like being with their grandkid? Spoil them up and hand them back over when they’re done. I knew you wouldn’t like Mrs. Herrera taking care of her when you’re having fun.” He started dancing to the music, “Come on, Cupcake.”

You shook your head, a smile on your lips, and took his hand. Catching a glimpse of Rhodey talking to a crowd when Tony spun you, a quick wave was exchanged until Tony pulled your attention back to himself. The smile on his face blew you away. It was always that damned smile of his the got you all tied up.

A couple of dances and a few drinks in, you decided to make a choice. Whether it was made by you or liquid courage, you were unsure. Slowly closing the distance...

Tony pulled away before you could even get close enough. “Pep! You made it!” He turned away from you after feeling a tap on his shoulder. 

“I’ve thought it through. Tony, I think it’s great an-“ Pepper didn’t get to finish before Tony pulled her in for a kiss. The whole night this had been worrying him. If he couldn’t have something real with you, he saw Pepper as his last shot at that. 

Yeah, that was pretty sobering. Since you clearly weren’t needed in this situation, you walked out for some air. Finding an empty bench, you looked up at the sky, thinking about everything you had been so close to ruining. God, it was so stupid.

“This seat taken?”

“Please don’t tell me you saw.” You motioned for Rhodey to take a seat.

“I see everything,” he put his coat over your shoulders before sitting down, “Want to talk about it?”

“Thanks...About how I almost ruined my kid’s life? Nope!”

“It couldn’t have been that bad. The two of you have always been touchy-feely. Say it was a kiss aimed for his cheek and he’d probably believe you. Though, I’m not sure if he’s worried much about that at the moment...” Rhodey said. He was tired of this thing the two of you had going to push it anymore. So, he left it between the two of you. If it ended up coming together great! But both of you were too scared to do anything and he had bigger things fish to fry. “How about you and I get out of here and pick up that sweet niece of mine?”

“Can’t mom wants her to stay a couple of days.”

“Damn, there goes plan A. Okay, plan B, how about beers, burgers, and cheesy John Hughes movies?”

“Sounds great to me, Rhodes.”

Neither one of you talked about how plan B was the old plan A. It was Rhodey’s go to comfort move when he was at home and you had fought with Alex. You didn’t want to think about how pathetic it was that he was using it to comfort you with Tony.

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Feel Your Pain 【jjk】

↳ pairing: Jungkook X reader | fluff, smut, angst

↳ au: soulmate! Au

↳ warnings: death, an almost self-inflicted death, smut (degradation, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, oral [f receiving], multiple orgasms, overstimulation, un-protected sex.)

↳ word count: 4,792

When you were young, your fragile and thin skin would always be littered with injuries in some way, shape or form. Over half of these injuries weren’t self-inflicted, they were brought upon you by your very own soulmate.

You were three years old when your parents found odd bruises scattered around your little legs, ones they knew that you did not bring upon yourself. You didn’t understand at such a young age, but your mother stared at the bruises with her shaking hands covering her mouth, and your father was sporting a huge grin on his face. It was the happiest they had looked in a long time, you had realised with a tilted head.

As the days went on and the years flew by, you became more physically exhausted. You found yourself drained of energy more often, opting to lay on the ground and rest your poor body for a while, instead of running and playing in the playground with your fellow classmates and friends. Because of this, you often got called lazy and a ‘spoil sport’, as your classmates would say when they were young. You never took these words to heart, knowing full well by then that the cause of your exhaustion was because of your soulmate, and not yourself. You never expressed your thoughts or worries or delights about how you were feeling because of your soulmate with your mother, only with your father. It wasn’t that you weren’t close with your mother or that she didn’t care, but because you knew it would upset her.

She didn’t like the soulmate system.

Your father and you grew closer because of this. Often, you would both lie in your backyard on a blanket, watching the stars in the night sky above you illuminate things for miles upon miles. The stars really were a beautiful sight to behold.

Your father would leave for work in the mornings before you woke up, so you would wait until he picked you up from school to tell him all of the events of your day and how you were holding up, expressing your thoughts and concerns about your secret soulmate, shaking in anticipation throughout the school days. Your father would join in too, sometimes, making up theories about your soulmate, regularly describing how he should treat you – “like a queen”, he says – and what he could possibly be like. He never found out, though, because by the time fate had decided to stop messing around with both you and your soulmate and you had met, he was already gone. A mysterious disappearance, they say.

You didn’t believe them one bit.

Anyway, by the time you were thirteen you had developed a hobby of singing, along with writing on the side lines. You looked up to many people as artists in the music industry, and wanted one day to become like them, too.

“Momma, I want to be like them one day,” your six year old self says in admiration, eyes sparkling with hope at your dream, whilst pointing at a poster of a popular group worldwide. Your mother’s eyes follow your outstretched arm to the poster and smiles as she sees it.

“Do you, darling? You have to work very hard for it,” she informs your younger self, still smiling as she crouches down to your height. You nod profusely, staring into her eyes and saying,

“I’ll do whatever it takes, momma. I want to make you proud.”

At an older age, you realised how unstable your dreams to become a famous idol actually were and how much you would have to work for them, just like your mother had said. It drained a lot of your remaining energy, however you continued going in your stubborn as ever refusal to give up and your passion for what you were doing. You became a trainee at JYP entertainment at the age of eight. The company treated you well and with a lot of respect throughout your time there, and soon you were picked to debut with four other girls, all very welcoming and older than you. At sixteen, your group had debuted and became a global success after people realised how talented and hard-working you all were. Your constant state of exhaustion was always there, but never held you back as you never let it.

You and your destined soulmate were both too stubborn for your own good. Making music and touring the world made you a very busy person, not having time to do much else other than practice endlessly.

“Seriously, y/n, stop. Go back to the dorms and rest for once,” your eldest group member scolded you, like a repeat of the days before.

Rolling your eyes, you wave your hand at her in dismissal. “Sora, trust me, I’m fine. I’ll rest in a bit, I just need to go over these few moves in the new dance.” When her strong and fierce gaze never stopped burning holes into you, you sighed, “It’s no big deal, I promise.”

“You shouldn’t be so addicted to practicing, y/n. It’s ruining you.”

And then she left, but not without casting yet another worried glace over her shoulder at you, watching as you nodded solemnly and got back into your practice stance.

Jungkook stumbled on the last few moves, almost tripping over his own two feet in his sudden state of drowsiness, his head spinning. It didn’t go unnoticed by his hyungs, who looked at each other frantically, with their eyes screaming in worry. Jungkook’s vision was getting blurry, making it easier to lose balance and fall to the studio’s floor that laid beneath him. Everything went black, and his ears rang, almost drowning out the voices around him completely.

“Jungkook!” Jimin screamed, bolting towards his best friend from the other side of the room, trying to catch his body in his arms, but it was too late. His slumped and exhausted body had already hit the floor.

The next time Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, he was blinded by a bright white, making him groan and cover his eyes with his left arm. He was in the hospital, he realised. But why?

“As if it didn’t take long enough for you to wake up, you idiot,” was the first thing he heard. Still, he couldn’t hear properly, even after being knocked out cold for an entire day. His mind couldn’t pinpoint the person who had just spoken to him’s voice, as it sounded like the person was being muffled by water. Like they were drowning, kind of. Wincing, Jungkook opened his eyes once again, and could now hear almost perfectly clear. “- you scared us all so much, Jungkook-ah!”. Taehyung took a deep breath from the uncomfortable chair by the younger boy’s hospital bed, calming himself down to speak again. “I want answers.” Taehyung demands.

“To be honest, I don’t really have any, Tae,” Jungkook replies, touching his hair like he always does when he’s confused or nervous. The older boy looks at Jungkook cautiously, head tilted slightly to the side and eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? You don’t know why you fainted all of a sudden?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “No clue.”.

“And you haven’t been over-working yourself again, right?”

“Right.”. Taehyung thought over it for a few moments, before his eyes widened, almost bulging out of his head. He leans forward, closer to Jungkook’s bed and whispers, “What if it’s your soulmate?”

At this, Jungkook’s eyes go equally as wide as his friends, a certain glint in his eye that caught Taehyung off guard. Jungkook absent-mindedly bites on his lower lip as he thinks about it. It would make sense, wouldn’t it? It would explain why he was always drained of energy.

Jungkook thought about his soulmate a lot. He never mentioned it to anyone, of course, but the thought of her would always be in his mind somewhere. He constantly felt someone’s presence with him his whole life, until he turned six and his mother explained the soulmate system to him, and then he realised why; it was because he was almost sharing a body with someone else, in the way that his body would be affected by the aftermath of both him and his soulmate’s doings, but because also because he knew that soulmates were destined to be together. They were written in the stars. He thinks about the pain that his soulmate has had to deal with because of him, too, sometimes, and he hopes they aren’t too mad. He tells himself to stop being so silly, though. It’s not like he can help it. If he could, he knows that he would stop doing whatever hurt them for good. The only thing he wants is for them to be safe and out of harm’s way. Snapping himself back to reality, Jungkook shakes his head softly. “No, maybe I’m just tired, Tae.” He nods then, more firmly, not sure whether it’s to convince Taehyung or himself, “yeah, I’m just tired. No worries.” Jungkook worries for you, then.

You’re getting so fed up with this whole soulmate ordeal by now. It’s just another, normal day of your life, but having to drag your body along and ignoring it’s pleads for you to stop and rest is so tiring. There’s no way that you can just stop, though; you’re an idol, and a hard-working one at that. This Is your job and you cannot afford to start slacking now. This has been your dream – it is your dream – so you refuse to stop now.

Your manager knows everything about your situation, and she’s kind enough to stop you and ask if you’re feeling okay enough to start your group’s first world tour. Of course, you smile at her the best you can and reply with a ‘yeah I’m fine, good to go.’ She eyes you sceptically, but nods and carries the conversation on with you as she normally would when you start talking to her about how excited you are for the world tour. Thinking about your fans all around the world being able to see you, their idol, in person gets you all giddy, your head almost spinning as your smile increases in size until your cheeks hurt from smiling too hard.

You will have to work extra hard now. You don’t want to let your fans down.

“Christ,” Jungkook stops and swears under his breath, tears welling up in his eyes from the excruciating pain in his ankle, falling to the floor in agony. He groans aloud, clearly frustrated, as he passes a hand through his hair, pulling on it a little in annoyance. “Stop,” he whimpers, hugging his knees close to his chest as he rests his head on them. “Please.”

But you can’t hear him as he continues to wail for you to stop from the corner of his dorm room, and so you carry on, no matter how badly you want to stop yourself.

The boys start increasingly worrying about Jungkook now. By now, he’s almost screaming ; both in pain and from telling you to stop, even though he knows that you can’t hear him. God, he wishes you could. Maybe then you would stop.

Jimin is biting his nails in the living room, wincing noticeably every time he hears Jungkook get progressively more and more agitated as his soulmate won’t stop.

What the hell are they doing that’s hurting themselves so badly, Jimin asks himself. Meanwhile, Taehyung is starting to think that Jungkook’s soulmate is quite selfish to be putting themselves through this amount of pain, because he knows that they know they’re not the only one that is feeling the pain they are causing.

Taehyung is getting increasingly agitated as time goes by now, too. It’s been hours since Jungkook has first started wailing for you to stop, and he hasn’t seemed to stop for a single second. Taehyung jumps up from the couch, storming with loud and heavy footsteps over to the coat hanger where he grabs his coat, flings it on and walks outside. Taking in a deep breath, he clears himself of any thoughts and starts walking.

“Jin,” Jimin breathes out when he sees his oldest group member retreat from Jungkook’s room, looking dreadful as ever. “How is he?”

Jin looks up from staring at the floor, and looks at Jimin with a blank look. Jungkook lets out a blood-curling scream once again, then drowns it out with his cries again. “I don’t know, Jimin, how does he fucking seem to you,” he seethes, then turns his back on the younger boy without another word.

Jimin’s heart drops then.

He just wants it all to stop, and everyone knows he’s not the only one.

“Where is she?” Somi yells, tears threatening to fall down her face. As a leader and as a best friend, she wanted to look out for you, but how could she when she couldn’t even find you? She knew that you were practicing again – when are you never? It’s all getting too out of hand now, though.

“We don’t know, Somi. I’m sorry. We’ve looked almost everywhere by now…” Minsoo says, her voice breaking.

Somi immediately pulls her friend and fellow group member into a hug and rubs her back reassuringly. “We’ll find her, I’m sure. We have to.”

“B-but it’s been hours, Somi! Who knows what she could have done to herself by now.. What if we’re too late?” Mina whispers, voicing her doubts as she cried freely.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Somi lets go of Minsoo after making sure that she’s alright, and stands straight. “It’s going to be alright, girls. We’re going to find her and make sure that she can never do this again, alright?  Now let’s go. We still have a few more places we need to check.”

Hyejin was the one who found you, in the end. She found you on the floor, trails and small pools of blood around the room, and then your body unconscious in the middle of the room, curled into a ball with tear stains dried up on your cheeks. Hyejin called an ambulance immediately after finding you, and whilst you were still knocked out in the hospital bed, all bandaged up and on the road to recovery, she called Somi and informed her of where you both were. With Somi and the rest of your group members on the way, Hyejin took your hand into hers, tracing soothing circles on your palms and closing her eyes.

As much as she tried to get rid of it, the picture of the room in the state she found you in itched and burned inside of her mind. The pools of your own blood on the floor, you curled up into a ball, you unconscious and barely breathing. Your pain. Shaking her head with a sigh, she let her head fall against the back of the uncomfortable hospital chair as she drifted to sleep.

“What the fuck were you thinking, y/n? You almost danced yourself to fucking death!” your manager exclaims, throwing her hands in the air.

“I wasn’t thinking, okay? Are you happy now? I know that it was irresponsible and I apologise on my part for that, I truly do, but can you just stop? It’s getting over-whelming, having people screaming all of my stupid decisions at me all of the fucking time!” you respond, raising your voice and then lowering it again, apologising. You rub your temples softly as you feel a headache approaching.

Your manager, Soobin, sighs as she engulfs you into a hug, holding onto you tightly as you let a single tear fall. “I just want you to be safe, that’s all,” she whispers in your ear.

You choke back a sob. “I know. I am so sorry.”

Before you and your group started your world tour, you had to attend an awards show. You were nominated for two awards: new artist of the year (female group) and the world rookie award. You also had a live performance there, where you would perform one of your new songs “breathe.” There were also another few performances, but the only other group you can remember that is performing was BTS.

Once again, you got into the routine of practicing for the performance, however you always had another member to stay with you and made sure you don’t get too far ahead of yourself whenever you decided you needed or wanted to practice some more. It helped a bit, though. You were starting to get some self-control over practicing again.

Your time backstage at the award show, just before your performance was spent with the rest of your members, going over anything that needed a few light, last minute tweaks or improvements. You were all especially nervous for this performance, as it was your first time at an award show that you were nominated or something in, and you had just found out that you had won not just the one, but the both of the awards that you were nominated for and now you definitely did not want to mess up on stage and let your fans down. Luckily, you and your members were great in your performance and did not mess up once or let your fans down. At the end of your performance, as you were leaving the stage, however, you tripped and fell, resulting in you scraping your leg on the edge of the stage, giving you a huge, definitely noticeable cut all the way up your left thigh, leaving a trail of your red blood in its wake.

Jungkook hissed from the crowd, clenching his teeth together in silent pain. Dammit, soulmate, he thought. Now really isn’t the time.

Jungkook’s hiss was mostly drowned out by the deafening cheers of the crowd, however Jimin and Jin, who stood right next to the youngest of the group, had heard his hiss and looked at him questioningly.

“Soulmate,” his response was, looking straight ahead as he sat down. The older men followed his actions and sat down next to him.

Jin sighed, “What did she do now?”

“Cut her leg, I think. I don’t really know, but it stings like a bitch.”

Jimin nodded his head, motioning backstage. “Come on, let’s check it out.”

The three men made their way backstage after Jin informed Namjoon of where they were going and why, and Jin sat Jungkook down as he inspected his leg. “Ouch,” he winced lightly, looking at the cut. “You’ll have to clean it, but it looks relatively good. Might leave a small scar where it’s deepest, but I’m not one hundred percent sure.”. Jimin laughs softly from next to where Jungkook was sat, shaking his head with a small smile on his face.

“How is that girl so clumsy, is what I want to know,” Jungkook mused. Jin and Jimin laughed.

Namjoon walked over to where Jin, Jimin and Jungkook sat on the sofa backstage and smiled tightly at the youngest member. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, just a cut. We’ll be fine.”

“Good.” Silence filled the air for a minute, before the leader pulls out his phone and unlocks it, showing it to Jungkook without warning. Jungkook looks at the picture and freezes in his spot. Jin and Jimin do the same. The youngest looks up at his leader and best friend, a certain glint that only appears when his soulmate is mentioned. “Y-you mean…?”

“Yes,” Namjoon nods, smiling at how genuinely happy his friend looks, for the first time in a while. “y/n is your soulmate.”

You looked up to BTS as a group and the member as individuals, both in the music industry way and in how they were such genuinely kind, warm-hearted and down to earth people. They were your idols. When you said you wished you could meet them, you didn’t mean like this. Not after tripping when coming off stage and accidentally cutting your thigh, then finding out that Jeon Jungkook, of all people, has the exact same cut as you in the exact same place.

You and Jungkook were soulmates.

 Somi and Mina helped you walk to the room where you were meeting your supposed soulmate, and then left with Namjoon and Seokjin to leave you both alone. After entering the room and closing the door behind you, you looked around the room, spotting Jungkook straight in front of you, sat on the couch and staring at you with his big, bright, doe eyes. “Uh, hi,” you awkwardly said, standing frozen in your place.

“Hi, soulmate,” he replied after a moment, his blank face morphing into his signature cheeky, bunny like smile. “You don’t have to be so shy, you know?” he giggles.

The more time you spent with Jungkook, the more comfortable you became. After your first encounter, you and Jungkook spoke for hours upon hours about anything and everything, until you couldn’t think of anything else to talk about. You met up weekly at a different coffee shop each time. You liked being in Jungkook’s warm company, you figured. Jungkook had teased you about being soulmates countless times, but as you started to spend more time with each other, he suddenly stopped and became serious with you about it. You spoke to each other about your soulmate situation for a while, and decided that, after a few weeks, it was time to make things official. Of course, things like this don’t stay a secret from the paparazzi for long, and as soon as you started dating, and even before, thousands of articles about the both of you had suddenly been thrown into the world, leaving the both of you laughing when some fans tried to come up with theories on why you were with each other when they claimed to be your ‘actual’ soulmate.

“Y/n?” Jungkook asked quietly, fiddling with the promise ring on your finger as a new nervous tic of his.

“Yeah?” you questioned, cuddling into his chest and sighing in content at his bodies warmth.

“That one day – why were you over working yourself so hard?”

Your body stilled against his in an instant. Jungkook’s heart was beating so rapidly under his chest where your head was lifted a little that he was afraid you would be able to hear it beating, on edge at your reaction.

You were searching for the words to say for a while, before sighing and answering, “I don’t like making mistakes. I’m a perfectionist when it comes to myself and what I do, and I don’t want to let the fans down either. I just- I’ve been addicted to practicing for years, Jungkook. I don’t have any self-control when it comes to practicing, I don’t.” You were silent for a moment, before finishing, “I’ve been better in the recent months, though. Because of you, mostly. You’ve helped me improve who I am, so thank you. You take care of me well.”  At this, your boyfriend and soulmate beams at you, knocking the breath out of you as you’re lost in how beautiful he looks in that moment. You lift your head from Jungkook’s chest, then, and lean closer to him until you can feel your harboured breaths mixing with each other, before Jungkook leans in and presses his lips to yours passionately, igniting fires inside of you that you never knew were possible.

Jungkook was relentless as the kiss became more heated, his lips biting down onto your bottom lip softly as you let out a breathy moan, suddenly aware of your aching core. Jungkook started trailing down to your neck, placing sweet kisses there a few times before softly sucking at the skin, making sure to leave behind some red mark to claim you.

“Take your top off,” he groaned into your ear, watching as you obeyed him, lifting your top above your head and throwing it onto the floor absentmindedly, locking lips with him immediately after. You were like an almost starved lion searching for it’s pray right now; you were getting desperate.

Once all of yours and Jugkook’s clothes were abandoned, finding a place to stay on the floor instead, Jungkook wasted no time in littering hickeys all the way down your chest and to the bottom of your stomach, stopping right where you wanted him the most; your dripping wet core.

Jungkook chuckled, eyeing your pussy. “Eager, are we, baby?” You wriggled under his stare at his words, moaning out. You look to where Jungkook is, head between your thighs, legs thrown over his shoulders and looking at you intensely in the eyes. “You’re fucking dripping, baby. So wet for me, huh? I bet I could just slip my cock right into your pretty little pussy so easily,” he spoke sinful words huskily, back to eyeing your cunt in front of him. You moaned again, clearly showing the effect his words had on you. You wanted him so badly.

“Oh, you’d like that, huh?” he taunts, breath fanning over your folds, moaning instantly. “Oh my god, you smell so good, my pretty baby.”

“Jungkook, please…” you whined, moving your hips up, trying to tease him until he would waste no more time on giving you what you wanted.

It worked like a charm. In no time, Jungkook held his hands on your hips, securing them in place, pupils displayed full-blown as he devoured your pussy like he was a starving animal. He moaned about how good you tasted into your core, the vibrations sending shocks through your entire body, making you gasp.

“Fuck, Jungkook.. shit! You’re going to make me cum, Jungkook!” you moan loudly, your mouth agape as your body trembled, your legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

Jungkook didn’t stop there, though. He kitten licked at your pussy again, adding two fingers this time, until he made you cum another time, and then again until he almost made you cum, once again and he pulled away with a cocky smirk. He crawled up your body until he reached your face, your legs wrapping automatically around his hips as he kissed you, your mouths moving wildly against each other as your hands threaded themselves through his hair.

“Please, Jungkook,” you begged, pulling away from the kiss with a desperate look on your face, “please fuck me.”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook swears into your mouth before pulling back, “begging for my cock, without me even asking,” he tutted, “what a dirty slut you are, huh?”

Without any warning, Jungkook suddenly thrusts straight up into you, just slipping through your folds through the amount of your wetness.

You moaned the loudest you ever have then, screaming his name as he circled his hips over your over-stimulated clit. Then, he pulls out of you, just to slam right back in, and the rhythm starts then. Jungkook’s hands wrap around your neck, pressing lightly as he growls, “tell me, who makes you this much of a slut?”

“Fuck!” you scream. It was all too much for your overstimulated cunt. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you swallowed them back. “You, Jungkook, you make me a slut! You’re the only one i am a slut for, Jungkook! Oh fuck..”

Your walls clenched around Jungkook’s dick as he moaned loudly again, kissing and sucking on your neck.

“Shit, princess, do that again,” he gasped in your ear, and you did.

“Fuck! Jungkook, may I cum? I’ve been a good slut for you today, haven’t I? I need to cum Jungkook, please let me cum!” you sob through the immense pleasure you’re feeling.

Jungkook groans again, “yes, you may cum, baby. You’ve been such a girl for me today, my baby. You did a good job,” he praised as you came undone around his dick, screaming out his name a few last times.

Jungkook came soon after you, pulling out of you and cumming on your breasts just in time. After, he fell breathless on top of your body, his hands trying to hold your hips still, trying to calm down after his strong orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, you did so well today, i’m so proud of you. You were so fucking tight around me and you tasted so great,” he praised, you whined at him telling him not to wind you up because you don’t think your body can handle a round two tonight. He laughed, kissing your forehead.

“Okay, princess, just rest for me now, okay? i’ll be here with you in the morning, just get some sleep..”

In your last moment of consciousness, you heard him mumble, “i’ll always take care of you, my baby,” against your head, making you fall asleep with a soft smile on your face.

[ginnympotter]

By Light-Years // Chapter 5: Winter...Five Years Later

A/N: Here's the final chapter of this story. Thank you so much for reading and commenting and giving kudos- they all mean so much to me. I struggled a bit with this chapter as it's kinda cheesy but I guess we all gotta indulge in the cheesiness every now and then. I hope you like it.  You can also read it on AO3

“Can you believe it’s been six years since we met?”

“I know. It feels so much longer,” says Harry. He smiles. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

“Merlin, get a room!” Ginny exclaims as the two embrace.

“I swear, Ron gets more sentimental about his anniversary with Harry than with me,” Hermione tells her.

“Even though they both have me to thank,” Ginny snorts.

Harry and Ron separate, Ron throwing a grimace at Ginny. “Hey, we became mates before you two even started dating. You didn’t even want to go to the pub with us! And would you two even be together if we didn’t stay friends and invite him to Fred and George’s party?”

“But you wouldn’t have met him if I wasn’t a Quidditch player!”

“I think we would’ve met anyway,” says Harry. “It was meant to be.”

Hermione and Ron laugh as Ginny rolls her eyes at them, though she feels utterly happy. “C’mon,” she says, reaching out for Harry’s hand. “Let’s say goodbye to the boys.”

Harry clasps hands with his wife, and Hermione and Ron follow them down the hall. Lily is attempting to feed Rose and Albus, who are both laughing and clapping, while James is sitting with his namesake, drawing something alongside him at the table, concentrating hard. Harry walks over to the two, complimenting his son’s picture. James excitedly shows his father his in-progress masterpiece and Ginny watches them, her heart swelling with love. Then she hears adult James whine, “What about my picture?” which causes Lily to roll her eyes dramatically.

Ron laughs at Rose and Albus, their food-clad hands and faces as they giggle together. “These two are going to be best mates,” he predicts, leaning over and planting a kiss on his daughter’s forehead. Rose grabs his nose tightly which causes Albus to screech with joy. Ginny looks at her youngest son and sighs. “I’m going to miss him.”

“It’ll only be a few hours, dear,” Lily reassures her as she successfully gets a spoonful of food into Albus’s mouth as Ron breaks free from his daughter’s hold. Albus’s wide, emerald green eyes find Ginny’s, and as he swallows his food he reaches for her.

She moves closer to him and touches his face, smiling at how much he resembles his father, having both his and Lily’s eyes. She plants a kiss on his cheek. “Mummy and Daddy will be back soon, Al.”

“Don’t worry,” Ron says, putting an arm around his sister as she pulls away from her son. “Rosie will look after him. She’s only nine months old and she’s already more mature than me.”

Hermione hands Ron his cloak, then fastens her own before swooping down and kissing Rose goodbye. “Thanks so much again, Lily.”

“Of course, kids. Anytime, you know that,” she says. Then she turns to Ginny. “Did you speak to Sirius?”

Ginny nods. “Spoke to him through Harry’s mirror a bit ago, he only had a minute but he sends his love.”

“Good,” Lily replies. She reaches out and squeezes Ginny’s arm. “I’m sure you’ll do great tonight, sweetheart. We’ll be listening on the wireless.”

Ginny smiles, feeling conflicted. She’s excited and nervous and doesn’t want to leave her sons. Harry walks over to her, carrying their eldest. “Wish Mummy good luck, James.”

“G’luck!” he manages, reaching out and tugging on a piece of her hair.

“Thanks, baby,” she whispers, kissing his head. “You’re going to be good while we’re gone, right? And helpful to Grandmum and Granddad?”

He nods his head in an exaggerated fashion, and Harry kisses him as well before putting him down. “And look after your brother and cousin, yeah?”

James nods again before puddering back off to his drawing at the table with his grandfather, who shouts to Ginny, “Kick some arse out there, Weasley!”

“James, there are children here besides you, you have to watch your language. We’re trying to keep them free of your corruption for as long as possible!” Lily scowls, and they all laugh.

Harry hugs and kisses his mother before he walks over to Albus, and then Lily hugs Ginny, giving her more words of encouragement. Albus begins to cry as they walk towards the door, and Ginny stops in her tracks. “He needs me-”

Ron steers her back toward the door. “Don’t be thick, Lily’s got him. You don’t want to be late, do you?”

Harry intertwines his fingers with hers, giving her reassuring pressure. “He’ll be alright,” he whispers, leading them out the door. “We’ve left James alone for this long plenty of times and he’s turned out alright so far, hasn’t he? I mean, relatively speaking. So will Al.”

She reluctantly follows, trying to drown out the sound of Albus’s cries as she returns the pressure to Harry’s hand. She’d only been leaving for short periods of time over the past few weeks to return to practice while Harry stayed with the kids, schedule permitting, but this was her first game back on the field.

They close the door of the Godric’s Hollow cottage behind them, and Ginny exhales deeply. Hermione grabs her hand and the four of them twist on the spot into nothingness.

They apparate right outside the stadium, and Ginny is surprised to see almost her entire family waiting there for her: Molly, Arthur, Bill and Fleur, Percy, Fred and George. Molly and Arthur immediately walk forward, and she sighs with relief as their arms envelop her. They tell her Charlie sends his best and wishes he could be there. Luna is there too, decked out in Harpies gear. After all greetings are exchanged, and Fred and George chastise Ron for wearing a Chudley Cannon jersey while they’re all decked out in Harpies gear (“They need some moral support! It’s not like they’re going to win, anyway! Ginny’s fine with it!”), the twins give a rather encouraging speech about how she has nothing to worry about because she would score more than all three Cannons chasers combined with her eyes closed. The family wishes their final “good luck”s and goes off to their seats in the topbox, but Harry lags behind to have one more moment alone.

Ginny falls into Harry’s arms, and they hold each other for a few long moments. “You’re going to be brilliant,” he says confidently. “Their record has been suffering without you, you know that.”

She nods against him, breathing him in to sooth her nerves. He removes his chin from atop her head and places his hands firmly on the sides of her face, fingers behind her head and in her hair. “Remember your first game back after James was born? You remember the score, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She smiles meekly. “It was 390 to 60.”

“And how many of those points were yours?”

She bites her lip. “I think it was 130?”

Harry laughs, and she feels the vibrations of his chest against her own. “You think?”

“Ok, I know, I was on fire,” she concedes. “Happy?”

“Yes,” he whispers before dipping his head down to kiss her. “You’ve got this, Gin.”

She pushes herself up to kiss him again, but just moments later they hear a voice call out, “Oi, no Puddlemore players permitted back here!”

They pull apart, Ginny groaning but Harry chuckling. “Sorry, Jones,” he calls back, letting go of Ginny. He smiles at her one last time. “Bring it home.”

She’s rocking Albus to sleep when Harry taps lightly on the doorframe of the nursery. “James is all bathed and clean and wants to show you what he’s wearing to sleep.”

She cranes her neck a bit to see James hiding behind his father. “Let me see,” she says quietly.

James jumps out from behind his father’s legs right towards his mother, and then jumps into a stance for her to see; he’s decked out in Holyhead Harpies pajamas. “I’m you, Mummy!”

She gasps. “Oh my god, you precious boy,” she swoons, putting one arm out for him to run into. She kisses him all over his face before asking, “Did you choose to wear these yourself?”

He nods, smiling widely.

“He said he wanted to wear Mummy’s team’s pajamas since she won her big match today,” Harry chimes in. “Didn’t even look at his Puddlemore ones.”

“He’s so smart,” she says, before kissing his face again. She runs her fingers through his hair and looks down at him. “Why doesn’t Daddy read you a story in bed while I finish putting Al to sleep, and then I’ll come and tuck you in, alright?”

“Ok,” says James, and then he leans over and very gently presses a kiss to his little brother’s head. Albus’s eyes flutter as James pulls away and walks back over to his father, taking his hand and steering him out of the room.

Ginny sighs happily as she continues to rock Albus in her arms. Once he’s finally asleep she places him gently in his crib and joins her other two boys in James’s room. She sits next to him on the bed as Harry continues reading Babbitty Rabbitty. Ginny tucks James, who is struggling to keep his eyes open, more tightly into bed as Harry finishes the story. They kiss him goodnight and go downstairs, and Ginny plops down on the sofa, groaning. “I’m beat .”

Harry sits down next to her, planting his mouth softly on her neck. Ginny emits a low, content sigh as he litters gentle kisses up her throat, across her jaw, then against her lips. “You were brilliant today,” he whispers against her. “As we knew you would be.”

Ginny kisses him in response, lightly scratching the back of Harry’s neck.

“And Al survived,” he says when they part.

Ginny pinches his neck hard. “Not funny.”

Harry chuckles, his thumb stroking her cheek. “It’s a little funny.”

He reaches into his pocket for his wand and flicks it towards the kitchen. A container of ice cream and two spoons zoom towards them: Ginny catching the container, Harry the spoons.”I like the way you think,” she says, ripping a spoon out of Harry’s hand and flinging the container cover off onto the coffee table.

She digs in and practically moans as she puts the spoon in her mouth, causing Harry to chortle. He scoops some into his spoon as well, and they eat happily in silence for a few minutes. Then, Harry nudges her. “Mental that we met six years ago, eh?” he muses. “And this exact ice cream played a role in getting us where we are today.”

“But that was a few months later,” Ginny reminds him, taking another spoonful. “And technically we met seven years ago, I just was too afraid to talk to you then.”

“And now look at us.”

“Shacked up together with some spawn.”

“You really have a way with words.”

She licks her spoon slowly, wiggling her eyebrows at him. “You know, I’m thinking of going into writing maybe, if I ever decide to retire from Quidditch. So thanks for your flattery.”

Harry emits a low, involuntary groan. “My pleasure.”

Ginny laughs as she watches him gulp, his adam’s apple moving slowly. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, my love.”

“Is it?”

She throws the container and their spoons on the coffee table, grabs his collar, and drags his mouth to hers again, and the vibration of Harry’s moan at the touch of her tongue sends shivers down her spine to her toes. She laughs. “Is that moan for the treacle taste, or me?”

“Both,” he snickers. “The two loves of my life.”

Before he can dive back in, Ginny fakes a gasp. “Not our children?”

Harry makes a noise of annoyance. “Ok fine, two out of the four loves of my life.”

“Better,” she smiles. “You may proceed.”

He scoffs, but kisses her anyway, his hands securely on her face, Quidditch calluses at home on her cheeks. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispers against her mouth in between kisses. “I’m so lucky. I’m so in love with you.”

Ginny smiles hard against him, and then extracts her face from his, still holding his shirt but putting space between their faces. An overwhelming wave of affection crashes against her ribs as she absorbs his words. She examines his face, which breaks out into a crooked smile. “What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” she tells him, feeling her heart flutter even now at how vivid his green eyes are. She takes a hand and lightly traces the side of his face. Echoing a paraphrase of something Harry says often, she states, “I just want a minute to look at you.”

His smile widens, bright and beaming. “You can have as many minutes as you’d like. Enough to make up forever, in fact.”

“How corny,” she snorts lovingly.

“Hey, don’t blame me. Isn’t that in our wedding vows? Til death due us part? I didn’t come up with it!”

Ginny traces his shining face one more time before she pulls him into a forceful hug, burying her face into his neck. Harry laughs as he secures his arms around her, returning the pressure. When Ginny does not pull away, he almost whispers, “You alright?”

She nods, her chin digging into his shoulder. “Yeah,” she whispers back. “I love you.”

He kisses the top of her head and pulls her even closer to him, sighing happily. Keeping hold of him, she adjusts their position so that they’re lying down; Harry on his back, head against the arm rest; Ginny on her stomach, pressed up against her husband, eyes closed and content, allowing exhaustion to sweep over her. Next thing she knows she’s barely awake as Harry carries her to their room, laying her down on the bed, helping her undress as she’s done for him so many times, covering her up with the blankets before he joins her underneath them just a few minutes later, wrapping his arms around her middle, pulling her close to him, kissing her shoulder and whispering goodnight. And as she adjusts herself more snuggly against him, she thinks about that day they met after their match, and how much she wished she could just act cool instead of angry and aloof so she could love him like she fantasized for so long, possibly receiving his love in return, hoping that maybe it could live up to her expectations.

And now she does. And it exceeds them by light-years.