#imagine me sobbing on the floor except i cant do that because i have to work so instead im taking too many bathroom breaks on the job

[notedchampagne]

when the tasks are repeating and never ceasing?

[serqphites]

hiiii katie!! i’ve been in a massive longlegs phase (mostly bc of lee let’s be honest) and your blog has been a GODSEND 🤍 i’ve been thinking of writing a lee fic for a while but i had a lil idea that i wanted to send your way 🤭

i cannot get over the idea of wife!lee with r on a beach trip—especially if her wife fucking loooves it. she’s not a huge fan of going to the beach (her autistic ass does not fuck with sand) but she’ll go every couple of years bc ofc she’s going to deal with it for her woman!!!!! she’d sit on the beach watching r letting herself get absolutely DEMOLISHED by waves and she thinks it’s cutie af. she will (VERY reluctantly) get in the water once her twice but if something touches her leg? she’s screaming like he arm is getting chopped off she would HATE THATTT.

lol that’s all!! i just love ur blog and i would love to see u expand on this because ur like The Lee Harker Blog Ever for me :) much love 🤍🤍

— gracie

hello gracie !! oh my god PLEASE write a lee fic i will reblog it until the day that i die. also so honoured you wanted to send this my way hello?? i could cry 🫶 AND THEN YOU ALSO SAID IM THE LEE HARKER BLOG FOR YOU?? sobbing throwing up rolling around on the floor literally deceased

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lee fucking HATESSSS the beach (girl me too) her autistic ass can’t handle it. the sand sticking to her? AHHHHH. the water that’s freezing and lowkey stinks? FUCKKKKK. yeah no this really isn’t for her.

except for the fact it now is because her wife loves it arguably more than she loves her!!

god i can just picture it now, you’re walking onto the beach so fucking happy to finally be back after not going for ages (lee cried and locked herself inside the house the last time you tried to go), and then there’s lee… 🧍‍♀️ girly is just stood on the pathway that leads up to the sand, your bags and folded up towels in hand as she refuses to take just one little step forward onto the sand.

you have to push her to the spot you’d like your towels placed

lee sits on her towel and doesn’t move, she won’t even uncross her legs. she’s just sat awkwardly leaning over the towel so she can make you a sandcastle <3 she’s using various children’s tools she’d ordered from amazon to build, picking up the shells around her to turn them into decoration.

she’s so proud of herself when you come back from the water for a drink 😭 “honey! look what i made you” and she’s all shyyyy

also lee is 100% the kind of person to write your initials in a heart in the sand, and not small too she wants it to be seen by everyone, just so they all get the message (aka “stop staring at my wife’s ass you pervs”).

ice creams on the beach!!! lee is so mad at the wasps swarming her LMAOOO you’re actually petrified so you’ve moved, poor lee is trying to be brave and impress you but if they get too close she drops her act to scream like a child.

after hours of trying to convince her to get into the water, she finally agrees! you lead her to the water (despite her purposefully moving slower than a sloth) and let go of her hand to make your way in, assuming she’d follow.

🧍‍♀️”i don’t want to :/”

SHES SO CUTE I CANT IM LITERALLY ABT TO CRY JUST THINKING ABT HER

“come on baby you can do it! it’s just water!” you attempt to encourage her, and surprisingly it works. lee veryyy slowly starts inching her way towards the water, a wave crashing into her ankle just as she does so. she makes various weird noises, you know when you eat something that feels like it’s just come straight out of a volcano? it sounds something like that.

but hey she’s doing it! she’s walking towards you with a big smile on her face, your expression mirroring her own. that is until lee feels something slimy wrapping around her leg, imagine the scream she lets out when she glances down to discover there’s a green alien trying to worm its way inside of her (there’s seaweed on her leg).

my girl runs for the hills. screaming like she’s being tortured before dropping onto the sand and swatting her attacker away (which is again, seaweed).

you make your way over to her in an instant, removing the seaweed from her leg as you stifle a laugh. the woman, your wife, now caked head to toe in sand… even the poor girls eyelashes have sand in them.

“can we go home please?” poor baby :(

once you’ve returned to the comfort of your own home, lee gets the most cuddles she’s ever gotten from you in her life. despite her silliness (not silliness, she was very viciously attacked by aliens) you’re still so incredibly proud of her for facing her fears and going on a fun little adventure with you.

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC X Skater reader, except the reader is new and has no idea how to skate and keeps falling all the time,,,

TADC cast x skater!reader !

Wasnt sure if you meant roller skate or skate boarding so I might flip flop between those two I hope that's okay! I also have a similar request for a roller skater reader that I answered a few days ago, which I will link at the end of this post!

Written in mobile!

Side thing idk if it's because I have so many requests rn or what, but I SWEAR my inbox is bugging, I keep seeing requests I didnt notice before... maybe I just accidentally overlooked them? But I SWEAR it wasnt there before because I have looked at my current inbox a dozen times now over the past few days

Idk

CAINE:

Regardless of if ypure a roller skater or a skate boarder, hell or even an ice skater; if you're having trouble keeping your balance, Caine will hover above you and steady you. Hands on your shoulders, or hands under your arms... he may even grab your hands and lift them up while guiding you

I think its very sweet

Manifests a digital cushion for when you fall over

Regardless of if your body is part skate, or you just skate as a hobby, he will cheer you on the same

POMNI:

Honestly you've probably slipped backwards and fell onto her. She probably makes a squeaky toy noise when your weight slams into her... good news about this being the digital world, neither of you are going to be significantly hurt!

If you're wearing skates you guys probably stumble and struggle to get back up... it's a little sad to watch..

RAGATHA:

Insists that you wear a helmet and knee pads. Like sure you cant get permanently hurt, but it makes her feel better !

Helps you try to keep you steady by putting her hands on your sides or shoulders... nervously walks beside you while helping you.. pro awkwardly hovers her hands over you as well as you get more confident with it

JAX:

Either will actually help you or may he a menace... "endurance training" but its actually not endurance training that's just what he says when he throws a bunch of those tiny bouncing rubber balls into your path

"Expect the unexpected " type shit

I mean he would still help you up, I think

Not many thoughts here <\3

KINGER:

Balances you by standing behind you and holding your hands/wrists up... kinda looks like you two are dancing or something. Except you're on a skateboard while he walks you around the floor

Very sweet about it

Kind of gives off the energy of a guardian trying to teach their kid how to ride a bike

Its sweet I think

I would let kinger teach me how to ride a bike

I still dont know how to ride a bike

Hes so so encouraging, too

ZOOBLE:

Thinks that you skate is cool.... oh, you're new to it..? show them what you got!

Oh...

OOOOH...

Ooooh noooo... you just face planted into the floor

I think they would also try to guide you threw it. Probably the only one I can see who skated before, though in their past life in the real world

Maybe jax did but idk

I think they would join you, besides they kind of wish to see if they csn relearn how to do it with their new body

Yay bonding activities

Not many ideas for zooble either.. sobs

GANGLE:

Unique take for gangle, imagine not only do you struggle to keep steady while you're skating, imagine you struggle with stopping. I think you can see how this goes. Imagine you accidentally ram into her while trying to stop.. I mean look at it this way... her ribbons get stuck in your wheels so technically.. you do stop..! Pleade be gentle picking her out... I can only imagine how gnarly that feels

[safetycar-restart]

AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE HEAR ME OUT

needy, whiny baby charles who just wants you so bad, but you’re busy working on your computer - so you let him suck on your fingers while he jerks himself off for you, drooling all over your hand?!

being busy with assignments and projects works takes a toll on your mind. so once you reach home, you simply make it your goal to complete everything in a single sitting. that's when charles comes into play.

just uh. can you imagine him whining, pawing at your pants, shuffling around.. waiting for you to just look at him? and when you finally do, he'd rest his head on your thigh, lips dangerously close to your fingers. you see the way his eyes sparkle and push open his mouth for him to suck them.

FUCK AND THE DROOLING? charles is such a messy boy! he'd jerk himself off, dripping all over himself, the floor, wherever he is. he lets out the prettiest muffled high pitched whines when you thrust your fingers down his throat as a warning to keep it down, so you can focus on your work.

of course you'd give your sweet boy a nice and slow handjob later, while he's curled up in your lap, looking pretty and cozy <3.

- 📓

I... oh my fucking god 📓 anon you have once again outdone yourself. This is fucking incredible I am obsessed.

Firstly, you were far too optimistic when you thought that you would be able to get some work done in peace at home knowing that Charles is also home. Because how dare you think of doing something that Charles cant do with you?

No. If you're at home then Charles MUST be involved, those are the rules.

So you get home, stopping by the bedroom to say hello to Charles and kiss his forehead and then tell him you're off to the work for a little while. Charles smiles and wishes you well and you think that's fine.

Except you said 'a little while' which Charles naturally assumed to mean that you'd be working for all of 5 minutes and then come back for kisses and cuddles and slipping a hand down his pants. And that's what he thinks about, about you coming back into the bedroom and letting him cuddle into your arms and telling him about your day and softly taking him apart.

But then 10 minutes have passed and you aren't back? He huffs, very unhappy that you haven't returned and after another 5 minutes, he goes to find you. Because now he's lonely AND horny and you must fix both of these very pressing issues.

When he sees you working at the desk, he's not happy. Dont you know that desk is just for show?? You can't actually use that desk for work because then you can't be focusing on him?? Mean.

Naturally he simply must come kneel next to your chair. He doesnt even consider walking up to you or actually asking, because he's your little subby baby!! He can't be expected to actually ask you for things like that, not when he's this horny.

Maybe you're so focused that you dont even notice him come in? You just suddenly feel something touch your leg and look down to see Charles kneeling under your desk? He whines at you, pawing at your pants and shuffling into the space between your legs when you open them, his face resting on your thigh.

"Hello there," you say sweetly, stroking his cheek, "You alright?"

He nods, turning his head to try and get your fingers in his mouth but you remove your hand before he can. He whines louder this time, trying to chase your fingers, tears in his eyes because he needs to suck on something!!!

"Charles," you say, "I have to use my hands to type."

Charles either doesnt hear you or doesn't care, because he just continues to whine and try to stretch himself up enough to reach your hands.

You realise pretty quickly that you'll have to let him suck on your fingers. Because he's kneeling at your feet with tears in his eyes and a very hard cock and if you ignore him now, he'll be sobbing for the rest of the evening. Charles is your good boy yes, but he's also your needy little sub and you have to take care of him properly.

So you move your hand down and let him suck on your fingers. He takes two of your fingers into his mouth, immediately relaxing. His eyes shut, leaning against you and just calming down because now he can suckle on your fingers.

You tell he can jerk himself off, telling him to make himself cum for you. And well, of course he's more than happy to do so.

And yeah he's so messy!!! He's drooling all over your hand, made worse by the whining and moaning he's doing. And he's leaking precum all over the floor. You can't help thrusting your fingers into his mouth, making him gag a little as he gets closer because you know he loves that.

You just type with one hand as Charles jerks himself, crying and whining around your fingers.

Once he cums, you just have to move your working session to the couch. There's no way you can be away from Charles at the moment and you're not about to let him lay on the hard floor (which he absolutely would by the way).

So you help him up and onto the couch into the living room, quickly stopping by the kitchen to wash your hand and then grabbing your laptop and curling up on the couch. Charles is asleep in seconds.

And when he wakes, he's hard again but you've finished your work and it's time for a slow hand job before he slides off your lap and returns the favour.

[cheemken]

Man, how WOULD Iris react to her friends asking her about the champions dragging her to hell and back??

She’d definitely freak out because they KNOW. They know what happens behind closed doors and the last person who found out got murdered for it. She already lost her grandfather, she doesn’t want to lose the last people she truly cares about

Maybe she’s try comfort Hilbert, telling him that he had no idea what was happening and it wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t have known, she really, really didn’t want to tell any of them what happened because she feared for their lives

Also so true King “This is Home” is definitely the Unova Kids in the Villain AU. They (slightly) don’t care about what Iris was done, or how she acts now, they just want their friend back. Now that they know that her new personality is the result of the champions abusing her mentally and physically, they have a reason to help her come back to them. To come back home where she belongs, not with the champions

But ough just Hilbert pulling her close and hugging her, trying not to cry right then and there because they’re comforting Iris not him. And just the other four joining the hug and telling Iris that it’s okay, they’ll help her, she doesn’t have to do this alone anymore, and that they’re sorry they never truly helped her in the past

Man Iris is just sobbing. She finally got genuine comfort and love from someone for the first time in years. Not like the champions who’d do it to mess with her head. And she’s clinging so tightly to them, scared that they’ll disappear if she lets go, but she’s knows that her friends can’t do anything, she won’t let them.

Because the last person who interfered died, and she doesn’t want the same to happen to the only people keeping her sanity intact. She’s BREAK if it were to happen

And Diantha knows just that

Bro I'm

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME😭😭😭😭

No but

OUGH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

No cause I've been thinking abt that last night too😭😭😭

Like,,,, OUGH VHDMFBMDBD shit how can I be normal after this the bw brainrot is so fucking real today

Imagine tho, Iris almost doesn't wanna leave the others bc if she does, then the Champions might attack them the same way they did w Drayden, and God she can't lose them, not them, please not them I love them please don't take them away from me too, and god she's there clinging tight on to Hilbert, crying on his chest going on how she's fucking terrified to let go, she's terrified to leave them, cause the last time someone knew abt this, the last time she left that person too, she came back to him on the floor dead with all the champions around him, and just jcmcbcnd

And the others tell her that she doesn't have to deal w the Champions anymore, that they're taking her away from them, and if they have to fight them then so be it, they don't care, they'll save Iris from them

And suddenly... Suddenly Diantha's there, the other champions too

"my, my, have I not told you that a champion doesn't cry, Iris?" She says, eyes glowing, the other champions w her, a Master Ball in hand.

And god Iris could just feel the dread and terror sinking in too, her hands were trembling as she slowly looked at Diantha, that lazy smirk on the Kalos Champion's face.

"you know, when Gengar had told me about your meeting with your friends, I paid no heed. Of course, you and Hau have your own friends, don't you?" Then she sighed, almost disappointed, "and now you want to battle us champions?"

Hilbert pulls Iris close to him, growling at Diantha, "she's not the only one, we'll battle you too. You're not taking Iris away from us."

Diantha laughs at that, then she snapped her fingers, and a strong psychic surge went through them, and then the others except Iris and Hilbert were held within Gardevoir's psychic hold. "You two.. well, I heard Iris always wanted to share that Champion title with you. Very well. If you two beat me in a battle, we'll leave them be, Iris." She then walked to the other side of the field, the same poise and elegance she always had. "But if you lose... Well, they can just say hi to your grandfather for us, then."

God imagine if that's how the others found out abt what really happened to Drayden tho cjmxnxm that he really didn't die of health issues, he was killed, by the champions no less

and Diantha's there waiting for them, calling out both Gengar and Gardevoir on the field, her hand over her Key Stone, the other outstretched towards them, "you two go first."

Hilbert finally lets go of Iris, but took her hand instead, telling her that they can win this, they have to, they will, and Iris, finally feeling some of the weight off her shoulders, nodded at him, and both of them called out Hydreigon and Emboar. Kyurem and Reshiram at the helm, waiting for the right time to attack, knowing full well Yveltal is on the other side of the field, waiting to be called out as well.

[ye0ncore]

teardrops on my guitar - park sunghoon <3

fourth part in the series

note: hi babies! i may or may not have another series in the works for after i finish this one 👀

>> pairing: sunghoon x female reader

>> summary: being in love with park sunghoon isn’t easy. especially when he’s in love with another girl.

>> based off of: teardrops on my guitar by taylor swift

>> rating and genre: g, pg if you don’t like cursing, angst

>> warnings: strong language,

>> word count: 1.6k

drew looks at me, i fake a smile so he won’t see

your heart clenched at the sight of sunghoon. he was in the front of the classroom, with his best friend jake by his side. sunghoon had always been a little bit of a class clown, and jake was always right there with him. the teacher had told sunghoon to quiet down, but all sunghoon did was get louder. the teacher just laughed it off. sunghoon had always been her favorite.

she went on talking about some history topic, you zoning out in the middle of it. you couldn’t find any motivation to actually pay attention, so you let your thoughts wander. and they landed where they always seemed to go. sunghoon. you couldn’t seem to get the boy off your mind. he was always there.

you and sunghoon had always been very close. you basically grew up together, your parents being very close friends. naturally, feelings began to bloom. you caught yourself staring at him when he was focused on something, smiling a little wider when he cracked a joke. your thoughts were interrupted when the school bell rang. everyone jumped out of their seats, basically running out of the classroom. you were one of the last ones out, sunghoon waiting for you by the door as he always did. “hey y/n,” he said, a bright smile on his face.

“hey hoon,” you replied, returning the smile. you walked out of the classroom together, making small talk as you walked to your cars. as you got to yours, you leaned up against the door, smiling up at sunghoon as he spoke.

“hey uh, can i tell you something,” he asked, his aura suddenly seeming uneasy.

“yes, sunghoon, of course. you can tell me anything.” he smiled at your words, calming down immediately. he took a deep breath, before speaking, playing with his fingers hoping you would take the news well.

“okay well um… i met someone. a while ago. and she’s really great. her name is minhee, and i really really like her. no one else knows except for you, obviously. i wanted to tell you first because i trust you the most,” he said, his smile widening as he spoke. yours did the opposite. you felt your smile begin to drop, but you immediately fixed it.

i’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he talks about

your heart dropped to the floor at the announcement. you could feel the tears begin to form but you held them back. “oh um… that’s really great, sunghoon. i’m happy for you,” you said, forcing a smile. he didn’t seem to notice, as he smiled wide at your reaction.

“how did i know you’d say that? i’m glad. i cant wait for you to meet her, she’s absolutely amazing.” you could tell by the look on his face how he felt about her. his eyes were bright, and his smile was wide. it’s the way you wished he would talk about you. he kept going on about her, and you could hardly stand to be there any longer.

“hey, um, i got a lot of homework to catch up on… i really gotta go.” your voice was soft, your smile beginning to fade. yet, he still didn’t notice.

he smiled once again, your stomach churning. “of course. you get home. text me when you get home, yeah?” all you could muster up was a nod, quickly getting into your car. he walked off to his, you quickly driving home.

as soon as you got there, the tears began to fall. all that went through your head was the thought of sunghoon with another girl. the thought tore your heart to pieces, and you couldn’t control the tears.

the next day at school was when you met her. “hey y/n,” you heard sunghoon call. you plastered on a fake smile, and turned around to greet the boy. he jogged up to you, holding the hand of some girl. the second you saw her, you could see why sunghoon liked her. she was gorgeous. she had long dark hair, big eyes, and a bright smile. “y/n, this is minhee. minhee, this is y/n.”

you smiled at her, and said a small hi, making small talk. a few minutes later, jake walked up and pulled you away from the two. you two had almost gotten to class when jake stopped walking. “how are you holding up,” he asked, voice laced in concern. you shrugged, not exactly knowing what to say.

“i’m fine.” jake just sighed, clearly not believing you.

“if you need anything, i’m here for you, okay? i know it’s got to be hard on you. just… call me if you need anything, yeah?” you nodded, a small smile forming on your face.

“i will, jake. thank you.” he smiled back and walked into the classroom, taking his seat, you doing the same.

a few moments later, sunghoon walked in, minhee right by his side. what? since when was she in this class?

they sat down right next to each other, your heart dropping once more. you didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

he’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

that day after school, sunghoon and jake ran up to you, a big smile on sunghoon’s face. “hey y/n!”

you looked up at him and smiled, greeting him back. “me, jake and minhee were just about to go out to eat. do you want to come?” you were taken aback by the offer, looking to jake, asking for silent advice. you could tell by the look on his face that he wanted you to be there, so you agreed.

“perfect! just meet us there, yeah?” you nodded and everyone made their way to their cars. you took a deep breath before getting into yours, mentally preparing yourself for the next hour or so. you had no clue how this was going to go.

his invite actually made you upset. clearly he didn’t know how you felt. if he did, he wouldn’t have invited you to go out to eat with his girlfriend. the only reason you were going was because of jake, you would have felt like a jerk if you left him there to third wheel all alone. if only sunghoon knew about the way you felt.

you arrived to the restaurant, walked in, and quickly found the table they were sat at. you took your seat beside jake, him smiling up at you gratefully. “hey y/n,” minhee said, her smile bright. you faked a smile back in greeting as the waitress came by to get your drink orders.

“so um… how did you guys meet,” jake asked, trying to get a conversation flowing. you nodded at his question, wanting to know the answer.

“oh, our parents are really close friends. they were all having dinner together a while ago, and they brought minhee. we immediately hit it off,” sunghoon said, the smile never leaving his face.

jake nodded, and kept asking questions about their relationship, only making you more upset. not at jake, you knew his intention wasn’t to make you sad. his intentions were always quite the opposite. you just didn’t know how you were supposed to sit there and listen to the boy you were in love with gush about another girl.

throughout dinner, the two were top tier cringe. they would feed each other, giggle, and make small jokes, basically ignoring you and jake. jake would send you sympathetic smiles here and there, his heart hurting for you. he couldn’t even begin to imagine how you were feeling.

after it was over, and just as you were about to walk to your car, sunghoon grabs your attention. “can we talk for a second?” you nodded despite your nerves, and followed him to your car.

“what’s up,” you asked, wanting to get the conversation over with.

“i just want advice…. y/n, i’m in love with her. but… i don’t know how to tell her.” and that’s when your heart shattered. you nearly fell to the floor, but you managed to keep it together.

“a-all i can tell you is to just be straight forward. do it during a date, or just whenever the time feels right. when it’s time, you’ll know.” he smiled at your words, pulling you into a tight hug.

she better hold him tight, give him all her love

you hugged back, simply trying to enjoy the moment while you could. “thank you so much, y/n. you’re an amazing friend.” you sent him a smile, as he jogged back over to minhee, jake coming to you.

as soon as you were sure sunghoon was gone, you broke down. jake caught you before you could fall, the tears flooding down your cheeks. you couldn’t contain your sobs, as you held onto jake for dear life, him holding you just as tight. “hey, it’s alright, y/n. i’m here, it’s okay.”

he stayed there until you calmed down, even offering to take you home. “n-no. i’ll be okay. thank you jake.” all he did was smile, walking back off to his car once he was sure you were alright.

you got home that night, immediately plopping onto your bed, thoughts plagued with sunghoon as always. there was nothing you could do. he belonged to her now, and she belonged to him.

and he’s all that i need to fall into

you just had to accept it. you were in love with park sunghoon. park sunghoon was in love with minhee. and you were sitting in your room alone on a friday night.

but, if he was happy, you were happy. that’s all you’ve ever wanted for sunghoon. as long as he was happy, you were sure you could push through the heartache. the things you would do for park sunghoon.

i fake a smile so he won’t see…

[emilycollins00]

I WROTE TOO MUCH FOR THIS TO POST AS A COMMENT BUT I WILL NOT BE SILENCED BY WORD LIMITS, SO I HAD TO SEND AN ASK

I KNEW IT!!! I CALLED IT!! teared up by the time i got to citron's and it devolved from there. how is it that i can absolutely see all of these happening, you're genuinely SO SPOT ON. i can 100% see tsuzuru doing the Dad LeanTM on the counter in his kitchen while chit chatting with his toddler. tenma gagging on baby food YES. kazu crying in a full suit while holding his newborn WHILE STILL MAKING JOKES. Kumon having tickle fights with his kid im gonna sob!!! And you KNOW kumon and juza’s kids have playdates all the time and each kid loves their uncles bc they think they’re so funny and weird compared to their own dad. Omi,.,..,catch me lying on the ground for a full minute to recover from just the idea of him having a kid. GUY PLEASE I-[passes out bc i have developed rabies]. homare sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor reading a poem to his literal infant child has me melting. the baby is wearing a cravat with his onesie. Azuma fostering kids!!!!! dear god i cant anymore

my heart is warm and my soul is fed!!! thank you a million times over for this emi

OMG OMG OMG THIS GAVE ME LIFE BESTIE

Yes yes yes!! I bet at least one of Tsuzuru's kids will probably want to learn how to become a writer and Tsuzuru -while please don't misunderstand he is elated- will be like uuuuh let's choose one that's not as stressing?? ALSO YES YES KAZU WOULD TOTALLY BE A DADDY'S GIRL I bet they have drawing dates in their house and this girl is so artistic!!

Also i take your hyodo's playdates (which which is asdfghj adorable?? imagine kumon's kid being like "Imma bake uncle Ju a cake!!" while juza's is like "I think uncle Kumon and /daughter name/ arrived dad!! I can hear them already!!") and add the idea of TROUPES PLAYDATES IMAGINE THE CHAOS???

Like spring troupe has Citron's daughter and Tsuzuru's oldest being the most energetic and begging Chikage's son to teach them karate because it looks SO cool?? poor boy looks at the rest for help but except for Sakuya's son (because of course he would help others he takes after his daddy) the others think is a lost cause and go to the sofas to play with the videogames itaru's son brought and i'm getting off track here but aaaaaah

OH Omimi and Guy are just so so in love with their sons?? the softness in their eyes i cry?? like asdfghjk and I bet they are also incredibly attached to their daddies and probably have to hold back their tears when they are left at school!! (unlike Banri's or Tasuku's who probably dash out the door as soon as they can)

Azuma's was pure chance!! because I didn't know what to give them and then talking to Viv at one point the word adoption came up and then they said hold on what about foster AND adoption??? and then our brain went boom.

I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY

[lemontwst]

Consider this: Vil, Jamil, Ruggie and Sebek getting third prostrate milked to an inch of its life (they’re screaming and moaning, tearful eyes and a splotchy face with their tounge sticking out and their limbs twitching madly. Bonus points if the cum is collected into a cup and the boys drink it)

after careful deliberation, the council has decided that you, anon, are the person with the biggest brain on this planet. we pray your days are lustful and your boys dumb subby sluts. also i hope you don’t mind that i improvised a bit with the cum eating stuff, i didn’t want to make these too samey!

content warnings: degradation, cum eating, mindbreak, b/dsm, (light) asphyxiation.

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽

There is something almost primordial about your desire to break Vil into tiny, useless pieces. Maybe it’s the fact that perfection is his entire raison d'être, the only thought that bounces around in that little empty head of his 24/7.

The feeling of sadistic satisfaction that courses through your veins when you take the queen down is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. After hours of torrid overstimulation you seem to have achieved your goal, because right now, your Vil looks like a common whore. His hair is falling out of his pins, a messy curtain of gold framing his sweaty top-model features. Mascara runs down his face, his eyeshadow is completely ruined, and yet he still manages to look so unbelievably hot, chest pressed against the floor and ass up and at your mercy.

“You sound like such a slut when you moan, Vil.” He lets out a long, wanton whine when you pull back the dildo you’ve been using to torment his asshole. The repeated stretching feels so delicious, his hole is hot and dripping with his own cum, a gift left behind by your cruel fingers a few minutes before. Back arched in a submissive arch, Vil’s tongue sticks out and traces his moist lips as he imagines licking your fingers clean, the filthy image makes his dripping cock throb and ache for your touch, but that’s not how you want to play today.

No, you want to make him come over and over again with his ass and his ass alone. You want to milk him dry, to hear him cry and beg for a release you’re not sure you’re in the mood to grant him.

“Just...like...that......” Vil meowls, his fingers helplessly grasping at the cold floor, looking for something, anything to latch onto. When he doesn’t find it, he hastily moves his hands to his ass, grabs the firm flesh so tight it curves between his fingers and spreads his butt cheeks, still managing to look as graceful as a swan despite the fact that he’s inviting you to plow him harder, “More...more...! Make a mess of my insides!” His hips shake like crazy every time you thrust the dildo deep inside his ass, his precum keeps flowing out of his dick like a broken dam, pooling under him in a disgusting display. It’s reaching places that my fingers can’t! This is the first time I’ve been touched there, the first time that my prostate got pounded like this!~

...Yeah, you’re done with this. Vil lets out a disappointed cry as you take out the dildo in a swift, rough movement. His wide eyes find yours and you’ve never seen him look so upset, “Wha-- why? I was so clo--ugyah!!” He squeals when you spank his ass hard. Unperturbed, you do it again and the sound resonates through the empty room alongside Vil’s piggy noises. The lewd body in front of you shakes and then goes painfully still. C-coming! Vil twitches, tears running down his face as he feels his cum dripping out of his twitching cock in thick, shameful globs.

Then, like a puppet whose strings have been cut off, he slumps to the floor, panting and shaking with a stunned expression on his face. He yelps when you spank him again, his mind racing as he tries to come up with the right thing to say.

“Sho...rry.......I’m shorry......!” He whines, sounding nothing like the stubborn, untouchable queen you know. “Please...forgive me...master....” Vil sighs, giving you a long, adoring look from beneath his long, fluttering lashes.

“I’m not sure you deserve it.” You speak plainly, holding back a smirk as Vil freezes up. Your boyfriend looks at you like you just slapped him and well, technically you did, but he was enjoying it. Now he just looks...terrified, miserable like you’ve never seen him.

“Still, while you were squirming and crying like it’s mating season, I got you a little present. If you’ll accept it, I’ll forgive you for being so brazen.” Without looking away from his confused face, you slide the small chalice that had been hiding under his dick this entire time in front of him. It’s a beautiful piece you got from the headmaster for Christmas, a golden cup with the rim decorated with rubies. Like the Holy Grail, except this is a cup of sin filled to the brim with Vil’s cum.

“......Eh.....eh........eeh....?” He mutters dumbly, trembling from the overstimulation that still wrecks him from head to toe, “Tha-that’s my...mine...?” His empty eyes focus on the chalice, “Are you going to...make me drink that...?”

“Do you want it?” You raise an amused eyebrow.

Of course not! That’s disgusting! It looks like condensed milk, that you would dare show him such a perverted thing is.......it’s.......his...... like thick cream...the proof of your love for him, and his love for you... hot and sticky, going down his throat-- Vil pants like he just ran a marathon, his dignity beaten, bruised and forgotten, and eagerly nods his head, his empty eyes never leaving the chalice.

"I asked you a question, you dumb bitch."

Immediately snapping back to attention at the sound of your cold voice, Vil looks up at you and smiles sultrily through the drool and the tears, wiggling his ass as if to tempt you, "Yes, please master ♡ aaah~" he opens his pink mouth and sticks out his tongue, looking more like a dog than a man.

You bring the chalice to his lips and smile when Vil doesn’t even flinch. The smell is so pungent, but he doesn't seem to notice as he gulps down mouthful after mouthful of sperm.

The realization that he’s doing something so fucked up with you makes his cock throb once again. How many times can a man come in one day? Vil shakes and struggles to keep himself propped up on his elbows, his head shuts down and he swallows another mouthful of cum. A dry orgasm. Sweat runs down his shoulders and back and he gleefully looks up at you. His fingers twitch, tears spill from his eyes, the thought of being fucked by you until he dies burns every one of his synapses and he sighs, disappointed that nothing came out. Ah...I cant drink like this.

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓴 𝓩𝓲𝓰𝓿𝓸��𝓽

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You watch with mild interest as Sebek’s big frame convulses in his bondage, droplets of sweat running down his face and chest in wet little trails that make you want to lick him all over. ...Or fan him a bit with one of his notebooks, seeing as he looks like he might be on the verge of a heatstroke.

Your shibari technique has become quite refined, if you do say so yourself! Sebek can do nothing but jerk and squirm against the red rope that wraps around his body like a work of art, stuck on his knees in front of you with his hands tied firmly behind his back and his engorged dick bobbing up and down every time he convulses. The rope has worked some beautiful scarlet lines all over his pale skin. You can already tell he’ll make sure his clothes will cover them up properly, but the both of you will know that the harsh rope burns are there, and Sebek will go hard every time the friction against his shirt makes the pain flare up. It will be just another one of your dirty little secrets.

“Ah--! (y/n)-sama…hm!!” You mercifully lower the vibration of the toy stuck in his ass, giving him a few seconds to collect his thoughts (which are very few and far between). Then, just as he opens his mouth to beg for mercy, you flick the remote to the highest setting all in one go. Sebek screams and convulses once again, his face a sloppy mess as he’s brought violently to his climax, “I can’t...move….ah…now I’m...ah!”

But the satisfaction doesn’t come and Sebek is in shambles, tears falling down his cheeks in big, pathetic drops. The cock ring at the base of his member strains against the flow of blood trapped desperately in his shaft, his dick standing taller and harder than you’ve ever seen it. But you don’t remove the cock ring. You just stare at him with a sadistic twinkle in your eyes.

“Aaaah (y/n)-sama…!! this is too much...kuh--?!” Sebek jolts, eyes wide as he grits his teeth. Again?! His stupid moans fill the room, a concert of long and shaky ‘aaaahs’ and ‘ooohs’ as he sticks out his tongue and drools all over himself, “Ah! I’m going to cum!” He’s nothing short of delirious as an unsatisfying climax hits him again. his entire body tenses up only for a wave of desperation to come crashing into him as his cum remains cruelly trapped inside his dick. Won’t come out won’t come out won’t come out! He sobs, giving you a pleading look from under his wet lashes, “(y/n)-sama...there is sho much of you i-inside m-my head!” He’s not making sense anymore. Sebek vaguely recognizes this, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing he wants right now is to cum his brains out here on his knees in front of you.

“Aww, you’re so cute.” You lower the intensity of the vibrator and reach out to gently pat his head. Sebek immediately nuzzles into your hand, like a big, affectionate dog. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll make you come right away.” You wipe a tear away with your thumb and almost burst out laughing at the look of immense relief that immediately crosses his face. 

“Aah...! Thank you very much! Thank you very--” Sebek’s voice dies in his throat as he watches you get up and walk away, exiting the room without looking back. For a brief, heartbreaking moment he thinks you're going to leave him there. Panic settles in his stomach the more you linger, so far away from him, too far away from him… 

But then you come back, casually tossing the jacket of his school uniform in front of him and Sebek exhales a loud sigh of relief. He doesn’t get it.

“I’m turning it up again, Sebek.” You wave the vibrator’s remote in front of his face and he gulps nervously, but still gives you an eager nod of his head. Despite the warning, he’s not prepared for how terribly you tease him in the moments that follow. His voice comes out louder and louder as you turn the vibration up and down, up and down. The uneven rhythm makes Sebek see stars, his shoulders lock up painfully, his mind spirals down a filthy, lusty hole as he calls out your name like he’s praying. He’s so close. And when he does cum, he lets out the loudest scream yet, jerking forward so violently you worry for a second he might lose his balance and hit his forehead against the ground.

He doesn’t. His torso jerks forward and his head hangs heavy, his disheveled hair dripping with sweat and obscuring his eyes as he recoils from his earth shattering orgasm. Sebek blinks in and out of consciousness, barely registering the feeling of his cum leaking out of his dick in long spurts. Still coming out… he licks his salty lips, amazed by how much cum you can pull out of him.

That’s when he sees it, at the corner of his hazy vision. His semen splattered all over his uniform. All over his Diasomnia. Sebek takes long, heavy breaths, feeling something in his mind dissolve. Something important, like a part of him.

“Sebek, you’re so dirty.” You smile sweetly at him, like an angel he thinks, even as you bring the dirty jacket up to his face, right under his nose. “Clean it up.”

He slowly tilts his head up, his body is so tired it feels like he’s drowning in quicksand, then he sticks his tongue out and methodically wipes the semen off the fabric, looking up at you from time to time to see if he’s pleasing you. The tip of his tongue tastes like something bitter mixed with fabric freshener. His hot breaths puff up as soon as they come out of his mouth and he can feel himself getting hard again. As his thoughts turn to lascivious little scenarios of you making him climax over and over again, he obediently licks his cum off of something that was important to him once. Oh well. It’s not you, so he can’t really bring himself to care.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Ruggie couldn’t stand your fingers inside him at first. He would get so nervous, trying to deflect every time you brought up wanting to play with his ass, like it was this sort of disgraceful thing he didn’t even want to think about. It’s not like he was afraid of letting you have his way with him (he sure enjoyed it when you rode him into unconsciousness), it’s just that… he was already so scrawny, he didn’t want you thinking he was some sort of pathetic, needy loser, no matter how much he loved to let you take control.

...But that feels like such a long time ago. He was a total moron.

Ruggie lets out a quiet moan and bites his index finger, his heart beating like a war drum against his ribcage as your slick fingers stretch his asshole. Fuck, this is the best, he raises his back in a pretty arch, licking his lips as you scissor him gently. You pump two fingers in and out of him, stretching him nice and slow and Ruggie responds to your playful ministrations by thrusting his hips into your hand, his mouth falling open and his tail trembling slightly under him. He makes the most beautiful face, cloud-colored eyes glossy and unfocused, his tiny fangs barely visible behind his parted lips, then you suddenly push against his prostate and he throws his head back, drool dripping down the corner of his lips.

The squelching sounds of your lubed fingers sliding in and out of his asshole almost make him cum on the spot. “(y/n)...” He pants and squirms in front of you, his hips going numb as your fingers pick up the pace. “Use my ass every day~” He thrusts back into your fingers without shame, his cock bouncing with every shake of his vulgar hips, “Stretch my asshole every day and make me remember that it’s yours...” Ruggie spreads his legs wider, making an obscene M shape as he leaks precum all over himself.

“You’re such a good boy…” You coo down at him, deceivingly tender as your fingers pick up the pace and mercilessly tease his prostate. Your boyfriend grits his teeth and twitches wildly at the sudden, relentless stimulation, back arching off the bed as the ache in his dick becomes unbearable. You don’t even need to touch it before he explodes, climaxing purely from having you play with his slutty asshole.

The sheets are a mess, soaked in his sweat. Ruggie falls back into the bed and stares up at the ceiling, the erotic smile you gave him as you watched him cum swimming in front of his eyes like a filthy movie on loop. You tap his cheek and he immediately gives you his full attention. You’re the best, he gives you a dopey smirk as he takes your fingers into his mouth, happily sucking on your fingertips as his eyes slowly go down the length of your body, So sexy.

“My lovely baby… you’re hungry, aren’t you?” You give his dick a few pumps and he shivers, muttering something about being ‘still sensitive’, then you bring your dirty hand up to his lips.

Ruggie blinks owlishly at you, looking at your fingers with a tired yet curious expression. His eyes go from your fingers to your face then back down again. You-- you want me to…? His head still feels like mush because of you, his thoughts are all jumbled and sluggish. He lacks the energy to make any coherent decisions at the moment, so he does the only thing he can do. He dazedly opens his mouth and gasps when you shove your fingers inside. The bitter taste hits him immediately and he recoils, but your hand mercilessly follows. 

Drool drips down your fingers as he whines, his dick getting hard again as you start fucking his mouth with cum coated fingers. Whimpering in the back of his throat, Ruggie surrenders to his libido and swirls his tongue around your fingers, spreading his cum all over the walls of his hot mouth.

You move to pull your fingers away and he chases, sucking on your skin like a baby and giving your fingers little love bites. “Ah!...No…” He cries when you finally pull away, a thick string of saliva and semen connecting his lips and your fingers, “(y/n)....oh fuck, there’s no way I ain’t gonna get hooked on this…” His tail swishes excitedly against the bed as he watches you scoop up more of his cum. 

This time he opens wide before you even have time to raise your hand, his eager face dripping with all sorts of fluids. So hungry...

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

It says a lot.about the kind of conqueror you are, when you've managed to tease Jamil into obedience. 

He looked so uncomfortable in this position at first, the embarrassed scowl on his face as he glared at you from over his shoulder only making the curve of his back and his vulnerable ass look that much more adorable.

Wrists bound tightly under the wooden seesaw, Jamil is forced to lean his chest on the plank for support as his naked lower half is left standing, legs spread and ass in the air, completely vulnerable. You knew your boyfriend was athletic, but you're still impressed he's managed to stand in that position for so long without his legs giving out. Especially considering how badly his legs are shaking.

All of him is shaking, really. His shoulders, his hips, his leaking cock, there is not a centimetre on his body that's not trembling like a leaf. The three vibrators you stuffed in his ass have finally destroyed his composure after hours of sexual torture. What...is...this...! The repeated orgasms are wrecking his body and with the way he's crying and moaning like a wanton bitch you think his brain might be fried too. Ho-how…? I've become...a weird person...

The vibrators all work at a different speeds to keep your precious Jamil on his toes. You've kept them from falling out of his ass by blocking his hole with tape. It looks like a cute little button, and you sometimes push on it and make Jamil cry out in pure bliss. The pressure against his prostate is too much. Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch! Jamil sticks his tongue out and goes cross eyed, desperately pushing back with his ass as he greedily tries to scrape for more stimulation. His poor, abused dick throbs cutely, but nothing comes out. Still, Jamil feels so amazing he thinks he might pass out. He pants and rests his head on the plank, sweat and drool darkening the wood under him, So good…

He barely registers it when you move in front of him, hypnotized by the quiet buzzing of the vibrators stuck in his ass.

“Are you having fun, Jamil?” You tap his forehead and he slowly moves his clouded eyes to look up at you. “I have a present for you, you know! It’s your reward for accepting all my love like a good boy.”

You suddenly place something in front of him and Jamil stops thinking entirely. What...is that…? He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand anything anymore, every cell in his body is screaming at him to look away but he just can’t, like he’s swallowed poison and is now completely paralyzed. He raises his head and the smell of sex hits him right in the face.

The sight of his favorite snapback filled with cum lights his body up again, Jamil shivers and lets out a string of soft, quiet gasps as he comes all over himself, I’ve been filling this up...all this time… “Aah...haha…” his eyelids slide halfway shut. The dark blush that paints the bridge of his nose and the sweat that drips off his chin make him look so indecent you almost feel like taking a picture.

Slowly, like he's pretending to be conflicted, Jamil lowers his head and sticks his tongue out, gasping when he laps up the first little mouthful of cum. “Ah…” It tastes horrible, how do you always swallow when he comes into your mouth...? Jamil takes another lick, and another, “Ah...ah…” it’s so sticky and unpleasant when it goes down his throat. The vibrators in his ass feel oddly comforting now, tears start running down his face and his mind goes blank. It’s delicious. 

“Ha…...haa....agh--!” He splutters when your hand slams his face down into the hat, eyes going wide as his chin splashes ungraciously into the pool of cum. He coughs and struggles but you keep him pinned down, forcing him to gulp in large mouthfuls of semen. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he struggles to breathe. His cum is everywhere-- in his nostrils, on his cheeks, it sticks to the roof of his mouth and down the walls of his throat, Jamil keeps on choking and spluttering, and just as he feels his consciousness drift away, you forceful pull his head up by his braids. 

He coughs violently, barely registering the pain in his scalp, his blood pumping with adrenaline. He looks more unfocused than ever, eyes like dark glass and strings of warm cum covering his pretty face, the white of his semen striking against his tan skin.  

You give him a fond look and lightly shake that head of his you just fucked stupid, "Was it really good, baby?"

Jamil chuckles softly, he sluggishly moves to lean closer to you, but his bound wrists stop him from going far. God, he really wants to touch you. "Really good, master…"

[midnightmoonkiss]

I was told by your wonderful wife, birds-have-teeth that you were in need for some asks/requests. How about Izuku and S/O on their wedding day?

She truly is a wonderful wife 🥺💜

Ahh! I dont usually take requests, but this was just too cute to pass up!

I hope you don’t mind that these are headcanons!

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Wedding Day.

Category: fluff

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First of all! I think their wedding would be set sometime in spring. The time of year where it’s not too hot and not too cool, just after all the leaves and flowers bloom. I mean think about it, Sakura petals flowing in the wind on your wedding day? What a dream.

It sounds crazy, but I always imagined Izuku as the type of person to want to have their wedding outside.. Kind of like- in a garden? Or a forest? You know that the wedding Bella and Edward had in the forest? Kind of like that! Except surrounded by flowers!

Flowers like.. Magnolia, forget-me-nots, tulips, and of course - sakura! Or, well, Cherry blossoms~ Just! Flowers that really brighten up the secluded space. You’d need seclusion, after all, especially since you are marrying the number one hero.

Wouldnt it be so cute to be married under a willow tree, a brilliant white arch covered in white roses and vines standing above you both? Ackk vines.. So beautiful. Oh! Maybe there’s even a little rock pathway down the aisle?

The air is fresh.. Because you’re in the countryside! Maybe even in the mountains. Somewhere where a little babbling brook is not too far behind the trees, its soft bubbling noises relaxing the party-goers. 

Speaking of! Wouldnt a little plant themed engagement ring be the cutest? Something like this! 

Wedding ring.. Well you both have to pick that out dont you?

The wedding day is obviously going to be the most important day for both of you! But also, nerve-wracking as hell. Im positive Izuku has probably freaked out five times since he woke up at 6AM. Maybe a mental breakdown. Yknow. 

He’s a sensitive guy! And he’s terrified! Nono, he doesnt have cold feet. He wants to marry you! He cannot imagine his life without you in it, but God is he absolutely terrified that you might be the one leaving him at the altar.

Not that he doesnt have faith in you! It’s just.. His insecurities and anxieties taking over him. Even after all these years of unconditional love, he still cant help but feel you deserve someone way better than him. And he fears one day you’ll wake up and realize that as well.

But you’d have to be absolutely crazy to even think about doing that, huh?

So yeah. Wedding day morning is filled with Izuku’s best man - Shoto - trying to calm the sporadic man down, bringing Toshi and his mom in to aid as well. He may have thrown up. Who’s to say.

You, on the otherhand, are having a great morning. You’re bouncing with excitement! Ready and oh-so impatiently waiting to marry the man of your dreams in the most scenic area you could find. It truly was a catch! A relatively cheap place - the majority of your funds were spent on food and flowers. You can get pretty good deals on wedding dresses if you’re marrying the number one hero, apparently. So long as they get to display one of your wedding photos.

Hell, it’d help a local business boom, and who wouldnt want that? You got a discount on your bridesmaids dresses as well~

A dream.

But the start time was quickly approaching. Tick-tock!

Soon enough, the both of you are ready to start a new chapter of your lives together.

The scene is set! Your husband-to-be stand beneath arch drenched in morning dew, light breaking through the trees reflecting on each little droplet and showering the little patch where your wedding was being held in brilliant lights 

It honestly looked magical, straight out of a fairy tale. Hell, you were about to marry your prince, after all

God this wedding is like every outdoorsy kid’s dream

The piano starts up once the player gets the queue that everyone is ready.

Your friends walk down the aisle first in pairs, bridesmaids with bridesmen, silky gowns flowing in the gentle spring breeze

Soon enough the flower girl trots happily down the aisle, throwing Sakura petals every which way with a happy little smile on her face, dress as white as snow and a little pink belt. 

It was truly a miracle no one tripped on the rocks yet.

Once everyone was in their place, a traditional wedding song began to play. 

Showtime.

Izuku swore he saw an angel the moment those vines swayed to reveal you.

A sunbeam hit you from behind, its golden glow cascading down your body.

Tears formed in his eyes as he watched, paralyzed, as you walked down, heels clicking against the floor

The biggest, goofiest smile cracked onto his face, eyes connecting with yours. All was going to be alright. He had nothing to fear.

He’d probably openly sob while stating his vows, hands trembling as they hold onto yours.. It’d probably be something along the lines of.. “Ever since the day I met you, i’ve become a better man. You helped me grow into who I am today. You guided me towards the path that would lead me to happiness with your loving embrace, with every word of endearment you’d whisper to me, and with love as a whole. I always wondered what it’d feel like to be loved like this, and now that I have it, and that I have you, I don’t ever want to let go of it. Because you’re it, princess. You’re the love of my life, my one and only, my soulmate, and so much more. Every day we’re apart I always think of you. You keep me going. Without you, I wouldn’t be me.”

Something cheesy, yknow! Somethin sweeter than candy corn. <3 what a sap. 

He may have had to wipe his tears a few times… cough.

Surprisingly though, his hands are super steady when he slides that ring on.

A shaky yet firm “I do,” green eyes now a shimmering viridescent as he stares at you with the purest form of love swirling in his gaze.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

His hand reaches up, delicately placing itself on your cheek. He cant help but take this moment in, condemning your smiling, angelic face to memory, the flashes of photos being taken completely ignored as he slowly leans in. 

His lips are softer than they had ever been in that moment, the kiss itself so sugary sweet - the embodiment of innocence and passion. Love.

Eyes fluttering closed, he cant help but kiss you over and over again, each one making both your smiles grow larger until giggles erupt between the two of you.

Oh boy. He had lipstick smudged all over his lips. He couldnt care less, though. Pulling you close to his body, he smiled cheekily over at the photographer for a photo.

HE’S YOUR HUSBAND NOW! IZUKU IS YOUR HUSBAND! Praise the lords. (Y/N) Midoriya has a nice ring to it, doesnt it?

Inko welcomes you to the Mrs. Midoriya family with a hug.

The rest of the day was filled with you and Izuku being stuck together like glue, surrounded by friends and family.

The wedding photos would be filled with you two standing in a meadow, sun raining brilliantly down on the two newlyweds.

ackk just.. sakura petals flying in the wind~ how pretty. Maybe one even lands in your hair and he gets to pluck it out. <3

He’s the happiest he’s ever been.

Hell, he’s sure this is what being high felt like. 

He cant stop smiling! He’s just so so cute.

Of course, a few goofy photos have to take place! Maybe Uravity uses her quirk to make it look like the number one hero is floating away whilst you ‘run’ to try and get him.

There was even one where he and his bridesmen wear parts of their hero costumes to show off a bit. Like Deku wears his hood, Shoto wears his.. Bracelets and backback..? Stuff like that! Truly it’s a weird fuckin photo. But so so dorky and so them.

His favorite photo is definitely the one where he has you sitting on his arm as he flexes. Yep. He turned into a bit of a show off. Could you blame him? Haha.

At night is when the real fun begins. Mainly because of the party! Lanterns are set up everywhere, and due to being so far from the city- the stars are shining in the sky! Much more than youre used to.

Izuku took a dance course, unbeknownst to you (Shoto and Bakugou were forced to join him- talk about chaotic!), so that first dance together is honestly breathtaking. He’s so gentle with you, leading the way and twirling you around.

May or may not have bawled when you danced with Toshinori. 

CUTTING THE C AKE. OKAY OKAY.

It’d probably be forest themed. Green and white blending beautifully together, maybe even a little frosting stream cascading down the side. Hand made models of you and Izuku stood proudly at the top. I guess the flavor would be something you both chose together?

He loves touching your soft hands so holding that knife together is awesome for him.

Oh yea. After the perfect photo is taken, he definitely smears frosting on your cheek - just so he has an excuse to lick it off.

Sticky!

You both leave in a black limo, a “Just Married!” sign placed on the back.

Ahh. honeymoon time.

It’s going to be a long night,

Mainly because..

Well. Traveling- and.. Y’know (;

All in all! It starts off as stressful, and ends in the sweetest way possible.

[is-that-another-soulmate-au]

@mypureessence

Korrasami/wuko/oc insert soulmate au part idk at this point

"No, no, Tahn, here" Lee shifted his stance so it was closer inward "take a breath and imagine your fire not as a flame but as boiling water coursing through your veins" she then reached her hand to his face "now close your eyes and imagine it"

Tahn nodded and did as she told him, taking a deep breath before shifting his stance and punching out a blue flame just as he opened his eyes, his face turned from doubt to unfiltered glee as he punched out two more blue flames. Turning to Lee who was smiling ear to ear "I did it"

"Im so proud of you" she said only to be caught in a tight hug. Which was broken apart once Tahn realized his mistake and clearwd his throat.

"Sorry, captain"

"It is not a problem, you deserved a little hug for that. Now, everyone else, do just as Tahn did just then" she had been demonstrating fire basics for a good week and a half now and Tahn was the first to accomplish lighting a blue flame, but by the end of that week every single firebender in that room was capable of bending blue fire and blocking small explosions.

Lin was incredibly proud of her and went to say as much by asking her to join her for dinner that evening. But Lee's smile and excitement to say yes faded into a look of fear with an attempted mask of irritation "Im flattered, and I understand we're soulmates but we should really focus on work right now. I'm sorry."

Lin stuttered for a couple seconds, honestly shocked at the response "I figured you'd be excited to go out to eat as a celebration, it doesn't have to be a date"

Lee sighed "but you'd look at it as one"

"No, no I wouldn't, its just... two colleagues who happen to be soulmates going out to eat as a celebration for reaching a goal" Lin offered a hand "what do you say?"

Lee looked at her hand and then at Lin and let out a sigh "Lin, I appreciate the offer, but I have to decline. I'm sorry, maybe another time"

They managed to tiptoe around eachother until the day that Amon announced his demand for the probending tournament to be canceled. That day Lee marched into the council hall with Lin who interrupted the gavel drop Tarrlok was about to do.

"And what exactly does little mousey have to do with this?" Tarrlok mused

Lee smirked "firstly three tails, its Foxy, and this is what I have to do with it," she nodded to Lin and then Korra who both nodded back.

She tossed up a remote controlled bomb and Lin pulled out the remote for it, catching the council members off guard just as Lee jumped up onto Korra's palm, then Lin's shoulder and finally off Korra's head to light a blue flame as the small explosions started. She quickly engulfed the explosion with her own blue flame and slammed it onto the ground as she came back to the floor with a bang.

Lifting up the hand that deflected the explosion she crumbled a small box into ashes and stood, dusting off her jacket "With Lin's metal benders and my bomb squad, the arena will be perfectly safe."

That is certainly what they thought. The night of the championship came and Lee was about to do rounds on her floor with Tahn but was stopped by Lin grabbing her arm. "Lee, I know you've got this, but please... if anything happens to you and you can't get out, kick, flail, scream do anything you can to get the attention of my metal bendersz Tahn or myself"

Lee gave her a smile and a nod "alright, you got it chief" and with that they had separated and Lee went with Tahn to their floor.

She was expecting a quiet walk but Tahn had other plans "say, Captain Fox, I noticed you and Chief Beifong are soulmates" Tahn leaned forward while he was walking and gave her a look.

She flushed and cleared her throat at the mention of the obvious "you didn't notice, I announced it the first day of training with you lot"

"Right right, but I did notice that you've been avoiding being affectionate towards her, and I also spotted a gold speck in your other eye when I hugged you that one day"

Lee froze in place, she forgot that others could see it if they got close enough "that-"

"Was from a soulmate passed? I know, I have one too, and I was in a similar situation with you and the chief, only, He didnt back down and made me open up about why I was avoiding giving him love." Tahn reached out a hand "I know you care about her and you know she cares about you, she's never been gentle with any one as she is with you."

Lee sighed and looked up at him "I dont want to ask how they died for you, but do you mind me telling you?"

"Of course" and with that response she took his hand and then linked arms instead as they continued to walk

"The bar I worked at is owned by a father and son, and they pulled me and him off the street when we had nowhere to go. Things were okay, I already sang as a comfort and they taught me how to properly sing while teaching him tap dance. He was a nonbender and thats why is parents put him up for adoption like my parents did for me." She paused "thats how we met in the first place"

"At the orphanage?"

"Yeah, before it blew up with only him and I surviving on the slim chance that I managed to develop blue fire on a survival instinct." She took a breath "anyways, while we worked at the bar I earned the title white fox and him the title of black fox, for obvious reasons, there were and still are alot of people there that had a strong distaste for either me or him." Turning to Tahn she frowned "and there were many attempts on our lives, they assumed he was a firebender and I a nonbender and often times went for him first but we normally had body guards and what not."

"Except for one night" she looked at her feet "one night after we both turned 19 they let us have a night without a body guard to fool around. When we finished we went to sleep. I dont know all of what happened because its kind of blury, but all I remember was waking up to him covered in blood and attacking and killing the woman who hurt him." She released his arm to wrap herself in a self hug sort of move.

"I can still smell it" she whispered

"Smell what?" She shook his head to the question "I cant talk about it anymore, Im sorry"

"No no, youre okay, Im glad you managed to talk about that much, but you'll trigger a ptsd attack if you keep up, hey, would a hug be alright? You look like you need one"

She did need one, so she nodded and was wrapped in a tight hug, that somehow was just what she needed to relax. She smiled "thank you Tahn" he pulled back and gave her shoulder a pat.

"Anytime, I dont have a big elaborate story on how my soulmate passed, she was hit by a car and died in the hospital with me there holding her hand" he gave a sad smile "Im sorry about what happened to you Captain, but just know I'm always here to talk, and so is Lin."

And thats when it clicked in Lee's head. She was running from accepting the fact that she found Lin in an effort to never love her and lose her, but in that effort she was already failing. She already loved her and she could lose her either way. She nodded "I'll keep that in mind"

They managed to get to their separation point and Lee nodded to Tahn "stay safe and remember to keep an ear, eye, and nose open at all times"

"Yes captain" he nodded back and they went their separate ways

Walking down the hall she could still hear the championship going down and she smiled knowing Lin was there with Tenzin and she was safe. However when she passed a set of doors she felt a zing of electricity hit her fingertips and she turned quickly to open the doors and took an attack stance.

"Well well!" A man said while standing up from the small box he had in his hands "guess a little mouse found me, I wonder how you managed to, I was so quiet, and only firebenders can sense that electric shock I used just now" hs smirked but only his mouth was visible, so she couldn't read the rest of his expression. She just narrowed her eyes and coughed out a small bit of blue fire while not breaking her glare at him

"Ah! So youre not a little mouse" he chuckled "a little fox then, oh what a trickster you benders are" she lunged at him but he just dodged and spun around and out of the room "have fun blowing up dear, I have somewhere else to be" and with that he ran off.

She spun around when she heard a click and managed to deflect the explosion from the box he was by in time but it sent her back into a large filing cabinet the started to tip. "Shit" she yelped and went to run from it but it still fell and pinned her by her left leg. She screamed when it fell and a loud crack could be heard. Her eyes welled up with tears and she tried to get out but it was useless, she was pinned and her leg wasn't going to budge. "Lin! Tahn! Korra! Someone! Help!" She cried out, but it was a fruitless cry. There were very audible explosions happening elsewhere and they were preoccupied.

She turned to look at her pinned leg and quickly turned away from the sight, there was a good amount of blood pooling around and she bit her lip. She had to cauterize the wound soon or she'd bleed out before anyone had the chance to find her. "Okay Lee. You got this" she moved her hand down and took a breatj "this is gonna hurt" was all she whispered out before lighting a bright blue flame on her leg for a good ten seconds before extinguishing it and resting her head on her other arm. "Hury Lin"

By the time the whole Amon performance went down and everyone was safe and evacuated from the building Lin found Tahn helping a young lady calm down. "Tahn, where's Lee?"

Tahn looked up from the girl confused "what do you mean? I heard the explosions start and thought she had already joined you guys, wait-"

their eyes went wide "She's still in there" they said in unison and hurried towards the building

"Korra! Come with me! Lee might need a healer" Lin shouted as they reached the building. She lifted her leg and slammed it back down to locate her, once she did they were off, running up stairs and down a hall. Where they heard sobbing. "Lee!" Lin shouted as she slammed the doors open.

"L-Lin?" Lee's strained voice came from the floor.

When Lin's eyes finally settled on Lee they grew wider than before and she gasped "Lee!?"

Lee gave a half hearted chuckle "you found me" immediately after the words left her mouth Lee collapsed and blacked out to Lin, Korra and Tahn shouting her name.

She was set up with healers for a good two days before she woke up, the entire time Lin either stayed by her side or had Bolin watch her if she was busy, and Tahn took over the bomb squad as temporary captain. The morning before she woke up Tahn came to check on Lin and her.

"Chief?" Tahn called quietly, managing to get her attention enough that she turned to look at him "may I come in?" She nodded and he entered the room with a bowl of soup in his hands "here. You need to eat.. I also wanted to tell you something"

He sat down and set the bowl on the small table beside Lin "what is it?" She asked in a grumpy but attempted gentle voice.

"There's a reason she had walls up for you" Tahn said softly while looking at the sleeping Lee "Im sure you've seen that speck of gold in her eyes"

"Yes, I have"

"And you've seen my blue right?" With a nod as a response he continued "you both were meant to have another soulmate, she had met them and lost them. Just like I had known another soulmate but lost them. I lost mine to a car accident, but she... she had them killed right beside her while she slept."

"I- why didn't she just tell me?" Lin narrowed her eyes at Tahn "and why would she tell you?"

"Because I asked and I managed to put two and two together and show a connection with knowing" he sighed "Im not saying this to act like I know more about her, Im saying this so you understand why she's hesitant to let herself fall in love with you. Just, be patient with her, she'll come around"

Lee stirred in the bed and made a small whine "bright" she whispered

"Lee?" Lin whispered

"Lin?" Lee slowly opened her eyes to look at Lin and Tahn "I can't.. I can't feel my leg" she looked down "Oh my gods! Where's my leg!?" She sat up quick and held her head when it started to pound

"Woah now, easy there Captain, you were aleep for two days, let me get you some food and water"

"Tahn? What... what happened to my leg?"

"It was crushed under a filing cabinet and the healers couldnt save it" he frowned "Im sorry. I'll be right back with some food and water"

"Just get her water, I'll share the soup" Tahn nodded at Lin and headed out to get the water while Lin pushed some pillows behind Lee so she could sit comfortably.

"Lin... I.." Lee stared at her hands, trying to form her words "I'm sorry"

"Your apology is accepted, though Im not sure what you're apologizing for"

"For.. avoiding you as a soulmate? I don't.. I dont want to tell another person the whole thing, but I just... we had another and he.. he was" she held her chest while she tried to breathe

"Hey, hey, its okay, Tahn told me, you don't have to retell it. But Im glad you felt safe to try. And don't worry, I'll be patient with y-"

"Can you kiss me?" Lee blurted out

Lin blinked a couple times and stammered for a moment before managing out a "are you sure?"

"More sure than I've ever been, I know youre not too touchy feely and what not, but just once can y-!!" She didn't manage to rant much more because she was silenced by a pair of lips against her own.

Lin held her cheek when she pulled back and grinned. "You talk too much" and sealed the distance once more.

[1wishyouwould]

Emptiness. That’s all there was. A shadow lay across Sam’s world, only briefly lit by fire. Then smoke descended again. He didn’t know how long it had been since his brother had died yet he knew, some how it had be 6 weeks 5 hours and 43 minutes since the world come undone around him. The silence wasn’t the worst part, the wrong noises were. The humming of off key metallic riffs and whispered curses still lingered in the empty bunker.

Walking the halls turned out to be the newest way to pass the time, a new game if that was what it could be called. Walk as far as possible, to fall on the floor, unable to bare the weight of a world, without his brother in it.

It took him weeks to be able to go in to his room again, but the smell of old beer was almost as bad as the blood he could never quite wash off his hands. So walk in he did heart in his stomach, and a miracle at his side. He walked. Because he had too. So when he found a box under his brothers bed, Sammy written across it in the block letters of a child. He was taken aback. The lock on the front was old yet it had been recently unlocked by the lack of dust surrounding the key hole.

Searching around the room led to nothing but old pornos, and half stale pizza slices. Until he looked up from grasping underneath the bed, at a confused looking mutt, with an oddly shaped tag dangling from its collar.

Sitting up, and festering for the dog to come closer, he carefully pulled the collar over miracles head. Attached was a generic dog tag, and a single key. “Always loved your mysteries” a choked sob came out of his mouth, muffled slightly by a hurriedly rubbing at his eyes.

Leaning against the end of the bed, he inspected the lock and key. A perfect match. Fitting the key in he turned, pausing only to shift in to a more comfortable position. The inside was filled with papers, nicknacks and assorted bullet casings. One letter sat on top of the rest, that seemed to be the most resent. It was signed to him in deans haphazard script and sealed with red wax. Opening the seal reveled a letter dated a few days before his brothers death. A last gift perhaps. - - - Hey Sammy you and I both know I’m shit at saying my words out loud, and heaven forbid I actually admit to like or care about something. But the thing is Sammy I do care about three things in this world. You, my baby, and Cas. But it will always be you first, thats why I made this box Sammy, its for you my last gift to you. If i’m dead. And we both know id never let you read this if I was alive, I want you to know a few things.

First: Im waiting for you Sammy no matter where I am, I’m waiting for you. Cause your my stupid ass little brother and I’ll always need you. I cant be happy anywhere with out you in it.

Second: Take care of yourself, I know you. You learned one of my worst character flaws “everything is my fault” Its not Sammy I don’t care how I went it would never be your fault. Find Eileen stop hunting for a bit and just live. Just live Sammy. Be a human and get stuck in grocery lines for insane amounts of time or drive your kid to school. Just don’t name him John and your all good.

Third: cut your hair you look like a damn Sasquatch.

I don't know if I will have the time to write any more letters. And I’ve rewritten this letter so many times. So since this is the last one I wrote before my death then here’s what’s just happened. Cas is gone. The empty came for him. Bobby, Charlie and even the damn miracle dog, their all gone. As I sit here writing to you Lucifer and Michel are having th staring contest to end all staring contests. Because I might be too busy trying to save the world again, from God.

So, if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started hunting with you. And you helped me. You helped me Sammy, we’ve lost so much since I walked in your door all those years ago. Even if you didn't know what I was talking about. You in your weird striped pant thingy, and a girlfriend. Being with you made me not feel alone.

Because I know there are people who will say our lives didn’t happen, tell those sons of bitches how awesome I was. And there are people who will forget what it’s like to be normal when they get dragged along on the journey of being a hunter. I know our lives will be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs.

And you’ll be somebody's dad, because I can’t imagine a time where I die without saving you. But right now, these moments are not stories. These are our lives, our crazy demon, angel, monster filled lives. This is happening. We’re here. And as I look at this world so beautiful. And so broken. But it was Home. It was our Home. You, me, jack and that wonderful angel, following each other from heaven to hell, and everywhere and everything in-between.

And in this moment, standing against God himself, with little to no chance to survive but sheer dumb Winchester logic and luck. I would swear on my own soul.

We are infinite.

So get up off your ass, we’ll see each other again. Death hasn’t ever been able to keep us apart, even if there’s a new reaper I doubt that will change. But don’t worry I’ve got my hand full waiting for you. And I for one cant wait to see Kevin, and Charlie’s faces.

And besides I’ve got an Angel to run after.

Love your brother, Dean

- - -

After The tears slowed down long enough to read the letter once, he read it again. And again. Until the words could be read when he closed his eyes. Picking himself up, and off the floor, he walked towards the door, pulling on one of deans larger jackets on. Making his way slowly through the bunker, the dog at his heels, a silent companion.

Packing himself in to the drivers seat of the impala. He drove. Past hills and mountains, through valleys and towns. The same old mixtapes playing on repeat. And so the stories rose up. The tale of a man, searching for a woman. Who would stop at nothing to find her.

Hunters gathered around fires, in kitchens, and anywhere more than three could sit long enough to hear the tale of the Winchester brothers. The boys not even death could separate. The avenging angel, who would always come when called. And if you were lucky enough to find someone who knew them you could count yourself lucky, as not many that did lived to tell their tale.

It took time. Several thousand contacts. And mile after mile of the same road. But find her, he did. In an old run down dinner outside Chesapeake she waited. Together, tears shed for the ones lost along the way, old pains were dulled and almost forgotten. Except green eyes. Those would forever remain. Burned like a hand print in Sam's mind.

They settled down, and for once Sam got to be on the other end of the job. Instead of protecting people with guns and swords. He protected people with warm hugs and tender words. This life came almost easily to him. The routine distracting him from the ghost of almost forgotten smiles.

When his time came there was no fuss. Just a hand holding his. Dean. His sun, his son. The light that had been extinguished by the passing of his brother had come roaring back with a passion with the birth of his son.

His son.

Those simple words brought him so much joy. But sam knew. He could feel it. The end was here, and he wondered what might have happened if he had given up on that empty bedroom floor.

“You can go Dad its ok”

- - -

“Bitch”

“Dean”

[lordseochangbin]

he’s back, for his princess ♔ ♕

description: you used to be the prettiest most popular girl back in high school when your boyfriend was around. but since he left for a music career, his enemies have bullied you. they’ve called theirs’ way too many times,,   until your boyfriend comes back– to claim you his once again. masterlist

a/n: wow i cant believe it. 1.2k followers?? thank you so much guys <333 

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you were sobbing under the covers when trinity ran into the room. “mel.. are you okay?! changbin said-”

you peeked a little from under the covers, after your phone sex your arousal was spread all over your blankets-- and you didn’t want to make that clear to your best friend. “changbin said you were hurt?”

you sighed deeply as she showcased her concern, “it’s alright trinity, we’ll talk about it in the am okay? i just wanna sleep right now, and you should get some sleep too” you smiled a little to show your appreciation, earning a smile back from her.

“alright then.. good night mel. youre making breakfast by the way”

“fineee” you grumbled as you covered your face with the cotton sheets. 

your mind lingered around other things however. you hadn’t talked to changbin in a week or so and he called you like that? he asked about your day, but as time went on it seemed like changbin did own you. he called you whenever he wanted, whenever he needed to. maybe wooyoung was right, you thought. maybe you were changbin’s little whore. your eyes filled with tears, slipping shut as your slowly put on your pajama shorts again, discomfort between your wetness and the material. he did show concern for you, but he seemed so far away. 

i miss changbin, you thought for the billionth time that day.

a week later, you woke up to your phone filled with calls from changbin. the quicker you declined, the more he called back.as the sunshine started the brighten through your window you woke up to make trinity breakfast once again- yes you were that grateful for saving you the other day- and packed your bags to leave. 

“leaving early?” trinity asked, forced to wipe her morning eyes because the sun. you unconsciously walked to the school building, but your thoughts were someplace elsewhere. even after class, till the afternoon, your mind was still thinking about changbin. what if he was just calling you for morning sex this time? maybe that’s why he was so desperate to call this morning. “little horny fucker” you cussed, kicking a pebble with so much angst it hit someone in the shin. 

“ouch!” wooyoung sarcastically said. “fiesty now, huh babygirl?” wooyoung was walking along with two girls, selena and bailey-- both used to be in love with changbin.

you stopped your tracks, simply walking around him before bumping into mingi. “where do you think youre going? off to changbin?” he laughed

“no..” you mumbled softly before he could grab your shoulders.

“what’s wrong now? its been two years since he left, you should just end it now hmm?” bailey suggested

“yeah love, facetime calls are no better than what you could be getting from us” wooyoung winked

“fucking disgusting” you spat into wooyoungs face, shoving him off to the side. mingi was quick to grab you, pushing you onto the floor like last time. 

“god, how could he be into such a stupid bitch like you?” selena said before you could feel her foot to your face. you fell on your back, your hands quickly meeting your face to take out the pain. 

with a huff, you got back on your two feet- pushing selena onto the ground. this was not something you wanted to do, however you felt the need to keep your pride. they were degrading you on the spot, and you felt like you had to something back.

wooyoung grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. “hey! apologize, you little whore. god- you take on so much for your boyfriend huh?”

“what’s so bad about that?” you heard a deep yet familiar voice ask. you looked up to see a dark figure unlatch your hand from wooyoung’s, pushing him off to the side. from the angle, the sun made his face dark, as if your lord(seochangbinhhahaha) and savior was standing with in front of you, the brightness of the sky surrounding his perfect features. 

“changbin-” you spoke breathless as he helped you up.

“now i swear to fucking god, one of you guys messes with my girl and i will find you, got it?” he spat onto mingi’s face before dragging you out of the scene. 

“ch-ch-CHANGBIN.” you panted, pulling on his arm for him to stop.

he turned around, quickly pulling you into his arms. “god, i missed you so much mel” (a/n: ok sorry i just imagined him saying my name and cried omg)

tears started to fall from your eyes as the print of wooyoungs grip on your hand started to carry feeling, but changbin’s comfort next to you was enough to make you feel better.

“shh...shh.. im here now baby. and im here to stay” you looked up at changbin in confusion, “but.. but stray ki-”

“they’re all going back to school, except for chan woojin and minho, but the rest will be coming here” he whispered. your eyes looked to his hand, full of bruises from the lack of rest.

“now let’s get you home, huh?” he whispered, only to hear you hum in response. the feeling of being in his arms quickly took over your mind, your voice left speechless, eyes focused on only him. it was crazy to think he was here now for you. but it was real, you could tell.

when you two got home the kitchen was filled with trinity’s cooking, minho holding her waist as she works around some food on the stove. 

“changbin.. mel youre back!!” trinity said, moving minho to the side making him pout. 

“we already caught you two” changbin laughed as trinity slapped minho’s chest.

“ouch! hey it’s not my fault they came early” minho said, clutching onto the spot where trinity hit him. 

after awhile of talking and setting up the table together, the four of you sat around the prepared food. much discussion went on about the band and their postive outcome before dinner was long gone.

“mel.. you should be jealous. changbin was all over me in front of the cameras” minho said, making you turn to changbin. minho hands met the table as he felt a sharp pain the shin.

“fuck-- why is everyone hurting me today?” you and trinity laughed together as changbin shot piercing eyes through minho’s skin. 

after awhile the table was relaxed, and you felt a hand on your thigh. 

it started out as a surprise, your hand on top of his as he gave your thigh a tight squeeze. but then it became more. your hands fell off his as he started to move his around more.. up your shirt... down your leg... on your heated core. you let out a small gasp as you felt his tease you, shooting him a quick glare before asking trinity if she needed help.

“with this? don’t worry about it. i have to put minho to work anyways” minho pouted as he started to grab plates and before you could reply changbin decided to interrupt you. 

“sounds good, we’re gonna go to her room” 

“changbin-” you gasped as he grabbed your hand, feeling yourself being dragged out of the room. 

“wait!” minho called before changbin could open your door, “should i turn on the tv, just in case your ‘snoring’ gets too loud?” he asked with a smirk

you turned around meeting eyes with trinity, herself trying not to laugh as he hugged minho from behind

“yeah” changbin replied, “make sure to keep your volume up” he smirked, making your jaw drop as he pulled you into the room and closed the door shut behind you.

immediatly you heard the tv turn on, the volume increasing before changbin could slam your back against the wall.

“you thought i wouldn’t have you tonight, huh?” changbin purred into your ear in a deep, stirring voice. 

you closed your eyes in quick pain, his hand on top of your wrist. his hand was on top of your wrist. and it hurt like hell. 

“a-are you okay? babe?” his mean eyes quickly softened as he let go of you, “did i do something?” he asked in a caring tone

“it’s just my wrist babe.. can you go soft on me today?” you asked, your head tilting to the side as he considered the question.

changbin gently grabbed your hand by the fingertips, giving your wrist a quick kiss before kissing your shoulder,, your collar bone,, your neck,, and finally your lips. 

your hummed into the kiss as he swiped his tongue under, dominance so hard yet soft as he picked you up and placed you on the bed 

“are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, his body hovering over yours

“i’m okay..” you said, wrapping your hands around his neck as his strong arms caged you. “now let me see just how much you missed me” you whispered

his eyes carried stars as he examined your face. fuck, how were you so beautiful? the way you hug him, the way you kiss him, the way you talk dirty to him. he gave you a peck on the lips before stripping the both of you off. 

“i missed this” he whispered, giving you another kiss as one hand started to massage your breasts. his thumb caressed them before pinching your nipple, making your eyes shut at the feeling. his other hand was quick to find your wet core, placing two digits inside as he moved inside you.

“so wet for me already... i love it” he said as small moans started to escape your lips. your body started to roll against his, the need for movement and less distance started to feel real as changbin used his strong arm to pull you closer to him.

slowly his hand left your chest to meet your ass, giving it a tight squeeze before using it as a relief as he watched your fuck his fingers on the spot. you started to whimper loudly realizing how much damage it would be once his fingers were replaced. once he was all in you. the thought made your core dripping yet as changbin started to mumble quick “i love you’s” onto your chest.

and in that moment your felt his member slid past your folds with no warning. he placed his lips on top of yours giving you the time to get used to the stretch before moving inside you.

“i- OH-love you” you yelped as he hit your g-spot. he was soft yet so quick as he thrusted into you, his hands on both your sides so he wouldn’t crush you on top of the bed. you watched as his grip on the comforter tightened, his veins popping as his eyes fluttered at the feeling of being inside you.

“baby it’s been too long.. im gonna cum” he said

“go faster binnie” you whispered, a hand grabbed his hair as he increased his pace

your mouth stayed open, moans and grunts leaving the both of you. the bed creaking, tv blasting to cover your noises from anyone outside of your room. but you couldn’t hear anything else. all you could hear was a quick yet loud groan before changbin’s warm cum could meet your pussy. 

“babe...?” he asked as you continued to thrust yourself against him, cumming oh so fine around his member.

“i know you said to be soft today..” he said, one hand off the bed to caress your flustered cheeks “but may i remind you of who your boyfriend is? i think you forgot while i was gone” 

your eyes started to tear as he left his cock inside you. what was this? he wasn’t calling you his whore? his fucktoy? his princess? you sighed in relief, wondering why you could ever believe that he was using you, especially after coming back.

“its you changbin. you’re the love of my life” you whispered before he could place you under the sheets.

he chuckled, happy that you still loved him-even after leaving you. “i love you baby” he said

“i love you too” he replied back, placing a kiss on your forehead before grabbing a towel to clean the both of you up.

[virgilantejustice]

Entrapment

Well, i wrote this a while ago, so im not entirely sure if it works as well as it did with the actual context at the moment, but what the hey! (Does that make sense?)

Also, i hate to say, but my last fic got 3 notes. And one of those was from me reblogging it so it could get more. It didn’t. So, please, if you see this, please reblog it. Its getting harder and harder to post fics because i feel like no one cares….

Anyways!

Master post link

Word count: Approx 1100

Trigger warnings: Imprisonment, crying, i hesitate to say sympathetic Deceit but i feel i should, dark Patton(?), tell me if i missed any

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Deceit opened his eyes, squinting in the bright, assaulting sunlight that met them.

That wasn’t right. Why was his room so bright? Why was his bed so hard. Why was it so cold.

It wasn’t his fucking room.

Standing up, Deceit looked around him. He was standing in a small cage, simple metal bars, barely rising above his head and narrow enough to reach the sides with outstretched arms.

Not good.

Blinking away his sleep, Deceit saw a figure on the other side of the bars. He moved towards them.

Patton?

“Patton, whats going on?” he breathed, slightly breathless with mounting panic. This was all just a prank, wasn’t it? Just a poorly thought out prank?

Somehow the look on Patton’s face didn’t seem like that. His face was almost unreadable, except for the traces of anger around the tight lips, tints of sadness in the wide eyes, holding himself far straighter than usual, as if trying to convince himself to be confident.

“I can’t let you hurt Thomas,” he whispered, his eyes closed.

“Hurt him?”

“Yes!” His face wasnt unreadable anymore. Pure disgust stung Deceit’s eyes as it appeared too suddenly to register. “You just hurt him! You’re a liar! And i wont let you!”

“So this is your solution!?” Deceit cried. He knew Patton hated him, but this? “Locking me away? What if the time comes when you need me!”

“Simple,” Patton purred, his voice suddenly venomous, “that time wont come. We don’t need lies. They’re wrong. You’re wrong!”

Deceit shrunk backwards, panic beginning to fill his mind. “How did you even do this?!” Deceit cried, clinging to the bars until the cold metal dug into his hands. “This is Roman’s realm!”

Patton blinked a few times, his lips twitching and his fingers trembling. “Who’s saying Roman isn’t doing this?” he mumbled at the ground.

“He wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t he?”

Deceit faltered. No, Roman would do this, would he? Roman liked him, he was nice to Roman. But only Roman could control imagination enough to do something like this.

Patton was staring at him, a strange ferocity in his eyes. Deceit could see how his chest was rising and falling rapidly and reached out to him through the bars.

“Please,” he whispered, desperate enough to resort to begging. “You don’t want to do this.”

Patton continued to stand completely still, staring at the ground. Then he blinked slowly and looked up, hatred burning in his eyes so hot that Deceit flinched back. Sweet Patton, innocent Patton, with such seething loathing, it made tears spring to his eyes.

“You’re so full of lies, Deceit,” Patton hissed, coming closer. “We don’t need you.” Deceit fell to his knees. “Thomas doesn’t need you.” One tear slipped down his scaled cheek. “We don’t need your lies!” He crumpled to the floor.

“No,” he murmured, more to himself than Patton. “You do need me, i’m good, i do good.”

He did, didn’t he? He tried! Its not his fault that they decided that they hated him before they even met him!

“I’m sorry, Deceit,” Patton hissed out his name like a curse. “But you’re staying here.”

Patton began to walk away, the usual spring missing from his step. Deceit leapt up and banged his fists against the bars.

“You cant do this! They’ll come! You need me!”

Patton simply put his hands to his ears and kept on walking away.

Deceit sunk to the floor of the cage, tears flowing freely down his face. Shaking sobs racking his body. Once he saw that Patton was safely out of imagination and back in the mindscape, he let out a scream that shook the ground.

They still saw him as the bad guy?! After all that?! The snake come to lure them into sinning! It wasn’t true! It wasn’t! It couldn’t be!

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“Patton! What in the wide world were you thinking!”

Logan’s voice met Deceit’s ears as if it were miles away, but when he opened his eyes, his shiny black shoes were right there on the other side of the bars.

He must have passed out, he thought, as he picked himself off the bare floor.

“I told you, i didn’t do it, i don’t know how it happened!” Patton said quietly. Deceit let out a hiss.

“You’re lying!” he growled. Patton looked at him, traces of hate lingering in his eyes, but overcome with fear.

Roman spun around and grabbed Patton by the shoulders, shaking him. “What happened to ‘lying is wrong’, Patton!?” he cried, his voice cracking.

“With exceptions!” Patton replied in a shaking, petulant voice.

“Just stop it!” Logan cried, fiddling with the lock.

“Stop what?” came a small voice from behind them, they all froze. Virgil was standing there, his eyes glistening. Logan jumped back. Recognition of what was happening struck virgil so hard he stumbled.

“Who?” he growled, his hands balled into fists.

Roman stepped aside to reveal Patton, who had his hands drawn in to his chest.

“You?” Virgil breathed, closing his eyes. “Why?”

“He was hurting you,” Patton whimpered. Deceit hissed again.

Virgil looked at Logan, who was still working on picking the lock, nodded, then turned around and walked quickly back to the mindscape.

Patton reached out a hand to him, as if to pull him back, but he had already disappeared inside the door. He spared one last teary look at Roman, then bolted after him.

Deceit let out a sobbing breath as the door swung open, and he fell forwards into Roman’s arms. Roman gently held him for a moment, before leading him slowly back to the door to the mindscape.

“How did he do it?” Deceit said, looking up at him. “Only you have enough power over imagination to build something like that.”

Roman sighed. “I gave him some control a few days ago,” he said. The pain in his voice made Deceit’s heart twinge. “He said he wanted to make something, i pictured a garden or something, I never dreamed…. i never…. I’m sorry.”

“I dont think any of us could have for seen this,” Logan said, his brow creased.

“Really?” Deceit asked, his voice dark. They stared at him. “He hates me.”

“But, Patton-”

“Thinks that everything is wither right or wrong. he has placed me in the ‘wrong’. He hates me.”

They had arrived back at the entrance to the hallway, and Deceit leant against the doorframe, scrabbling together some of his usual suave demeanour despite the fact he was in his pyjamas and had practically just been carried back, but the other two backed away all the same.

“And it’s not just him!” And with that, he sunk out to his room, crumbled, and sobbed.

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This piece was written for @imgoingtocrash with the prompts Peter Parker is Tony Stark’s Biological Child and Amensia. I love your blog and your writing and I hope you enjoy this piece :)

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Summary: There was no reason the experiment should have gone wrong. FRIDAY ran countless simulations, each one giving good results. And yet, it does, leaving the Stark family to suffer the consequences.Prompts: Peter Parker is Tony Stark's biological son and Amnesia

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Peter’s head pounded with the heart rate monitor, each spike a pulse of pain. The headache was nothing compared to the burns on his arms, and even that was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

“You ready, kiddo?” His dad asked, smiling. They were working on new Spider-Man technology, Peter’s favourite thing. Except working on the Iron Man armor, of course.

Peter watched the shallow rise and fall of his dad’s chest to reaffirm the idea that he was still alive. After the accident he wasn’t sure.

“Yeah. Did FRIDAY run the final simulation?” Peter responded. His dad nodded.

The accident that was his fault.

“I hope this works,” Tony said, helping Peter set up the experiment.

Everything had been going fine until the last step.

“Can you hand me that?” Tony gestured towards a beaker on the edge of the table. Peter handed to him, careful not to drop it. While the chemical wasn’t dangerous on its own, he certainly didn’t want to risk anything. Just as Tony went to mix the chemicals, Peter felt a pit open up in his stomach.

And then it went to hell.

A loud bang echoed on the walls, deafening the pair of them. All Peter saw was a bright flash before blinding pain erupted in his hands, his arms, his torso. He fell backwards, knocking over a table on his way down. Before he truly knew what was happening the alarm started blaring and water poured from the sprinklers in the ceiling.

Peter sat up, ignoring the pain, and looked around frantically. He saw his dad on the ground several feet away. Unlike Peter, he didn’t appear to be awake. The skin on his hands was red.

Later, Peter would learn that it was from burns, not blood. Not that that was better by any stretch of the imagination.

Peter called out to him. No response. He tried again, this time forcing himself to his hands and knees. He slowly crawled over to his dad, careful to avoid the still-smoking remains of a lab coat.

“Dad?” Peter shook Tony’s arm, already crying at the pain in his own. He tried again before someone was dragging him out of the lab. He wanted to struggle, to go back and make sure Tony was okay, but he was frozen. Even the words had trouble forming.

“Please—don’t—I – he –“

“We’ve got him, okay? We’ve got him.” Replied the person who was carrying him. Peter wondered how he could sound so calm when everything was so clearly not okay.

That was twelve hours ago. Since then Peter had passed out, woken up covered in bandages, and moved from his own spot in the medbay to an uncomfortable plastic chair next to Tony. He wondered why they didn’t have better ones. Pepper had visited him a couple hours before to bring him lunch, but Peter left it untouched on the end table. The guilt in his stomach didn’t leave room for anything else. I knew something was wrong. If I had just said something--

He pretended not to see the sad look she gave him as she left, but it still made him feel worse. The security system in the lab was damaged during the explosion, so they couldn’t look at footage of what happened, but Peter knew she wouldn’t feel bad for him if she ever did see it. Then she, and the rest of the world, would know that the explosion was Peter’s fault. He could have stopped it if he’d said something when his spider-sense went off

They would know, and they would probably hate him. Peter tried to push that thought away—there were more pressing things to worry about— but it was never far. He attempted to distract himself by texting Ned until he realized his phone was destroyed by the accident too. So, instead he talked to the one person he desperately wanted to seek comfort from, even though he couldn’t hear him.

“I’m sorry, dad,” Peter whispered softly.

Peter woke from a fitful sleep around three a.m. He was in his own bed, courtesy of Pepper, and nearly had a heart attack when FRIDAY started talking.

“Sorry to have woken you, Peter, but Pepper has requested your presence in the medbay. She says its urgent.”

“Did something happen?” He asked nervously, fearing the worst. His heart was already racing before he heard the reply.

“Dr. Cho will explain when you arrive.” FRIDAY answered cryptically. The reply (somehow) made Peter more jittery than he already had been. He carelessly tossed the covers onto the floor as he jumped out of bed to run downstairs. He took the stairs instead of the elevator, glad that it was the middle of the night. There were no Stark Industries employees to run into that way.

Dr. Cho waited for Peter just outside the door to Tony’s room. She appeared tired, but still as professional as ever with a clipboard in hand. Upon hearing Peter’s footsteps, she looked up from the charts with an apologetic look. She barely had a chance to explain before Peter started asking all manner of questions, all of them some variation of “Is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s stable, at least. He woke up around twenty minutes ago, Pepper is in there with him now, but there’s something you have to understand before you go in. He appears to be suffering from retrograde amnesia. Do you know what that is?”

Peter shook his head and nervously toyed with the hem of his t-shirt.

“It means that his ability to make memories hasn’t been altered, but he can’t access past memories. We’re optimistic that he’ll make a full recovery soon, but until then, he won’t remember you.”

Peter understood what she meant, but the words must not have stuck, because it still tore his heart in two when he walked in the room and his father looked at him like a stranger. Peter stood in the doorway as if his feet were glued to the floor. He could only watch as Pepper leaned towards Tony and explained who he was.

Pepper beckoned him closer and gestured for him to sit beside her on the edge of the mattress. “How did you sleep, sweetie?”

“Not very well.” Peter answered, looking anywhere but Tony. He didn’t want to see the bandages that were there because of him or the bruises that were there because of him and he definitely didn’t want to see the confusion that was there because of him. This is all your fault.

“Sorry to wake you early, then, but I figured you would be more upset if I hadn’t.” Pepper said. Peter wondered if he truly would have been more upset if she hadn’t woken him up until later. He already felt like shit anyway, so it probably didn’t matter.

“It’s okay. I was awake when FRIDAY called me anyways.” Tony looked confused at the mention of the AI, but he didn’t say anything. Peter felt another twang of guilt.

Pepper only nodded. Neither Peter nor Tony knew what to do. Peter could feel his dad’s eyes burning a hole in the side of his head as he stared out the room’s only window. There wasn’t much to look at other than the dark sky, but thanks to his spider powers, he could hear the traffic in the city below them while he once again played with the hem of his shirt.

After several minutes of the painfully tangible tension Pepper excused herself by claiming she forgot something she needed upstairs. Peter watched her go warily. He suddenly didn’t know how to act around the only constant figure in his life. He desperately wanted the comfort that only his father could give him but couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t deserve it. As soon as the door shut behind Pepper the tears started flowing.

“I’m sorry,” Peter sobbed. “I should have done something—”

“What could you have done?” The words were sharper than Tony intended them to be. He wasn’t sure how to comfort this kid that he was told was his but didn’t recognize. He only knew his name and relation because Pepper had informed him before fetching Peter, hoping to soften the blow even just the slightest. It hadn’t worked.

“I don’t know. Something. Anything. I’m the one who has super healing, I should have taken more of the blast.” Peter rambled. He tried to look anywhere but at his father. This time Tony’s words were softer, closer to the way they normally were but still unusually harsh.

“There isn’t anything you could have done. We won’t know what really happened until the fire marshal gives us his report.”

Peter flinched at Tony’s tone. He’d heard his dad talk like that many times, sure, but never to him. That voice was reserved for board rooms and SHIELD agents. That voice was reserved for people Tony didn’t know. Tony sighed, leaning his head back against the pillow.

“Look, kid, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to take this out on you. I don’t know anyone who’s come in this room today even though you all very clearly know me. And I know it hurting all of you, but I don’t know how to fix it.”

“I know.” Peter said, finally looking at his dad. “Dr. Cho said there isn’t much we can do but let the memories come back naturally. I don’t want to make you feel bad about it, but I cant pretend that it doesn’t hurt. You’re the only person who’s been there for me my whole life. It’s hard to feel like a stranger.”

Tony looked sadly at the kid (his kid, he reminded himself) sitting at the edge of the bed. He looked much younger than Pepper had said he was. His small frame was practically swimming in the red sweatshirt he was wearing. They could certainly afford clothing that was the right size, so where had he gotten it?

“Where is the sweatshirt from?” He asked. Peter looked at what he was wearing like he too was only noticing it for the first time and shrugged.

“It’s yours. From college.”

“Oh.”

“You went to MIT. Graduated summa cum laude in engineering. Not that you graduating top of your class was surprising.” Peter allowed a small smile with the last sentence as if it was some sort of inside joke. Maybe it was, Tony wouldn’t know. “Uncle Rhodey—your best friend—went there, too. It’s where you met.”

“Is Rhodey short for something?” Tony couldn’t imagine that was his real name. Peter nodded.

“James Rhodes. He doesn’t like being called that, though. I’m sure he’ll be by later this morning to visit. He was in Washington for a conference, but Pepper called him after the—uh—the incident.”

“Is there anything else I should know about him before he comes?”

“You call him honey bear a lot, too. He’s a colonel in the military, and an Avenger. War Machine, actually. The government tried to change his name to Iron Patriot but it’s not anywhere near as cool.”

Peter yawned, the events of the last sixteen hours weighing on his shoulders like a ton of bricks. Even though Tony would rather keep talking, keep trying to learn about his life and maybe jog his memory, he sent him to bed. Pepper said she wouldn’t mind filling him in on what he needed to know, and supposedly FRIDAY would be able to do the same.

Peter didn’t protest, welcoming the invitation to sleep. He hadn’t been able to earlier, tossing and turning nervously, but now he could barely keep his eyes open. There was nothing he wanted to do more than crawl into bed and bury his emotions in a heap of blankets. Peter nearly fell asleep in the elevator on the way to the penthouse. Pepper was waiting for him on the other side. When she asked if he needed anything, Peter shook his head and made his way down the hall to his bedroom.

Sleep brought relief. Much needed sweet relief.

Tony, however, wasn’t so lucky. Sleep eluded him as the sun rose. He filled the time by asking FRIDAY (who he thought was fucking cool and also a little weird) questions.

“What does Pepper do? Like as a job, I mean.” He asked. FRIDAY had answered all his questions diligently and patiently. It was easier to ask her. She couldn’t be hurt by too-harsh words and empty gazes.

“She is the CEO of your company, Stark Industries.”

“I own a company?”

“Yes, sir. Stark Industries was founded by your father Howard Stark in 1940. It was primarily a weapons and tech company until you shut down the weapons division in 2008. Now the main focus is on medical research and technology development.”

“What more can you tell me about Howard Stark?”

“Howard Stark was born 15 August 1917 in Richford, New York. He worked with the U.S. military during World War II and founded Stark Industries before being briefly on the run from the government, primary the SSR for supposed war crimes. He became one of the founding members of SHIELD. He died in 1991 as the result of a car crash. His wife and your mother, Maria Stark, was also killed in the crash.”

"And what about Maria Stark?”

“Maria Stark was born Maria Carbonell in Southampton, New York to a wealthy family and became a philanthropist as well as a socialite. She married Howard Stark before having you on 29 May 1970. Died 16 December 1991.”

“What is SHIELD?”

“SHIELD, or Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, is a government organization that focuses on espionage, law enforcement, and counter terrorism tactics. You are a member of one of their programs called the Avengers Initiative.”

FRIDAY continued without Tony even having to ask, already anticipating what he would want to know. Pepper told him that he designed FRIDAY, and maybe it was odd, but he felt a strange sense of pride at programming her so well.

“The Avengers Initiative was designed to bring together the best and most able people Earth has to offer. Their job is to defend Earth from threats, terrestrial and extraterrestrial, that are beyond the capabilities of conventional military to handle. You are one of the original six members and go by the title Iron Man.”

“Original six? How many are there now?”

“There are thirteen active members, including your son Peter.”

“I let my son be an Avenger? Is there something wrong with me?” Tony was shocked. He may not know very much right now, but it certainly seemed wrong that he let his son be a part of something so dangerous. Maybe I should fix that.

“What does he do?”

“Peter, also known as Spider-Man, does not participate in the larger scale battles. He spends most of his time on patrols in New York City, stopping small crime and helping out the little guy. For example, on his last patrol, he helped an old lady get her cat out of a tree.”

Tony couldn’t help but laugh at the last part. He could feel a memory poking at the edge of his mind, just far enough away that he couldn’t reach it. It frustrated him to no end. Dr. Cho had told him that he couldn’t force it, he had to let the memories come back naturally, but it was difficult. Tony just wanted to remember. He didn’t want to hurt everyone else, especially after making Peter cry. He didn’t want to ever do that again.

“Tell me about him.”

“Peter’s full name is Peter Anthony Stark and he was born on 10 August 2001. His mother, Mary Fitzpatrick, granted you full custody after deciding her career was hardly conducive to raising a child. Peter currently attends Midtown Science and Tech, where he maintains a 4.0 GPA and is also a member of the Academic Decathlon team. Would you like to know more?”

“Yes,” Tony answered.

“His favorite movies are the Star Wars films, and he prefers to watch them in release order instead of chronological order. He believed the experience is more authentic that way. His best friend is another student at Midtown named Ned Leeds and his favorite color is red.”

Just as FRIDAY finished talking Tony heard footsteps in the hallway outside his room. He quickly thanked FRIDAY for her help.

“That’s what I’m here for, sir.” FRIDAY replied.

Tony was released from the med bay later that day, just in time for dinner. Pepper was the one to make sure that he didn’t end up on the wrong floor. FRIDAY could have done the job just as well, but Pepper didn’t want him to feel more disconnected than he probably already did.

"Dinner is ready if you’d like to eat now,” Pepper said once they were in the elevator. The awkward silence was practically tangible in the small space with neither of them quite sure how act around the other.

Tony nodded. Even in Avengers Tower the hospital food wasn’t great, and he hadn’t eaten since he’d woken up somewhere around two thirty that morning. They reached the penthouse quickly, opening the door to Peter setting the table. Peter turned around when he heard them and greeted them with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Tony returned the smile, the gesture unfamiliar to him. If it came out more like a grimace, nobody said anything to him about it. Pepper did her best to keep the conversation going during dinner but had to leave the room halfway through to answer a call from the fire department regarding the lab incident.

“The fire marshal thinks he figured out what caused the explosion,” Pepper said when she came back into the room. Peter looked up at her expectantly. “He said that the chemicals you two were using were mislabeled, and the ones you happened to mix had a volatile reaction.”

“Who would have labelled them wrong? I thought we were the only ones allowed in that lab. FRIDAY would never let anyone else in.” Peter looked to Pepper for an answer, but she shrugged her shoulders.

“We’ll have to check the security tapes. Is it possible that the interns labelled them? I know Tony has them help with some of the bigger organization projects. FRIDAY, can you work on that for me?”

“Of course,” Came FRIDAY’s quick answer. Peter felt a surge of anger. What if someone had done this on purpose? What if his dad never got his memory back and it was all because of some intern?

Peter, Tony, and Pepper were all sitting in an examination room on the medical floor. A week had passed since the explosion and Dr. Cho wanted to check up on their burns as well as Tony’s amnesia. There wasn’t much to check on Peter because of his super healing, but she still felt it necessary.

Cho walked in not long after everyone else, as serious as ever. She wasted no time in checking Peter and Tony’s various burns and bruises before moving on to the more pressing issue.

“Have you been able to recall anything, even something small?” Cho asked. Tony shook his head.

“Any headaches?”

“Not really. I had one two days ago, but it wasn’t a bad one.”

Cho nodded and checked some things off on a chart. Once her questions were finished, she took Tony for an MRI, leaving Pepper and Peter to their own devices for the time being. They avoided the elephant in the room, choosing to talk about things like the tv show they’d been watching that week.

“I found the weirdest thing ever on Netflix last night. It’s only like twelve minutes long, but its about this sheep that lives on this island in the middle of nowhere—”

Peter was cut off by the door opening and his dad and Cho coming back in. Tony took a seat beside Peter and stared towards the ground. Cho cleared her throat before speaking.

“I have some less-than-great news. While it seems that Tony’s burns and bruises are healing correctly, his brain doesn’t show many signs of recovery. That isn’t to say that it isn’t possible for him to get his memory back, but it does mean that the longer he doesn’t the less likely it is that he will.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Pepper asked, concerned. Cho informed them that there wasn’t much they could do other than wait and see what happened.

“You can keep trying to jog your memory, but it doesn’t always work that way. It might work, but it probably won’t. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for being honest.” Tony said. Peter couldn’t do much more than stare at Cho while she delivered the news. What were they supposed to do if he never remembered?

Late one night Peter heard noise from the living room, which was odd considering everyone went to bed hours ago. There was no reason for it to be any of the Avengers since they had their own floors. Deciding to investigate, Peter pulled off the bed covers and quietly slipped down the hallway.

All the lights were off in the penthouse except for the tv, bathing the living room in a soft glow. Peter couldn’t figure out what was playing until his own face appeared on the screen, albeit a much younger version of himself. It was a video from his fifth birthday party. His dad was holding him while Rhodey and Happy stood off to the side, having just sung Happy Birthday to him. Pepper must have been taking the video because she was the only one not in it.

<,i>“I can’t believe he’s five already,” Rhodey said, shaking his head. His dad agreed with him, saying something about how they grow up too fast. Pepper could be heard laughing in the background.

“I know. Feels like just yesterday I was driving you two home from the hospital.” Happy chimed in. Tony glanced down at five-year-old Peter with the biggest grin anyone had ever seen.

“I was so scared that day. It’s a surprise we ever made it back here with how slow I made you drive.”

“Yeah, you had me driving forty on the interstate. If I hadn’t sped up right as we passed that cop, we would have been pulled over.”

“That would have been a field day for the press.” Pepper laughed from behind the camera, the video turning shaky. “Tony Stark Caught Driving Forty on The Highway with World’s Smallest Baby.”

“He was pretty tiny, wasn’t he? Can’t say he’s grown much.” Rhodey joked. Peter let out a small whimper, earning a round of laughs.

“Come on, Rhodey. Your job as an uncle is to make my kid happy, not tease him. Don’t listen to him, bambino, you’re perfect just the way you are.”

“Nah, I’m fairly sure that’s my job too. Right, Happy?”

“Of course. If we’re going to spoil him, we’ve earned the right to tease him a bit. If he’s anything like you he’ll learn to dish it right back.”

The video was over, but another one soon took its place. The next video was much more recent, being from a little over a year and a half ago. This one was of Peter’s first day of high school. Peter remembered that day all too much, in his opinion. Everyone wanted to talk to him because of who he was (he was used to it by then, but it still sucked) and he could barely find a moments peace. He had almost been late to second period by how many people stopped him in the hallway, which earned a lecture from his English teacher that boiled down to, “I don’t care who you’re father is or who you are, if you’re late again you’ll go straight to detention.” To sum it up, his first day of high school sucked.

This time it was Tony behind the camera. Peter was dressed in jeans, a nerdy science t-shirt, and glasses. He hadn’t been bit by the spider at that point and still needed them to see. His dad and Pepper always say they wished he still wore them, but Peter was glad to be rid of them. He’d broken or lost them too many times to count.

“Are you ready for your first day of high school?” Tony asked. Peter glared at him from across the dining room table.

“No. I don’t want summer vacation to be over yet.”

“It’ll be fun. You get to make new friends and see new things.”

“I’m terrible at making friends.”

You’ll be fine.”

The tv paused before the next video could start. Tony stood up from the couch, mug in hand, and started to make his way towards the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Peter standing in the doorway. The pair stared at each other, each waiting for the other to speak first. In the end they both tried speaking at the same time.

“I’m sorry—”

“I didn’t—”

“You can go first,” Peter said, playing with the sleeve of his shirt. Tony sighed.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep.” Try as he might, Peter couldn’t shut his brain off long enough to even doze. He’s spent hours staring at the ceiling and thinking about what Dr. Cho had said.

“Oh. How long have you been standing there?”

“Only for the last two videos.”

“I know it won’t jog my memory.” Tony admitted, defeated. “But even if I can’t remember on my own, I don’t want to forget.”

Peter wanted to ask the impossible question, but he couldn’t form the words. What do we do if you can’t remember? What happens then?

Two weeks passed with no signs of Tony’s condition improving. He’d spent countless hours watching videos stored in FRIDAY’s servers and reading articles about things he’d done. And yet, nothing. The only things he knew were the things he had researched. How odd it felt to research one’s own life and have no recollection of any event that one learns about.

The intern who mislabeled the chemicals was identified by FRIDAY, as well. He was a college intern from NYU. He claimed to have had no intention of mislabeling the containers, but one of his friends informed the police that he had done it on purpose for no other reason than because he had the opportunity.

Tony wanted so badly to meet him in real life. To show him the true reality of his little stunt. To explain how it felt to not even know his own family, his fiancé, his son. He wanted to make him feel the same. He wanted that stupid NYU intern to know how much pain he’d caused.

It wasn’t good enough to know that he would be going to jail for attempted murder, but it would have to do. Tony had more important things to focus on anyway.

Peter woke up the next night when his door flew open. The light from the hallway hurt his eyes as they tried to adjust. He asked FRIDAY to turn on the lights and dim them. Once Peter could finally see, he saw his dad standing in the doorway.

“I love you, bambino. So, so much.” Tony breathed. Peter squinted at him inquisitively. Nobody had so much as mentioned those three words since the accident.

“I remember,” Tony elaborated. “All of it. I remember all of it.”

“Really?” Peter asked, afraid he was dreaming. His dad nodded. “Oh my god.”

Peter nearly tripped on his blankets after throwing them on the floor in his haste to get up. He stood up so quickly he almost gave himself head rush.

The two met in the middle of the room with a bone crushing hug. If both of them we’re crying, nobody had to know. There was no way any of them could go back to sleep now. So, they met Pepper in the living room for a movie night (or was it a movie morning?) complete with fuzzy blankets, ice cream, and an overabundance of cuddles.

When Rhodey came over to visit that morning, he found the three of them asleep on the couch under a shared blanket.

“It’s good to have you back, Tones,” He whispered before heading to the guest bedroom. He hadn’t had the heart to wake them up.

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The Outlaw and the Treasure Hunter - Chapter 28 - ‘Look me in the eye’

Izzy stared at Dutch, then she put two and two together.

“Arthur!” she sighed.

Dutch smiled, “He didn't tell me where you were, just that you were in St. Denis!”

“He shouldn’t have even told you that!” she huffed.

Dutch reached out his hand to touch Izzy’s face, but she pushed it away.

“Don’t...” she whispered, a slight crack in her voice.  

She was annoyed with herself for that. He would never leave if he thought she still cared.

Dutch took a step towards her, so she stepped backwards into the room.

“I think you should leave,” she mumbled, looking at the floor.

Dutch stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

Izzy’s head snapped up, when she heard the lock click.

“I mean it Dutch, I want you to leave!” Izzy murmured.

Dutch took a step forward, and gently cupped her jaw in his hand.

“Not until you look me in the eye, and tell me you don’t love me,” he demanded.

Tears started to pool in Izzy’s eyes. She couldn’t tell him that, because it wasn't true.

“Why? You never loved me, not really. I was just a trophy to you, another notch on your bedpost, except I didn't let it go that far.”  

Izzy let out a sob, as a tear trickled down her cheek.

“Three times you’ve chosen Arthur over me. Sending Charles after me, because you thought I wanted to hurt your precious Arthur, is that the sort of person you think I am? That broke me, Dutch Van Der Linde. It broke me, and it broke my heart.”

Dutch closed his eyes and sighed. He gently wiped the tear away with his thumb.

“I never wanted to hurt you Izzy, I swear. Just tell me, what would you have done in my position, if you’d had to choose between your parents or me.”

Izzy pulled away and glared at Dutch.

“Don’t you dare! Don't you dare bring my parents into this. They’re dead, remember. So don’t you even mention them!” Izzy screamed.

Dutch shook his head, and tried to remain calm.

“Izzy calm down, be reasonable!”

“Calm!” She shrieked, “reasonable! I’ve lost everything! Everything. My whole life has been turned upside down, and you stand there telling me to be reasonable!”

Izzy held her head in her hands and sobbed. Everything that had happened to her in the past few weeks, came out. All the pent up emotions. The loss of her parents, her best friend, the fact that she was now on the run for their murder, and the love and loss of Dutch.

Dutch walked over and wrapped his arms around Izzy, she tried to push him away, but the more she tried, the tighter he held her. Until she gave up trying.

“Listen to me Izzy, I cant begin to imagine what your going through right now, But you need to know, I do love you, really I do.”

He pulled her head into his chest and kissed the top of her head.

“I’ve lost people too, people I really cared for. If I’ve done anything wrong, its that I’ve misjudged you.” Dutch continued, “most people I know would have wanted to kill Arthur if he did what he did to you. I realise now, you’re not like most people. You’re very special.”

“I’d never hurt Arthur,” Izzy sobbed.

Dutch rubbed Izzy’s back.

“I know that now, but you need to realise, most people I’ve run into, wouldn’t have thought twice, after what he did.”

Izzy looked up, and looked Dutch in the eye.

“Its not just that Dutch, you betrayed me!” Izzy whispered, as she broke eye contact.

Dutch frowned, and took Izzy's chin with in thumb and forefinger. He tilted it upwards.  

“What are you talking about, Izzy?” he demanded.

Izzy had stopped crying now, and her eyes grew dark.

“You left me Dutch, even when you knew the Sheriff was looking for me, you rode away. Even though you knew I was innocent, you let the sheriff believe I was guilty.”

Dutch let go of Izzy, and took a step backwards.

“You thought I didn't know what you did. I didn't realise at first. When Sheriff Malloy told me that he felt sorry for my family, because they’d have to see me hang! I didn't realise what he meant, then it dawned on me. It must have been you! Is that how you treat someone you love Dutch? Is it?”

Dutch sighed, and raked his fingers through his hair.

“What was I supposed to do? Tell him it wasn't you, because it was Arthur? Do you think Javier saved you by accident? I had someone checking everyday, Izzy. Every bloody day! Does that sound like betrayal to you?” Dutch yelled.

Izzy walked over to the bed and sat down. She pushed her hair out of her face, then looked up at Dutch.

“Always someone Dutch! But not you,” she sighed.

Dutch walked over to the bed, and sat down next to Izzy. He took her hands in his, gently rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles.

“Do you think for one minute that I didn't wish that could have been me saving you, instead a Javier?”

Izzy shrugged, “I guess it doesn't matter now, you won’t have to worry about saving me anymore!”

Dutch held on to Izzy's hands, she didn't try and pull away. She guessed he still had something to say.

Dutch sighed, “You’re really gonna go to Europe, and give up your treasure hunting, just to get away from me? You really hate me that much.”

Izzy looked at Dutch, “I don’t hate you, Dutch,” she whispered.

Izzy blinked, trying to hold back the tears as she felt her chest becoming a tight. She knew that feeling, it was heartache.

She took a deep breath, “I don't want you to end up hating me either, not like my mother ended up hating my father. She hated that he loved the treasure hunting more than he did her, and what she hated even more was the fact that I loved it too! I see that in you already, when I go off to hunt, and one of your boys go with me.”

Dutch shook his head, as he let go of Izzy’s hands and cupped her face in his hands instead.

“Izzy, I would never hate you. I just worry about you, worry because I don't want to lose you. I can see the joy that it brings you, I never want to take that away from you. If you leave now, and go to Europe, If you never hunt for treasure again, a little bit of you will die inside, I know it!”

Izzy put her hands over the top of Dutch’s.

“You’re not gonna let me go, are you?” she asked, biting her lip.

Dutch shook his head, and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Not unless you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me.”

Dutch leaned away, and removed his hands from Izzy’s face.

“Can you? Can you honestly say you don’t love me?” he coaxed.

Izzy looked Dutch in the eye.

“I...I...”

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A Happy Man (Part 2)

A/N: Hello beauties! This is the sequel to my first ever angst piece “You’ll Be Okay” and I really love it! It’s loosely based off the song Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett! As always, if you enjoyed/have questions/comments/suggestions/all of the above, please let me know! I love hearing from y'all so much and I love you all to bits!

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Masterlist            Part 1

“Have a nice Saturday love.”

Your phone buzzed on the end table next to your spot on the couch, indicating another incoming message from Harry. And just like every other day, you left the message unanswered. For the past 4 days, like clockwork, he had sent you a text at exactly 8:15am, wishing you a good day, and another at 9:30pm reminding you that he loves you. After walking out of yours and Harry’s hotel’s room 4 days ago, you had immediately flown home and showed up a sobbing mess at your parent’s doorstep. Upon the door opening, you found your father raising a baseball bat and your mother hidden on the staircase, in fear of an intruder – as it was the early hours of the morning – a sight you would laugh at if it were any other circumstance. Once your parents realized it was just you, and that you were a wreck, they quickly ushered you inside and to the couch, so you could explain what was wrong. That was days ago, and here you were, still seated in the same spot, staring off into space while your parents watched from the entryway.

“She’s going to start growing into the couch if she doesn’t move Y/M/N.” your dad whispered, or at least whispered as much as a dad was capable.

There was a small thud, and you knew your mom had gently smacked your father’s chest, “He meant a lot to her. She just needs some time.”

“And she can hear you both.” You turned your head to look at the two of them huddled together. “I appreciate you letting me crash here, but you don’t have to dote over me. I’m a big girl. Go to the Christmas Tree Shop or whatever it is you retired folk do.” You tried to crack a smile, but you knew it looked more like grimace.

“Oh hunny, you don’t have to thank us. You’re our baby, of course you are always welcome here.” Your mom cooed as she scuttled across the room to sit next to you and run her fingers through your hair, “Everything’s going to work itself out. I promise.”

“My offer still stands monkey. You let me know where he is, and I’ll go have a nice little chat with Harold.” Your dad smiled, still standing at the entryway.

“No dad. The last thing I want is for you to talk to him right now. It would only make things worse. I mean, I didn’t break up with him. I just told him I needed time. So that’s what I’m doing. Taking some time.” You took a deep breath, talking more to yourself than to your parents now, “Not broken up.”

~~~

“She broke up with me, mum.” Harry’s groan was muffled by the thick white duvet as he laid face down on his hotel bed, still in yesterday’s clothes. “I’ve tried to talk to her every day, and there’s no reply.” Similarly to Y/N, Harry had spent the last 4 days in the same position; wallowing in self-pity and crying to his mother.

“She didn’t my dear. You told me what she said, and she just needs some time.” Anne was seated next to her son, running her hands through his short curls, “You have to understand where she’s coming from. The two of you have been strong for two years, this is just a small bump. Everyone goes through them.”

“Not us, mum. We don’t do this. We never fight, and we never walk away from each other. We’re best friends. Or, we were at least.”

“The two of you are two peas in a pod, don’t doubt that Harry. You have a very busy life, and I mean this with every ounce of love I have for you,” Harry turned his head to peak out from under the blanket to look at Anne, “but you do tend to put quite a lot on your plate. And you never were one for clearing your plate. You’ve been so focused on finding things to keep you busy during this time off, that you’ve put some things to the back burner. Some important things.”

It was like Harry was transported back in time, listening to the bustling streets below while everyone carried on with their lives. Like he wasn’t losing his mind 14 floors above their heads. He knew his mum was right. He always wanted to have a plan a, and a plan b, and plan c, but there was never a risk for that lifestyle before. Never the chance for his precisely planned life to cause such an uproar. But here he was, a weeping, snotty, mess because he planned for everything except his love leaving him.

“Let me ask you, Harry. All of the money, the designer clothes, the followers, notoriety, is it all what’s most important to you? Would you be the happiest with only that?”

His head was shaking before Anne could even finish her questions. There was no doubt in his mind that everything he has, everything his unprecedented luck has been able to provide him, meant nothing if he had no one to share it with. No one to come home to laugh about cute fan encounters with. Nothing without anyone to call up when the silence of empty hotel rooms becomes too much.  “Absolutely not.”

“Then in your heart, you know what to do.” She nodded and patted Harry’s back before getting up and disappearing through the front door.

~~~

“Alright, look munchkin. I love you, you know that. But the ass that’s supposed to be making a dent in the couch is mine. I didn’t retire for you to beat me to it.” Your dad plopped down on the couch next to you. “You have a bed upstairs for that.”

“Can’t dad. ‘ve got pictures of him up there. Don’t wanna look at them right now.” You paused, hearing your mother on the phone, for the 4thtime today, “Who she keep talking to?”

You heard him huff next to you, “Who knows. She’s always got something new to gossip about these days. This week, it’s been about Martha leaving the office to go to the company upstairs.”

You were thankful for your dad. While your mother was always the one to sit you down and talk some sense into you when something was going awry, your dad was the comedic relief you needed. He always knew how to take your mind off of the seriousness of life. Which Is exactly what you needed right now.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, ya know, because of the reason you’re here and all, but you smell kid. I don’t know how it works across the pond, but over here we have these things called showers. It’s real neat, you go in and wash you-“

“Oh my god, shut up dad. We have showers for fucks sake.” You laughed, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the soft murmur of Netflix and your soft breathing filled the air.

“Everything’s going to work out darling. Everyone goes through a rough patch, and it was about time the two of you had yours.” He stopped for a moment, “You know, your mother and I separated for a couple of months.”

Your head shot up at that and looked wide eyed at your father. For your entire life, you idolized your parent’s relationship and wished for nothing more than to achieve what they have. You never would have imagined that they went through any sort of issues. “No you didn’t! When?”

“You were about a year old. I was working double shifts every week while she stayed home with you. She wanted to be able to be there for you every day, watch you grow, and I would have loved nothing more, but someone had to pay for all the diapers you shit in.” you both chuckled, “Me not being home was too much for her and she told me she needed time. Sound familiar?”

“How’d you get past it?”

“I had been staying with your uncle for a couple months, and then woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and told myself I was an idiot for walking away so easily. So, I went back to the house, sat her down, told her how much I loved her and that I was working so hard so that the two of you could have the best lives possible. That’s all I want – the two of you to be happy and not worry about anything.”

The tears were starting to form in your eyes, thinking about how similar your situation is to what your parents went through. Not wanting to sit and cry in front of your dad, again, you patted his knee and stood up.

“About time I go shower, yeah? Wash this stink off.” you smiled and made your way to the staircase, leading to the second floor of your childhood home.

“I love you kiddo.” Your dad called after you, making some warmth spread through your relatively cold body.

In any other situation, you would be disgusted with yourself that this was your first shower in 4 days. But showering was the last thing on your mind recently. As you stood under the searing water, you thought over everything your father had said. Everything he spoke about, you knew is how Harry felt. He told you every chance he got that he loved providing for you, loved being able to make you smile. And it didn’t take much. You got so much joy just by watching in achieve the things he dreamed of and standing behind the scenes to see just how much the love of your life has achieved. But that wasn’t what caused your departure. You had watched Harry make room in his busy life for countless people, so why couldn’t he do that for someone he loved? You thought back to your trip to Italy and hung your head. In his own way, you realized, he did.  After canceling your museum tour, he had the two of your sit in bed all night and watch a Italian historical documentary. Brought you to the private hotel pool with a bottle of wine after not being able to go to the beach and left you a note the morning of your cancelled breakfast date. You realized these were all ways he showed you he cared and wasn’t trying to put work ahead of you. And here you were, standing in your parent’s shower, ignoring all his loving messages every day, just so you could justify your leaving. Quickly shutting off the water, you grabbed a towel and made a beeline to your old room, needing to get dressed and find your phone. You had apologizing to do.

You ran down the stairs, after throwing on some old black sweats and a white t-shirt, your hair still dripping from the shower and leaving a trail of water in your path. Getting to the space you were occupying on the couch, you noticed that your phone was no longer on the charger, “Mom! Where did you move my phone?”

No response.

“Seriously mom! I need to use my phone.”

Again, not response, just the sound of glasses clinking in the kitchen.

“I can hear you in the kitchen. If you’re ignoring me because you’re on the phone with someone from the office, talking about Martha again, I swear I’m gon-“ you choked on your sentence upon entering the kitchen, where you expected to find your mother.

The two of you stared at each other like deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to do or say. A wine glass was gently set down, and the room was so silent that you could hear the silent ringing it made when making contact with the marble countertop. You could feel your breathing start to pick up when he licked his lips and whisper a soft “Hi.”

“He – wha – what are you – how did?”

“I called your mom earlier. Told her I wanted to come. See you.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your lip, not knowing how to get past the awkward tension in the air. You had never experienced this with Harry, this foggy unknown feeling. And you hated it.

“Why.”

“Why what?” lines formed on his forehead

“Why – why would you want to see me?

He continued to just stare at you, like you just asked him the meaning of life, with his mouth agape and hands on now resting on top of the counter. “Because I love you. And I’m not letting this be over. I’m not.” He shrugged, “I know you sai-“

“I’m sorry.” You exclaimed, interrupting whatever he was about to say, “I’m sorry for assuming you cared more about work. I’m sorry for blaming you for cancelling things. I’m sorry for leaving. I’m sorry, so sorry.”

Before you knew what was happening, he had raced around the kitchen island and scooped you into his arms before your knees could buckled beneath you. Muffled gasps were coming from between your lips as Harry ran his hands over the back of your head.

“Shhh, hey none of that. It’s alright. You’re okay. I’m here.”

The two of you stayed locked in one another’s arms for what seemed like hours, making up for missing the feel of each other. Missing the way you could feel Harry’s heartbeat on your temple when hugging him. Him missing the feeling of your hands wound around his torso, toying with his back-belt loops. The two of you missing the comforting smell of the other. Slowly, once your crying subsided, Harry backed away slightly so that he could look at you.

“I think we have some stuff to talk about, yeah?” you nodded simultaneously and moved to sit down, facing each other, on the kitchen island stools. He gently picked up both your hands in his own, “Before you say anything, I need you to know I love you. I am so fucking in love with you that it makes my head spin. And when you walked out of that hotel room, I felt like I was drowning.” You moved to apologize again, but he quickly cut you off, “I don’t want to hear another apology out of you. Don’t ever apologize for your feelings. The hurt you’re feeling is yours to feel however you see fit.”

“I just, I don’t want you to think I’m asking you to choose, H. I would never. I know how much your career means to you, it means everything to me too. Watching you succeed and do what you love means the world to me.” You sniffled, trying make sure he understood that you support him in everything he does.

“But I would. I would choose. Because as much as I love the traveling and picking up new projects, and always being busy, I love you more. I love you more than all the sushi I could stomach in Japan. More than the packages Gucci sends me with new clothes. More than there are stars in the sky. So, I’mthe sorry one. I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt that, m‘love.” His eyes started to glaze over, accent getting thicker, as the threat of tears grew closer and closer.

“My career has given me more than I could ever ask for. This life I live gives me opportunities I never in a million years could have wished for. But absolutely none of it means anything if you’re not there to share it with me.” The smile that graced Harry’s face was brighter than anything you’ve ever seen on him. His dimples were prominent on his hair covered jaw, small crow’s feet loitered around the corners of his eyes, and his hands tightened in yours.

“But you should be able to do those things without worrying about me. About making sure I’m alright. You’re so young and so successful Harry! You shouldn’t have to worry about how I’m feeling 24/7. You should be able to do what you want, when you want it.  To be your own person.” You argued, knowing that this argument was slowly fleeting, as your love for the man in front of you was overpowering any doubts you had.

“I know who I am, doll. But I also know that I’m better with you. I’m better when I wake up to see your hair sprawled all over the bed. Better when I see you in that black dress that makes it hard for me to breathe. Better when you’re around. So, if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower again, or drive a new sports car, that’s okay.”  he shrugged, seeing your inner turmoil in your eyes, “Because if the only thing that I have in life is your hand in mine, then I could die a happy man.”

You took your hand out of his hold to brush away the tears that had made their way down your puffy cheeks. Guilt flooded through your veins for ever thinking that Harry loved you any less than how he described. So, you leaned forward to place a kiss to his lips, needing him to know you loved him just the same.

“I quite like the Eiffel tower.” You whispered once your lips disconnected from his, and a small chuckle left his lips,

“I know petal. I just want you to know that I don’t need a fancy destination because you’re my great escape. My sense of normalcy in this crazy life. You’re the one I want to repaint the living room while listening to Sinatra radio and dance around the fireplace with.”

You knew when starting this relationship that things would get difficult, what with being in the public eye and all the moving around. But you also knew that it was all worth it. It was worth it when you got to see Harry after walking off stage, after his morning jog, with his tongue sticking out between his lips while jotting things down in his journal. All the scrutiny was worth it when you got to slow dance in the kitchen or lounge all day with Evie. And no amount of rescheduling or cancellations would change that.

“Did you really just try to flex your Gucci deliveries to me?”

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