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Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan


Dan’s POV

 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.


 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.

Your POV

 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.


Dan’s POV

 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms


 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”

Your POV

 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  


 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…

Dan’s POV

 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

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Hello, love bugs! 

Dan x Reader 

warnings- swears, smut

Hi I was wondering if you could make a fanfic where you fall out with Dan (who’s like away somewhere) and he’s like spam texting you and you keep ignoring him, and then he turns up at your door and um… After argument sex!! Haha thanks, ly xoxoxo -anon

“I feel smothered by you. Can I not have one night where I go out with friends and not have you check up on me every five minutes? You’re not my mother Daniel.” Your fingers were quick on your phone as you texted your reply to Dan. You and Dan hadn’t seen each other for nearly a week since he had been gone seeing his parents. Normally you would be at home waiting to see him as soon as possible but it was your best friends birthday and you never get to go out and let your hair loose. Dan didn’t have a problem with you going out with friends. His problem was the picture he saw you post on Instagram of you in a risky type of outfit. Dan doesn’t like to share and he absolutely does not like the thought of a bunch of men looking at you or trying to hit on you.

Your phone beeped back the familiar tone you set only for texts from Dan. You almost didn’t want to read it. His words were probably dripping with sarcasm and sass even if it was only in text form. “You’re right Y/N I'm not your mother but I expect you not to go out like that.” 

“I thought that it doesn't matter what a girl wears. It’s her body and her choice and I don’t need to cater to a man’s opinion.’ Thankfully you were still in the cab going to the club with your friends. You may just go and give him a piece of your mind in person if you weren't already on your way to the party. This was the only thing Dan and yourself ever really fought about. He trusted you with his life. Dan’s problem was trusting everyone else. 

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mlledefer  asked:

So, for a happy HC After his death, Ardyn is finally able to reconcile with his family and get a big hug from his daughter:"We miss you, dada" This is probably never gonna happen, but it's nice to dream something happy once in a while

Oh dear you’ve gone and opened up a fucking crate of head canon feels here I go… Because I had a similar thought before.

A few quick disclaimers before I continue… First, I’m writing and drawing this within the context of my own head canon (because what else would I do?) so it’s up to your to swap things out for your own or…. you know… disregard all of it and tell me to go fuck myself. Heheheh…
Second, a little background music always helps, and I came up with all of this while listening to the ending theme of FFVIII. It’s so perfect…. ah god I love this song.
THIRD.. This post will give a little more insight to what I have here.


Ardyn woke up gasping as if he’d not felt breath in ages. He had died, he knew. He had done it. But he was awake. He was… strangely conscious. Not again, he thought. I beat this… I can’t be…

His vision focused and he suddenly realized his surroundings. He knew this place, though it was a sore sight for the glory it once held. Around him were the scorched remains of his bedroom in his marital home. Izunia had burned it along with everything else tied to his legacy. He was on his old bed, a place he’d known numerous pleasures. Not just where he made love to his wife and others, but where his two children were born. Where countless mornings were spent wrapped in another’s embrace, wasting the day away. Where he slept, warm and safe. The silk sheets were now damp and moldy, or at least what little remained of them. Once brightened by vibrant color, the walls and decor were gray and decayed. Ardyn looked towards the windows but could only see a thick fog. It was as if there was nothing out there.

Slowly, he sat up from the bed and placed his feet on the ground. He spent a moment trying to understand whatever could be happening, but there was no answer. Looking upon this place was too much. He felt like destroying all of it, but at the same time, could never bring himself to actually do it. Before he could think too much about it, however, he heard something. A child? Laughing? He jolted to face the door and through it he swore he saw a young blonde girl rush by. Standing, he called “Who’s there?” No response. Cautiously, he crept into the hallway, seeking the figure he’d just seen but finding nothing but more ruined remnants of his once peaceful life. The staircase just a ways off, and he could hear more giggling below. He made his way.

The first thing he saw was his old piano. He’d play for his family and guests, whatever song they enjoyed most. He taught his son, Aiolus, to play and had just begun teaching his small daughter, Galena, to play as well. At least before everything had gone terribly wrong. Just behind the piano were the doors to the back yard, where he and his wife, Florentia, hosted numerous parties. How many times had he gotten so drunk and sang gibberish at the top of his lungs? Gods, there was no telling. Ardyn swore he could hear a joyous crowd out there at this moment. And yet, the area was shrouded and lifeless. 

He continued to make his way, now coming to the dining room. There used to be many more chairs around the table, but only two were left, and sitting on them would prove hazardous. Against the wall was an old chest of drawers where they kept pretty much nothing useful. Ardyn slid his hand against the wood. It was rough and dusty. But as he touched it, he could hear voices echoing through his mind. Playful children, laughing, and jovial conversation with wine. A grimace grew upon his face. What kind of sick joke was this?

The last thing he’d expected was any sort of afterlife, but Bahamut saw fit to torment him further with an eternity alone in the shattered remains of his home? “So…” he whispered to himself, “You cannot get enough of my anguish? Well played…” He did have to hand it to the astrals. This was far worse than living in darkness in a mortal plane for so many centuries.

But there it was again. The innocent giggling of a child. Ardyn turned sharply in its direction, towards the foyer, and this time caught a decent glimpse of his guest. A young girl, with long blonde hair and straight bangs, wearing a white dress. She was smiling so warmly at him, and suddenly rushed off towards the front doors. He took off at once, calling out “Wait!”

He’d reached the wide double doors leading to the outside, but did not find the girl. She meant for him to go out there, he knew, but he was extremely hesitant. At least in here he had the comfort of knowing what was his. All that could be out there was possibly even more agony. And yet…. something about that child… Something so sweet and familiar. Something warm and trustworthy. His breath shook and his hand trembled over the handle of the doors. There wasn’t much more his mind could take… It had been so long…. It had been so horrible. And he’d done awful things just to be allowed to rest, and he didn’t care about any of that. He was glad he had done it. So there couldn’t be anything worth seeing beyond these walls…

When the prophecy is fulfilled, those in thrall to darkness shall know peace.

The words came to him from nowhere, as if the very walls spoke to him. But he knew that voice, and he remembered their keeper… Lunafreya. Was that who he saw?

Whatever was out there… he knew he’d eventually go through. Now was better than ever. Just get it over with… Ardyn sucked in a deep breath and swung the doors open in one fluid motion with his eyes shut tight, bracing himself for the worst.

Through his eyelids, he saw… light.
Vibrant, bright light.
And then… the sounds… of cheering.

Slowly he opened his eyes, his vision gradually adjusting to the sudden glow. And there they were… everyone. The streets were filled with familiar faces. People he knew. People he lived amongst. People he loved and cared for. People he protected from Izunia’s wrath and the starscourge. So many of them.. all before him once again. All of them in an uproar of ovation, laughing, yelling, crying… He knew all these faces, even in passing. This was his home. Everything was new and vivid, full of the life he remembered. Ardyn stood there motionless, lost for breath. The shock had rendered him dumbfounded. What was happening? What was this?!

Before any of this could take him away, he heard it….


The crowd dispersed to reveal the figures he’d mourned for centuries… There they were. Right before him. Florentia, Aiolus, and Galena. Ardyn fell immediately to his knees as his two young children rushed into him, holding him and crying as hard as they could. Especially Aiolus, who was always a sensitive boy. He felt their desperate clinging and pressed them against him, smiling and crying.

Florentia stood a short ways away, allowing her husband to adore his children once again. She had, after all, witnessed everything. There would be much to talk about, and she would love him all the same.

“Dad…” Ailous sobbed happily, burying his face into his chest, clinging to his coat as if for dear life. “I missed you… I missed you so much… Dad… I…”

“Papaaa!” Galena practically sang the word. She reached her tiny hands to grab upon him and laughed enthusiastically as she always had.

Ardyn held them so tightly… “My…. my… It’s really you….” There was no holding it back. He was crying so hard. But the feeling of his children in his arms again… it was too much. Though smiling, he sobbed into them. All of a sudden, everything… everything that had passed in his over two thousand year life came rushing through him. And now…. none of it mattered. He no longer cared. This… this was everything. Just like it had been. “I’m here… I’m home. I’ve….” He gasped between words, unable to compose himself. These were emotions he’d long forgotten. Feeling them now, in such abundance, was more than overwhelming. “I’ve missed you… so much. I love you… My sweet children… by the gods… I have missed you…”

In the middle of the moment, Ardyn suddenly became aware of a presence amid the crowd… He looked up and saw the figure beckoning his attention.

And there she was…

Lady Lunafreya…

She looked upon him softly, and he could see her lips moving to speak. Though the distance between them was distinguishable, he could hear her as if she were standing right beside him…

anonymous asked:

I got myself a journal but have no clue what to put in it or write about?

first of all!! get that first page out of the way w a grocery list or a to do list or something stupid!! and then u are good to go:

-draw the contents or your purse/backpack/desk drawer
-sketch old people on the subway
-animate your kitchen utensils. make them talk.
-go for a walk and stop randomly to draw little details
-sit in a coffeeshop and write down snippets of conversation
-make lots of lists
-draw some things in your room with faces
-listen to your favourite song and illustrate it
-write down recipes
-draw a self portrait doodle with a random thought u had
-draw every teacup you drink from for a week
-illustrate a colour
-look at the clouds and draw them. with faces.
-give yourself little pep talk doodles
-glue in tickets/flowers/magazine clippings
-collage flowers onto yourself
-collage yourself into a flower
-wake up really early and just drawdrawdraw
-make a vine that climbs an entire page
-sketch little details of people you see


hope this helped a lil bit

Wands and Wizards.

Draco was once again off his rocker. He’d taken to the new order of heartstrings and stored them with the unicorn hairs, realized what he’d done, flew back into the storeroom to undo what he’d messed up and had gotten distracted with resorting the empty wand boxes again. See Draco had a date and when he had a date coming, Draco went a bit barmy.
Harry smiled into his bittersweet coffee, before easing back into another frown. Draco was flustered, he looked so disheveled when he was flustered, it was sort of adorable.
“What’s this one do then?” Harry sighed from the doorway.
“What?” Draco cried, breaking his attention away from the larger boxes.
“Who is he? What does he do?” Harry tried again.
Draco furrowed his brows before standing up once more, “Inter-species relations. How?-”
Harry hid his face in his cup, smirking resolutely as he returned to the front once more leaving Draco to flap about before he gave himself away.
“And how are we this fine morning Mr. Potter?” Mr. Ollivander asked from the record books at the counter top.
“Draco has a date,” Harry chuckled.
Ollivander seemed to make an ‘O’ sort of shape with his mouth in understanding, nodding reverently before arising once more and declaring himself tired. “I trust you with the repairs Harry, we won’t be making much progress with the unyielding oak anytime today anyway!”
Harry rolled his eyes in response, they’d been working on the unyielding oak wand, 13 inches, for about 3 months now and it was being quite stubborn, much like a certain coworker, this wand had a temperament.
“You just get your rest, well try it tomorrow?” Harry smiled. After the war Ollivander hadn’t quite recovered to full health, it could be attributed to his age as well as the ordeal of it all but every now and again he would take a day to himself, let Harry and Draco run things and rest in his apartment above the shop.
“I’m sure of it!” Ollivander smiled once more before making for the door that lead to his apartment stair.
Placing his cup down Harry went to the record books, looked through receiving, three new wands in for repair, every time a new one came in Harry would think of Ron’s broken wand in second year and smile to himself.
“Where’s Ollivander? Upstairs?” Draco popped his head around the corner.
Harry nodded.
“What about the oak?”
“Tomorrow he says,” Harry mumbled into the paperwork.
“Ah,” Draco sighs acceptingly. “I’m taking lunch at 11. If you want to take lunch at 1 I’ll shut up shop for you?”
A very small, bitter, selfish part of Harry, the very jealous miserable part, wanted to deny Draco of this but he was being polite about it and it was true that Harry hated closing up at the end of the day. Draco must really want this lunch date, Harry groaned.
“Yeah okay, whatever. I’ll be in the workshop till then working repairs.” Harry grabbed the repairs pile and staring down at the floor made for the workshop.
Once Harry was alone, had shut the door and locked it, only then did he put the broken wands down and relax comfortably into his shitty mood.

Three years ago Harry Potter had completed his Auror training with flying colours and actual honest to Merlin recommendations. He was in the DMLE Auditorium graduating, listening to his superiors go on about the life and duty of an Auror when he felt inexplicably bored.
He’d decided in that very moment that he didn’t want to be an Auror anymore and left the celebration feeling rather useless and a little lost. He didn’t mean to stumble into Mr. Ollivander closing up, but when he did it only made sense to chat to him for a bit, see how he was. They ended up talking about the Elder Wand for a long while and then wands in general.
After a few hours Harry had somehow gotten hired as Garrick Ollivander’s apprentice.
He remember coming into the shop the very next morning, getting a full tour of the workshop, the workfront and storeroom. It was Draco’s shock of white blonde hair nosing through the storeroom that had shocked him the most.
Draco having being pardoned of his crimes during the war had however been given community service, a chance to pay back the community or those he’d hurt. He’d chosen to help Ollivander at his shop, free of charge, to repay him of the time he’d spent at Malfoy Manor.

There was a knock at the workshop door that awoke Harry from his daydreaming.
“Ugh, Potter. It’s almost 11.” Draco spoke through the door, so clear to Harry that he could imagine him through the door.
“Fine!” Harry barked, “I’ll be there in a sec!”
He heard Draco mumbled before walking from the door.
“Just a few pots of wand polish.” Draco grumbled, refiling the receipts in the old cash drawer.
Harry was about to tell Draco to calm down, he was about to soothe him. He could make him a cup of tea. Or maybe he would just tell him to shove the date and stay at work with him, he could-
No, there was a bloke coming through the door and he was well dressed. Harry rolled his eyes and hovered by the nearest shelf, leaning against it.
“Draco!” The man cried, sounding all too happy to see him.
Harry watched with tensed jaw as Draco looked up and brightened at the man, sending the heat of jealousy to curl inside his chest.
“Alphonse!” Harry rolled his eyes back into his head at Draco’s returned cry.
The aforementioned Alphonse had slicked back brown hair and pale blue eyes, he wore the latest fashions robes, or so Harry assumes. He had a pleasant enough face and it annoyed him. He imagined them together, smiling together in photos and going for trips over the weekend.
He snorted in annoyance.
“Oh um Alphonse, this is er.. Harry.” Draco introduced him. The only time Draco ever referred to him as Harry was to other people. To his dates.
“You two better hurry along now,” Harry offered smally, wishing they’d leave already so he could revert his jealousy into a comfortable wallowing.
“My word. Harry Potter! You never told me you worked with Harry Potter. I’d heard he’d left the Aurors but Wands, of course!” Alphonse gushed and then suddenly Harry’s anger and resentment left him. The look of Draco’s face recede from happiness into a reserved acceptance made his heart go out to him.
“Ah, yes. Potter here makes the wand, or at least helps makes the wands.” Draco offered but Alphonse didn’t hear a word he said. Harry on the other hand noticed he was back to being Potter.
“You should come to lunch with us, it would be wonderful. You must share you stories with us!”
Lord, Harry thought.
Draco was biting his tongue he could see but he looked mad. “Um, I’m sure that would just bore the pants off of Draco!” Harry tried, his mind blanching at the thought of getting into Draco’s pants that way. “I’ve got to watch the shop anyway, you know, make the wands. I have a stubborn piece of oak to work on.” He gestured to the back and hoped Draco would get the gesture he was trying to make. He would however not look him in the eye.
“Oh of course, you’re perfectly right. Some other time then?” Alphonse smiled hopefully.
Harry just nodded, offering a tight smile, feeling highly uncomfortable.
“Should we go?” Alphonse returned his attentions back to Draco who in the meantime had placed his stoic face on indifference on, in an act of Lucius type diplomacy, he smiled his best fake smile and took Alphonse’s offered arm.
“Fuck.” Harry exhaled when they were out of sight down the street.

Harry had repaired the cracks in two wands, and polished the third finding nothing at all wrong with it. He had few customers, received a few invoices and tried tidying up a little before giving into the pull of the workshop.
He’d reached the oak and caressed the wood, even in it’s stasis, the magic thrumming within it pulsed. He decided he’d use some unicorn powder to help align it with the unicorn hair he’d hoped it’d take to but as soon as he sprinkled the littlest amount of it to the right spot, the magic surrounding it flared and rebelled. Getting unicorn horn flecks in his hair.
“Ah, I thought I felt the oak acting up!” Ollivander croaked from the doorway. “What have I told you about wand-making Harry?”
“Like a wand chooses a wizard, the wand chooses its core. Never force it, yes I know.” Harry groaned, “I just thought I’d tempt it or something.”
“I don’t think you should be focusing your efforts on the oak,” Ollivander smiled knowingly.
“Wha-?” Harry smiled confused before a loud bang erupted from the front.
“FUCK YOU POTTER FUCK YOU!” Draco cried, his raw magic thrusting the wand boxes from their places upon the shelves as he stormed forward.
Harry met him in the hall, recognizing the mood, not wanting Draco to ruin the workshop.
“FUCKING FUCK YOU POTTER! You win over my dates without even trying to!” Draco yelled into his face now, mere centimetres away. Harry felt light headed by the proximity.
“I- uh, What?” Harry managed.
Draco took a breath, “Alphonse. Couldn’t ruddy stop talking about the famous fucking Harry Potter, Saviour of the fucking World.”
“What did I do?” Harry winced at his own word, feeling Draco inch close if possible.
“What did you do? What did you do! He was so besotted with you, he spoke of nothing else.” Draco’s fire broke, “I don’t think. I don’t think I’ll be seeing him again.”
“Shame.” Harry accidentally let slip.
“What was that?! Do you have a problem with Alphonse?”
Shit! Harry hadn’t meant to say that last bit out loud, “Uh no?”
“OH! So it’s a problem with me dating?!” Draco snapped back, fire roaring back to life. “Big bad Death Eater should just stay at home and keep to himself is that it?”
“Fuck! No! I just- Look you seem to do well for yourself, Mark or no. Just you have to admit-” Harry fumbled.
“What?!” Draco cried incredulously. “I date too much is it?”
At this point, it would seem the straw finally broke the horse’s back, Harry snapped, Draco was just too in his face, and he wasn’t winning, he never won with Draco anymore. “You DO get around quite a bit, I have noticed!”
“I get around!? I get around?! Are you calling me a slut Harry?” Draco was yelling again.
Part of Harry realized that Draco had slipped and called him Harry to his face but for the most part Harry was mad and stupid and jealous, ignoring the slip to yell back with: “If the wand fits!”
Draco looked like the air was knocked out of him.
There was a thump behind them within the span of awkward silence. Turning to see what it was, Ollivander. Shit! Harry scrambled to the old man. And panic settled in his chest, overthrowing anything else he may have been feeling.

They’d spent the night with Ollivander at St.Mungo’s, not speaking to each other unless it was something akin to ‘Can you get him some water?’ Or ‘I’m going to talk to the nurse again.’
When morning came they took him home, to rest in his own apartment upstairs, close enough for them to keep an eye on.
Draco tidied the wands, placing them back into their places. Harry made them a cuppa, extra strong coffee for himself, extra sweet tea for Draco.
“Here,” Harry whispered, tea in hand.
“Cheers,” Draco took the cup and sipped it, his furrowed brows easing at the taste.
“I was thinking I’d take the couch upstairs, stay overnight with him. I’ll open up tomorrow, watch over him.” Harry said resolutely, waiting for Draco to fight him on this, as they’d fought stupidly the day before.
“You sure?” Draco whispered, throat husky and unused. “Maybe I can do the same the next night, depending on how he’s doing?”
Harry swallowed hard, tempering his feelings. The Mediwitch hadn’t been hopeful, this hadn’t been the first time after all, they’d told them to make him comfortable.
“Yeah, sure.” Harry croaked, making for the stairs.
Draco followed him and together they sat with their dying Maestro.
“Ollivander? Garrick?” Harry tried.
A soft Accio was whispered and a cluttered desk reshuffled itself messily in the lounge outside the door, a set of parchments came flying through the room before it landed in Draco’s hands.
“Read it my boy.” Ollivander croaked.
Draco took his time, reading over each line, eyes bulging as he reread a few of them again and then tears streaked his cheeks suddenly, leaving Harry lost.
“What is it?” Harry tried to whisper.
“He’s willed us the shop. Both of us, Ollivanders Wand Shop is ours after his. His-” Draco couldn’t finish and Harry didn’t blame him. At first he was touched by the offer and then he was confused.
“Isn’t there someone else, a family member. Why us?” Harry cried.
“There is no one. Just you two.”
“Ha! We’ll kill each other!” Harry announced manically. “In the event of our passing we’ll turn your legacy into a joke, throttling each others throats.” Ollivander smiled knowingly again and that hussed Harry up for a little while.
“I’m too impatient, I’ll try forcing all the wands. Nothing will ever get done.” He whispered smalley.
“You will Harry, you will.” Ollivander smiled.
Draco was still in shock, clutching onto the parchment with shaking hands. “Why me? I’m a, I was a- what my family did to you!” Draco cried.
“You have paid back in kind!” Ollivander smiled restfully. “And have done so even after your community service period ran out. You care for this place and everything in it, wholeheartedly. I trust the both of you to take care of the place after I am gone.”
“I wish you wouldn’t speak like that. You could get better.” Harry murmured.
“I am an old man.” Ollivander rose with passion. “No enough of this, let me rest you two. Try stop looking so sour. Save your sad faces for when I am truly gone.”
They let Ollivander sleep and descending down together.
Together. Shit, Harry thought. They were going to share this place together one day. The thought of them together in anything warmed his belly. He didn’t know how long he could watch Draco parade his lovers around him. Oh god! Forever. He’d be doomed to this forever. Watching him parade around forever whilst he sat at the shop all day going over the books to their shop- their shop.
“Wait a minute.” Harry halted them at the foot of the stair. “Ollivander mentioned your community service ending.”
“Yeah, like two years ago. Get with the program Potter,” Draco halfheartedly sneered.
“Draco I’ve seen the books, there isn’t anything in there about your salary. Actually, any type of payment for anything to you!”
Draco softened, letting his shoulders slump, “There is plenty left in the Malfoy Coifers Potter, sometimes one just enjoys having a reason to wake up in the morning. And Ollivander’s is the kind of place that deserves that attention.”
Harry’s heart soared at the happiness dusting the corners of Draco’s pointed face, he leaned in and pecked his mouth, for all his sour faces and his ill moods, Draco always surprised him and he felt himself love him more for it.
Harry stilled and stepped back. He looked down at the floor and made for the door as quick as he could, pushing through the door to apparate.

What in the fucking fuck just happened?
One minute Harry was bring on the Spanish Inquisition and the next he was kissing him. Kissing him! Then it was over and he was gone and shit!
He raced upstairs and threw about a dozen monitoring spells spells over Ollivander before racing back down. Shit.
Harry’s mug was still warm. When had he put that down?
Draco raced over to the counter and started rummaging through all the loose notes and scribbles. “Someone remind to clean this fucking thing out!” He roared to himself. “Ah ha!”
He clutched at the piece of paper, reading it before making for the door. He locks it behind him and apparates to number 12 Grimmauld Place.

When Draco gets there, he takes a moment to acclimate to being indoor after being in the bright outdoors of Diagon Alley.
Then he hears noises, clinking sounds and follows the noise into a room. It seems like a sitting room, or a parlour. What he notices most about it is Harry, pouring himself a glass of Ogden’s.
“Why did you do it?” He wills himself to say eventually.
Harry didn’t seem surprised by his presence and yet he still wouldn’t turn around.
“I said, why did you do it?” Draco felt his own voice break and opted for silence instead of further embarrassment.
“Does it matter?” Harry sneered, gulping down his Firewhiskey. “I kissed you, I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. We’ll drop it okay? I’ll head in later and sit with Ollivander. I promise.”
“It matters to me Potter!” Draco pushed. “Why did you kiss me?”
Harry ducked his head down and braced himself using the bar as an anchor. “I couldn’t help it alright. I’m usually much better at controlling myself. It won’t happen again alright?”
Draco couldn’t believe his ears. He wouldn’t find anything to say. Potter made it seem very convincingly that he felt- that he…
“Look, I don’t want it to affect our work okay. If you feel uncomfortable, I’ll. I don’t know, I might be able to find somewhere else to finish my apprenticeship okay? Its- fuck!” Harry inhaled yet another few fingers of whiskey.
Draco managed a few steps and then, “Fuck this! And fuck you!”
That broke Harry out of his self pity party. “What?”
“I said fuck you! Fuck Potter, I didn’t even know you liked men! Let alone, could like me!” Draco pulled at the sides of his hair. “Fuck! All those stupid dates, Pansy said I needed to get over you. Said I should move on with someone else. I just kept comparing them to you and FUCK!”
Harry faced him fully now, “What?” His voice almost threatening.
“I didn’t mean to. I was late, and that guy, forget his name-”
“Marcus, his name was Marcus.” Harry said.
Draco almost stopped, “Right. He comes to the shop to pick me up, I got caught up reshelving. I didn’t notice the time. He comes in and I’m excited and nervous and then suddenly he isn’t worth it anymore. Because he doesn’t compare to you. No one does.”
He eyed Harry cautiously, he hadn’t read anything wrong had he? What if it wasn’t Potter had meant at all? It could have just been a lonely kind of kiss, one made out of the desperation born from such a sad situation.
Harry pounced on him, leading with his hips and holding onto each side of Draco’s face, pushing them together as their lips met. Draco let himself be kissed for a moment, reveling in the warm of Harry’s soft lips, the passion behind the desperate rise and fall of Harry’s chest. He felt Harry’s face contort in anguish and lept into action, kissing back with equal force, pulling at Harry, clawing at his sides, his hips, his arse anything to encourage him. Letting Harry slip his tongue into his mouth.
Harry gave the smallest chuckled before falling back into the kiss, running his big strong hands up Draco’s back his excitement pushing them against the doorway he’d just come through.
“Fuck.” Draco grunted as his back hit the frame, eliciting a groan from Harry who started making his way down his jaw and up to the lobe of his ear. “Fuuccck!” Draco groaned.
Harry chuckled.
“You have no idea how long I’ve imagined all the different ways I’ve wanted to kiss you over the years!” Harry returned to kiss Draco’s mouth.
“Years?” Draco mumbled through the assault, nipping and sucking on Harry’s lips in return.
Harry nodded, thrusting his hips, slow and hard into Draco’s ever ready erection. “Years.”
Draco whined at both the action and the implication.
Harry rolled his hips into his again, keeping his forehead plastered to Draco’s watching for each reaction, each gasp. He watched as the third roll of his hips made Draco’s eyes roll back and his mouth hang open and watched with hunger as Draco panted, pushing back with his own little hip thrusts.
“Oh fuck!” Draco gasped as Harry went back to suckling his neck.
Then suddenly Harry stilled, and Draco through the haze of lust couldn’t figure out why. If this was some sort of game to drive Draco completely mental it was working.
“Potter. Harry, come here.” He wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and drew him in again, “Speak Merlin, Harry.”
Harry looked at him with scrutiny, making him nervous.
“Harry?” Draco was worried.
Harry shook his head and went into kiss him again but Draco pushed him back with the flat of his palm.
“You have that look on your face Potter. The kind where you let me steal the last of the chocolate biscuits and are stuck with all the plain ones. Don’t think I didn’t notice. I just-” Draco tried to joke but Harry’s focus was hard and all humour left with him.
“I’m sorry I just, I’m wondering how many of those men touched you, how much they touched you.” Harry swallowed as he fingered the hollow of Draco’s collarbone. “I know it’s shit of me, so jealous, it’s pathetic.”
Draco rubbed a hand over his face and sighed, “Years Potter really? Years and you did nothing about it? And you’re stewing over what? How many men you think I’ve slept with? Merlin, the ‘slut’ thing from the other day. Right. Shit.”
Draco pushed from the doorframe and went to find the nearest, what Floo? He was going to Floo out? He was so close to what he’d always, always wanted, and he was going to leave?
Harry caught his wrist and tugged him back.
“I asked you out you prat! Or at least…”Harry offered an earnest smile. “I thought I did until just now.”
“Potter. What the fuck are you talking about? I’m pretty sure I’d remember Harry fucking Potter asking me out.” Draco tried his trademark sneer, his heart not really in it.
“About six months on the job, we closed up together. I asked you out for drinks and you acted really shady about saying no. I thought. At first I thought you were upset I liked men but a few months later you bring in Marcus. Fuck, I thought Marcus was you rubbing it in. I-”
“FUCK!” Draco threw his hands into the air. Ruffling his own hair out frustration. “I thought- I thought you were being nice. I thought you were being friendly, I didn’t know you- No. I didn’t think you could feel that way about me.” Draco explained.
Harry pulled him in again, this time by the waist, resting his forehead against Draco’s giving him a wicked smile before giving him another kiss, this one softer but full of need. Desire and lust poured out of his pores and covered Draco in it, he felt Harry’s heat, felt his cock hard again in his pants.
“Harry,” Draco broke the kiss urgently. “About the other men.”
“It doesn’t matter Draco, I love you, I don’t care about the others.”
Draco blinked, he waited, but Harry didn’t take it back.
Draco pounced on Harry, forcing himself into Harry’s arms, kissing him with open eager mouth, running his tongue along his swollen bottom lip, clutching him, running his hands eager over Harry like a canvas, kneading his flesh, exploring him.
“There were no others, just maybe a few mutual misplaced handjobs but that’s it. I told you Harry,they wouldn’t pass the grade. Most never made it to a second date, the rest not even after-” Draco explained with the broadest smile plastered to his face.
“Draco, shut up and kiss me.” Harry was laughing, squeezing his hold on Draco’s hips.
“Hey, how about instead you give me the grand tour?” Draco smirked at Harry’s momentary confusion. “Starting with your bedroom?”

Harry apparated them to his bedroom out of excitement.
Shit. This was real, this wasn’t a wank fantasy, Draco was here and he wanted him.
“Harry, you’re shaking.” Draco whispered, so tenderly that he almost didn’t recognize his ex high school nemesis.
“I’m just overwhelmed, must be the alcohol finally catching up with me.” He lied, and by the glint in his eye Draco knew it but let him have it.
“Harry,” Draco leaned in close, nuzzling against his neck, whispering in his ear. “I want you. I need you inside me Harry, you have no idea!”
Harry’s knees almost buckled. “Oh god!”
Draco smothered his chuckles into the crook of his neck, placing delicate kisses there. “Off.” Draco ordered, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
Within seconds neither of them were wearing shirts, and as Draco pulled himself up onto the bed removing the rest of his clothes, Harry followed divesting himself of his own pants and trousers.
Harry climbed up to Draco, kissing his knee, his hip, the inside of his wrist and his throat as he made his way to him. “I won’t do anything by half Draco, I’m yours, I can’t be one of those guys who don’t make it past the first date. I meant what I said before. I can find somewhere else to train, it’d be hard but I’d do it.”
Draco reached up and caught his lips in a kiss, “Potter shut up and kiss me?”
Harry smiled down at him, leaning down over him using his arms as support. He kissed Draco slow, shutting his eyes soundly, listening to Draco’s breathing, focusing on his own heartbeat. He caressed Draco’s neck, ran his fingers through his hair.
“I swear if you ask me if I’m sure about this at any point I am hexing you through to next week,” Draco laughed out of breath.
“I won’t I swear,” Harry laughed, kissing the corner of Draco’s mouth, his jaw, his neck. Harry’s own stubble scraped across Draco’s skin and sent a ripple of goosebumps run across his flesh,
Harry rolled his hips, meeting Draco’s cock with his own. Feeling him bare against him. Finally! Part of his brain supplied. He repeated the motion and watched Draco as his eyes rolled back into his head again.
Draco gripped onto the sheets as Harry continued his ministrations, that wasn’t good enough for Harry, who took both arms and held them above Draco’s head, intertwining their hands together.
“Aqua Lubricates.” Draco whispered to himself, “Extendes..” He moaned his body arching up with a shout.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” Harry began.
“Preparation spell I read about,” Draco chuckled.
The idea thrilled Harry’s skin alight with desire. He ran his hands up and down Draco’s body, resting just below his balls, dipping below to find that indeed Draco was open and fully prepared. “How long have you been practising that one?” Harry chuckled throatily, his cock bobbing in eager anticipation.
“You’ll be surprised what you can get away with, with a spellbook and the right dildo.”
“Oh fuck!” Harry cried, he couldn’t wait any longer. He lined himself up and gripped onto Draco’s hips, leaning in to kiss him as he breached his hole with the head of his swollen cock.
Draco winced a fraction and Harry stilled, kissing the tip of his nose, the point of his cheekbone, finding his mouth and showing him exactly how much he wanted him.
Harry held onto to Draco as he pushed his way inside and felt a terrifying feeling churn in his chest, feeling so close to Draco, feeling so connected. He pulled out a little and pushed back in, “Okay?”
Draco nodded a bit too enthusiastically but Harry let it pass. Pulling out all the way experimentally and driving in again.
“Oh!” Draco gasped and Harry was completely lost. Between the tightness and the friction and the delicious noises that started falling out of Draco’s mouth he was lost, giving in to his baser need to quicken his pace and pound into Draco mercilessly hard.
It wasn’t very long until Draco’s head was butting against the headboard in rhythm to Harry’s movements. He tried to adjust them, pull them both back down but slipped out.
“Harry, Harry I need you!” Draco pushed him back and rolled them around. Draco stroked Harry a little before sinking himself back onto Harry’s cock. “I need you. I fuck- Oh! I need you Harry, I need AHH!”
Draco spasmed a little and Harry knew exactly what to do, using his heels balance himself and drive his pelvis up and into Draco, impaling him further. Draco bounced a little at the force before grinding himself down onto Harry moaning louder than any of his fantasies had ever allowed. “Fuck Harry yes!” Draco cried and Harry thrust up again to meet Draco’s push down. It was hotter and the feel more delicious than before. “Yes! Oh yes!”
He fucked him faster and harder than before, feeling the strain in his leg muscles but ignoring it over the pleasure rising in his belly and threatening the tightness of his ballsack.
“Fuck Draco, Draco- fuck, fuck, fuck.” He whispered, much anything else lost in moans and gasping sighs.
Then Draco exploded with a shout, still bouncing on Harry’s cock he ejaculated, spraying his come all over the sheets and down Harry’s chest. The sight alone would have done it but the clamping sensation of Draco’s ecstasy on his cock sent him straight over the edge until he was shooting ropes of come up inside of Draco. Harry gripped onto Draco’s hips, wishing to fill him, keep him there as the last of it milked from his body.
Draco fell into the bed beside Harry with a wince as Harry slipped from him.
They lay in the crumpled, stained sheets covered with sweat, breathing painfully but smiling together fully sated.
“Draco,” Harry gasped. “Want to get a drink with me some time?”
Draco laughed with drowsy eyes, swatting at Harry’s chest. “Yes! You prat.”

They walked into work together the next morning a little sore and very tired. They found the store already open and Ollivander shuffling around the shop.
They turned to each other in confusion before making their way behind the counter to inspect the situation further.
“Ah Harry m’boy! I sorted out the issue with the stubborn oak!” Ollivander cheered.
“Oh?” Was all Harry could say.
“Yes, it seems it was a misunderstanding, the oak wasn’t set on unicorn hair at all, mermaid hair in the end.” Ollivander smiled, “I see our other misunderstandings have worked themselves out.”
They were caught, smirking Draco took Harry’s hand and squeezed it.
“I’ve got stock to straighten up,” Draco whispered giving Harry’s cheek a quick peck.
Harry tapped Draco’s arse with a smirk as he followed Ollivander down into the workshop and all was well again.

yellowbirdbluetoo  asked:

So does Bendy stay on the studio? Like does he have his own room or does he just sleep wherever in the studio? Maybe he could be roomates with Boris :>

So the first while he kinda just sleeps in a drawer in a room near Joey’s office.
The toons would just sleep wherever cuz the studio started out a little shoddy But as the studio expands and the show gets more popular, he does get his own actual office and so do the other toons. He still has the old drawer and he still falls asleep in it sometimes.

Me at 9:50 pm: I need to sleep now

Me at 1:20 am: Ok but like why does nobody ever talk about the fact that Beyond Birthday went through 13 year old Quarter Queen’s underwear drawer with no explanation for his actions other than Naomi assuming he was a creepy pedo

A little Yondu fin theory because I can

When he loses his actual crest fin, the big prototype fin is the first one he has as a replacement. It doesn’t work perfectly and over the years its condition deteriorates. So he starts working on a replacement. It works better but it’s smaller, which he doesn’t really like, but it’s better than a defective fin. He keeps the old one in his drawer and forgets about it.

But when they escape after the mutiny, Rocket is able to not only rewire it and install it, but he actually fixes some of its previous issues and makes it better. The big fin isn’t the same as his natural crest, but it’s as close as he’s going to get. Dying with that fin is a strange but comforting honor. When they burn his body, he still wears it, and it burns with him.

But Rocket, who fixed up the arrow, managed to replicate the fin as well, and that’s what we see Kraglin wearing in the credits scene. I think eventually Krags might ask Rocket to find a way to permanently attach it to him, to honor Yondu.

Tim is such a shit with his office at WE, though

like. he has to appear to take everything seriously, because. he is the big cheese.

but he probably has an ironic de-motivational poster on his wall that no one has looked at closely (thank god), and the photo frames on his desk are full of the stock-photos that come with the frames, all of them of the same guy that Tim had to carefully track down

and he has a fake book lined with candy, but i think that goes without saying

anonymous asked:

Stony, either 1 or 4? (Preferably a happy ending please????) <3

I went with 1. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.” and I mean, I GUESS I can try for a happy ending…. ;) Or at least, a hopeful one. (watch out for the read more.)


Tony drove off, leaving Steve behind, the new Avengers team behind, what he’d always thought would be his life behind, and he ached. He wanted to stay, to be part of that, be part of the team. Stay at Steve’s side. But he didn’t trust himself - and he didn’t think any of the others trusted him, either. He couldn’t ruin what they were all trying to do with… him.


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