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d3f4ult8  asked:

Could you do this Mini-fluffy scenario for all the Chocobros where their S/O has a simple cold but they go hella extra on care?

so i was having trouble writing these in scenario form so they seem to have turned into headcanons? i hope you like!

Noctis

  • The main reason he goes hella extra on taking care of you is largely because this boy just doesn’t know what to dO
  • are you dying?  do you just have a stomach bug??  is a stomach bug an actual buG???
  • Gods help this child if he ends up looking for answers online because he will 110% have a heart attack no doubt about it
  • he’s constantly asking you if you need anything
    • “noct I’m fine”
    • “do you need tea?  I can go get you tea”
    • “I said I’m fine”
    • “here’s some tea”
    • “where did you even pull that from????”
  • you’d be touched but also slightly anxious because this boy will just not sit down
  • he kinda start getting the hang of it as the days wear on (thank gods)
  • he doesn’t bring you loads of extra blankets like he did the first day 
  • you’re actually somewhat surprised because this boy went from thinking a stomach bug was an actual bug in your stomach to actually winding down enough to leave your side to watch some tv while you sleep

Ignis (female s/o)

  • few things really shake our dear Iggy.  he’s very composed, he’s taken care of all of his friends while they were sick, no much can really put him on edge
  • unless his wife is pregnant and she’s been locked in the bathroom, throwing up for the past thirty minutes
  • he was fine at first “just morning sickness” he told himself
  • but then you didn’t ever come downstairs for breakfast
  • cue the panic setting in
  • when you finally come out of the bathroom Iggy fucking FLIES over to you
  • “are you okay my dear what’s wrong? is the baby okay?”
  • “i’m fine Ignis i think i’m sick is all”
  • “sick? i’ll phone the doctor”
  • “no no don’t do that i think i just need to rest is all”
  • “are you sure?”
  • “positive”
  • he phones the doctor anyway
  • he hovers over the doctor’s shoulder as the doctor does a small check up
    • thank gods iggy always wear those gloves or he’d be biting his fingers like crazy 
    • he doesn’t really notice your somewhat annoyed expression
    • all you wanted to do was sleep man
  • the doc says everything is a-okay you’ve just got a mild cold and you give iggy your famous ‘i told you so’ look
  • until you finally get better iggy dotes on you nonstop
  • you’ll get cut fruit in different shapes or modeled after different animals (bunny apples !!)
  • he’ll bring you all your meals in bed
  • and gods why did the doctor have to suggest orange juice to help you get some more vitamin c ‘cause that’s all iggy’s been bringing you to driNK
  • hopefully you get better soon >.>

Gladio

  • okay so this would be during the 10 years of darkness
  • galddy’s lost noctis so naturally he’s 100x more protective and whatnot of the people he cares about (read: you)
  • that includes when you get sick
  • it may not be a monster but he’ll sure as hell try and fight it off
    • but with massages to your temples when you get a headache
    • and breakfast (or lunch since that’s closer to when you get up) in bed
      • lowkey gladio is actually a pretty good cook he just hates doing it
      • but when you get sick you get home cooked meals galore
      • so like lowkey you don’t really mind getting sick tbh
    • and reading to you to help you fall asleep
    • and making sure your pillows are fluffed when your nose gets stuffed
  • since his dad was so busy when him and iris were younger it makes sense he’d know the tricks to taking care of someone while they were sick
  • this is all disgusting and i want it wow

Prompto

  • sunshine boy is kind of always extra to some extent so him going extra to the point where you actually have to call it extra is !!! oh boy
  • this child becomes dedicated to you mind, body, and soul
  • he will not leave your side and he will always be ready to bounce to his feet to get you whatever it is you need
  • he’ll even move to wait outside the bathroom to make sure that he’s less than a holler away if something happens or you need him
    • you’ve tried to get him to stop on multiple occasions but the only compromise you were able to wheedle out of him was to sit on the bed which is probably less than three feet away from the bathroom
  • do you like foot rubs, cuddles, and video games? well you’re in luck because you’ll get all of these with your purchase of a promtpo argentum!
    • the video games are so the two of you can have something to do together while you get over your cold 
      • and it also allows prompto to stay close without getting on your nerves too bad
        • don’t get me wrong you love him but damn you haven’t been given time alone since he found out you were sick
      • no matter how irked you may get at times you’ll never actually get angry tho ‘cause who can get mad when they have someone who loves them enough to drop everything for their well being?

Earlier in the dungeon, there was a room which the DM described as “Dank”, as in dark and dank. All the players laughed, but he rolled with it and said there was marijuana growing in the room.
Later on, while they were fighting a gelatinous cube:

Barbarian (lowest intelligence character): “Look, you’re stupid, I’m stupid, let’s just sit down and hang out.”

DM: “The gelatinous cube wiggles.”

Barbarian: “I throw an ounce of weed into it”

DM: “Um.. okay, the gelatinous cube wiggles slowly in a relaxed way. Congratulations, you beat my favorite monster by getting it high”

Dating Diana Prince/ Wonderwoman would include...

• Meeting her through knowing Bruce and Clark

•At first being vaguely intimidated by her but also finding that you can’t seem to draw your gaze away from her

• Diana being entranced by everything about you

• Bruce wingmanning for her and Clark trying to play matchmaker for you

• It works

• You better be down for PDA because Diana is not at all bothered by it

• She always finds a way to be touching you somehow whenever you’re together

• Whether you’re sitting on the couch together, walking down the street or even hanging on the Watchtower she will gently interlock her fingers with yours

• Cuddles

• LOTS of cuddles

• Diana loves hugging you from behind (she’s much taller than you so she always rests her chin atop your head

- “Di, stop it! You’re making me feel short.”

- “Y/N, you are short”

-“…”

• Slow, passionate kisses

• Sometimes you just spend hours aimlessly making out

• Sweet, loving sex

• But also really hot “I just got back from a really dangerous mission and I have an adrenaline high” sex

• Basically a lot of sex, all the time

• Cute good morning kisses

• When you can’t sleep, Di will sing old Greek lullabies until you eventually drop off

• Late night pillow talk that can last for hours

• She adores listening to you talk and it doesn’t matter what you’re talking about, she will always listen avidly

• You love it when she tells you stories of her home and the adventures she had back on Themyscira

• She likes carding her fingers in your hair as you lay your head on her chest/stomach because it’s relaxing and she likes the way it makes you smile

• Sometimes you go through old photos of her as wonderwoman

• You start learning Greek to surprise her

• “Σε αγαπώ”

• Nobody had better mess with you because Diana is very protective

- And she has a sword.

• You and her just having a perfect, loving relationship.

A/N: Basically I’m just trash for Diana

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I have this tiny idea that I don’t actually want to sit down and write but like imagine Lena and Kara hanging out (def not a date but totally a date) and maybe they’re out in national cities shopping center walking around after dinner and just having a great time with each other when Kara notices that the same couple of guys have been following them for a while now and when she mentions it to Lena, Lena looks and just goes “not now” before grabbing Kara’s hand and taking off into the nearest store. And kara can’t focus on anything bc they’re holding hands but then she really can’t focus bc then they’re both in the same dressing room of the store they ducked into which is small to say the least and Lena is saying something about the paparazzi and how they’ve been following her since her mother’s trial and all kara can do is nod bc she’s full on staring at Lena’s lips and how close they are and Lena notices finally too and Kara hears her heartbeat speed up a little and her breath hitches when Lena leans forwards and bridges the gap between them and kisses her

anonymous asked:

Ok, so like if they had done an actual cap 3 instead of cw where sam and steve went after bucky and you go to write how that would go down, how would you have had the reunion/recovery go? do you think bucky would' want to be found?

I’m on mobile so I’ll have to format this later and put a read more in, but here’s what I would have wanted. Again, it’s long, I’ve thought about this at length.

We would have seen Steve and Sam, probably in Sam’s apartment reading and rereading files, crossing out leads, there’s a map with locations marked and also crossed out, Sam’s on the phone about another possible lead. Steve looks kinda defeated, it’s been 2 years and still he feels like they’re no closer than they were in 2014. Sam hangs up the phone, sits down next to Steve and says something like “Hey man, when he wants to be found then we’ll find him, and I got a pretty promising lead in Romania that says tin man is ready.” And Steve’s all “Sam, you gotta stop calling him tin man” - but he’s already collecting stuff to get ready to leave. And Sam’s close behind him like “Fine, how’s Robocop? Terminator? Man with the Midas touch?” “His arm isn’t gold Sam, can we go?”

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Based on this beautiful piece of art.

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Nursey is not having a good time.

He doesn’t think he’s ever detested Dex’s very existence more than he has in this moment. It’s ridiculously cold in what is supposed to be a very warm month because someone thought it was a good idea to invite their d-man partner up to Maine for the summer and that d-man partner stupidly agreed. There must be enough sand in Nursey’s shoes to build a fucking to-scale castle because someone made their d-man partner get ready extra quickly for no obvious reason and their d-man partner, as a result, put on sneakers instead of sandals for the beach. Oh, also, did he mention that it’s five in the fucking morning

“Quit your whining,” Dex says, even though all of this complaining has been in Nursey’s head. Nursey narrows his eyes at the bobbing ginger head in front of him and thinks Can you hear what I’m thinking? When there’s no response, Nursey thinks Your butt looks unfairly good in those shorts. At the lack of sputtering and blushing, Nursey decides that he’s safe on the mind-reading front.

“Why are we even here?” Nursey grumbles into his coffee. Dex, in an attempt to get Nursey out the door, let him bring Dex’s parents’ ceramic mugs with them with a stern promise that breakage of any kind would be payed for by Nursey. So, armed with coffee and comfy sweaters (it is stupidly cold for a summer morning) they set off for the beach. At five in the morning. Five in the morning. That’s too early for anyone to be awake if they needn’t actually be awake.

“You’ll see,” Dex says, which he’s been saying for the past ten minutes every time Nursey questions why he’s following Dex’s ridiculous orders. Nursey doesn’t stifle his annoyed groan at that.

Finally, they get to the edge of the pier, as they had to cross the beach to get to it, and Dex sits down on the edge of it, his legs hanging off. Nursey follows his lead, as he doesn’t have much else to do.

“Are we jumping off the pier? Because I didn’t bring my bathing suit and I’m not skinny dipping with you at five in the morning.”

Dex huffs, turning away from looking at the horizon to regard Nursey with an annoyed look. “Can’t you just let it be? Be patient.”

“I passed patient about half a mile back when I almost stepped on a dead horseshoe crab because it’s dark at five in the morning.”

Dex starts grumbling into his cup, cheeks probably pink but Nursey can’t really tell in the darkness. “I try to do something nice and this is what I get,” he’s muttering.

“Nice? How is it nice to pull me out of a warm bed to bring me out to a dark, sandy pier?” Nursey realizes that he’s being a bit of a grump, but as he’s stated previously, it’s about five in the morning right now. He is not his best self until at least six. Dex can’t expect much from him right now.

“I’m trying to show you the sunrise, asshole,” Dex snaps, cheeks definitely pink now, basically glowing in the darkness. Nursey blinks at him.

“…the sunrise?”

Dex huffs. “Yes. It’s really beautiful and, I don’t know, I thought all of your poetry shit would make you like it.” Nursey can’t help it; a grin spreads over his face, so wide it hurts a little, and Dex scowls at him. “Stop smiling at me like that.”

“Oh, no, Poindexter. I will never stop smiling again. You wanted to show me the sunrise.” Nursey sighs, almost wistfully. “Imagine what Ransom and Holster will say.”

Dex’s eyes widen. “What? No, you cannot tell them.”

“I’m telling everyone. Dex wants to share his sunrises with me.”

“Nursey!”

The boys start arguing, Nursey laughing and Dex getting pinker and pinker with every word. Neither of them notices the sun creeping up from the horizon.

❝ Fight like cat and dog ❞

Plot: Y/N is Jungkook’s idol bff and she goes on the Bon voyage trip with them and it shows their friend/enemy relationship. 

Pairing: JungkookxReader

Genre: Comic

Words count: 1,3k+

For Anon, I hope you like it! M. ♥

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

“What!?“ 

“Jungkook-ssi don’t yell." 

"WHY DO WE HAVE TO GO TO BON VOYAGE… WITH HER? ”

You look at him with your killing stare, across the room, while Seokjin giggles trying not to show up and buries his face against your shoulder. Gesture immediately noticed by Jungkook, who threw his empty plastic bottle to his Hyung. 

“RAISE YOUR HEAD, SHE’S NOT YOUR FRIEND!" 

"Breathe or you could have a cerebral embolism." 

You talkin’ checking that Seokjin is okay. You love all seven but with Jungkook you made a strong and solid relationship so that nothing failed in those years to break it. 

Yet you are like cat and dog. Always to tease but never able to stay apart from each other. Often people have assumed that you had a relationship, but it is the first time you have a male friend with whom does not happen the classic "episode” to falling in love.

“I’m not going with her. She already ruins my days! " 

"Jungkook-ssi, the decision has now been taken.” The voice of the manager does him to fall in despair onto his Chair, while you slowly start talking to Hoseok by your side, planning to sing all the songs of girl groups during the trip.

“Why are you so against it?” Yoongi asks to him, raising his eyes from the phone. 

“Why I don’t know, that girl is a pain in the ass." 

"Yup, had spoken Mr. I’m too perfect and good at everything look at how I’m gorgeous and good Jeongguk. " 

"WOW, THIS GIRL WON!!”  

Taehyung and Namjoon scream together, giving you a high five and making Jungkook ever more upset than before, while he is staring at you like you are the worst evil that he had come across in his life.

___

“I’m hungry." 

"Eat." 

"I’m thirsty." 

"Drink. 

"I want you to disappear." 

"That’s what I want for three years, but you don’t gone yet, Jungkook." 

"What’s a pity, Y/N”

Two days that you are traveling and you tried to knock him down of transport by any means at least a dozen times. You are never succeeded, but neither go down swinging cameras that constantly record all. You will kill Jeon Jeongguk, you know it.

___

The train goes fast and you find yourself admiring the scenery flowing out the window, imagining to run between those wonderful meadows that stand out for miles and miles. A light groan captures your attention and you see Kooks, sitting next to you, with his head hanging down towards the table while he is asleep. 

You smile, grabbing your phone and taking some embarrassing picture and then gently lay your hand over his forehead, pushing slowly and making sure his head rests on your shoulder. You do not want him to be uncomfortable and especially has hurt his neck.

He is so happy about that trip, your presence aside, you do not want to ruin his vacation.

“Mmh.." 

"Sleep.” You whisper, while notice that Namjoon is taking pictures and beckoned with your hand greeting him. 

“You’re comfortable…" 

"Yes… But keep to sleep, it still lacks a lot to our destination.. " 

"Thank you..” He mumbles in his sleep, settling himself against your shoulder and squeezing your hand into his. 

“We’re not children Kooks." 

"Mmh…" 

"Good night, sleeping beauty.”

___

He is yelling, in a playful way, while he chases you near a Creek where you “accidentally” pushed him, making him wet from head to toe. 

“COME HERE, NOW!" 

"NO WAY." 

"I’LL KILL YOU!”  He screams while the other six will look, who bored, who amused, but welcome with joy that little break from the walk you were doing.

You keep running, as if your life depended on it, stumbling because of a little oversight and ending completely stretched out on the ground. 

“Y/N!!" 

You hurt, but nothing so bad, therefore you can not find the strength to turn around because the fall slightly left you groggy. Immediately you feel two hands on your shoulder and someone turns you, only to watch from below a worried Jungkook. 

He caresses your face, scrunched hair from in front of your eyes and looks carefully, looking for any type of injury. 

"Is she alright?” Jimin’s voice is somewhere beyond your field of view and you feel your best friend who effortlessly lifts you off the ground, clutching you into his arms. 

“Are you okay?" 

"I just dropped… I’m fine Kooks. " 

"This is great news.” He murmurs relieved, walking slowly while you squeeze one arm around his neck to hold him, letting you soothed by his gait slow.

“Of course he’s an asshole.." 

"You knew he would do it..” It is the murmur you hear behind the two of you, Taehyung and Jimin are talking in a low voice. 

And that is when you understand. You find yourself in the water while your best friend staring at you from the shore, with a victorious and satisfied look on his face. 

He always wins, 

___ 

The knock on the door makes you run out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe and towel in your hands while wet hair falling over your shoulders.
You control through the peephole and sighing open the door, letting in Jungkook that is live on VApp. 

You greet with a smile all the fans, going back into the bathroom and giving a quick drying, only with the towel, to the hair.

“So, Y/N, it’s true that this is the best experience of your life?" 

"If it wasn’t for you..” You scream from the bathroom, hearing him do a verse of disapproval that makes you makes you smile. 

You get out of the bathroom and go sit on the bed and started to slather a layer of cream on your face, just to making the skin softer. You listen to him as he continues to do the vlive, wondering mentally because he came into your room if it was committed to record.

“Why are you here, Kooks?" 

"I wanted to show everyone how you’re ugly without makeup, make a smile!! " 

You make your funniest expression looking at the phone, which seems to be appreciated by the comments that then he begins to read. 

"They ask us how we met." 

"I don’t want to remember the worst bad luck ever." 

"Funny." 

"A lot.” You make a grimace while he sits beside you. 

He holds the phone raised and both lay on the bed, next to each other. With him you do not have to pretend, as often happens in front of the cameras, then you are more relaxed than usual. 

“So?” He asks again, smiling. 

“I had just been taken to Big Hit. It was the beginning of 2012 when I started my training. One day I was training when he entered the wrong room.. And he told me that I was wrong with the succession of steps, as he was my teacher. I sent him to hell and from there began our friendship. " 

"YOU WERE REALLY WRONG." 

"I choke you in your sleep if you don’t shut up!” You threaten him, pointing the finger at him and giving him a pinch on the tip of his nose. 

“This is like my downfall began lovelies ARMY. Be wary of Jeon Jeongguk, I recommend! " 

"Y/N STOP!" 

"Love you too, jerk.”

Chemical Bubbles - Joker's Daughter

Joker!dad x daughter!reader

Harley!mom x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1508

Summary: Js daughter wants to be like him more than she already is and wants to fall in the chemicals, she gets nervous and wants to think alone for abit

Requested: Okay joker takes his daughter to Ace chemicals so she can be transformed like him and Harley but she gets svared at the last second he lets her take her time.  After he leaves she finally jumps in and goes home chaned ( @secretlyshamelesspersona )

Authors Note: Jared Leto as Joker, Margot Robbie as Harley. i do not own anygif which you can see as it says “originaly posted by“ so yeah 

and please send in requests !!! ( of any kind and any show )

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Based on that one richjake post i made a while back. I seriously meant this to be purely fluff and like it’s not super angsty but there’s a quick mention of some internalized biphobia (technically it’s coming from the deactivated squip) and then there’s also mentions of some pretty intense stress coming from Jake about his busy schedule + parents. 

They’ve got each others back though don’t worry.


It takes a ridiculously long time for Rich to pick up on it. Sometimes when they’re hanging out Jake will just sit down. Rich doesn’t like to sit down, he’s already short as hell and not to mention that it’s only when Jake sits down Rich actually looks taller than him. So Jake sits down, on benches, on the bed when they’re hanging out in either one of their bedrooms, in some rare cases he’ll sit down on fences if they’re comfortable enough. Rich doesn’t get it. Jake is an active guy, he likes walking around, likes to be constantly in motion. Even when he’s standing still he’s shifting his weight from one foot to another. So Rich doesn’t pick up on it.

Jake sits down on his bed and looks up at Rich, he looks sort of hopeful and Rich can not for the life of him understand why, or what he’s meant to do.

”What’cha looking at?” he says nervously and swallows the wave of anxiety that comes rushing whenever he feels like he doesn’t know what’s going on. He doesn’t exactly want the Squip back per se… but it’s times like these when he remembers why he got it in the first place. The Squip would tell him what to do in this situation.

The Squip would tell you to leave immediately, dating boys won’t get you anywhere with the popular kids. He hopes he doesn’t visibly flinch as the voice is suddenly there, present in his mind and he hates that his response to it isn’t just I don’t give a fuck,  but rather, Jake is a popular kid. Dating him does exactly zero damage to my rep.

If Jake notices the internal debate Rich is having with the voice in his head he doesn’t comment on it. ”Nothin’,” he says instead and it takes a few seconds for Rich to get back enough in the present moment to remember he was the one who had asked a question, ”just thinking.” He smiles up at Rich as if his words don’t make the lump of anxiety in Rich’s stomach grow larger by the second.

“Right, right, ” Rich says, nodding quickly and turning away to go through the shelves holding all of Jake’s comics, as if he hasn’t read them all long ago. He trips over his own shoelaces on his way and he’s barely steadied himself before Jake comes up behind him wrapping his arms around Rich and holding him securely against his front. Rich immediately relaxes and is able to take a deep breath.

“You okay?” Jake asks, and there’s genuine concern lacing his voice, reminding Rich that Jake isn’t playing any games, he doesn’t have to jump through any hoops for Jake to think he’s cool enough.

“Yeah… yeah I’m good.” He leans back towards Jake and puts his hands over Jakes’. They don’t move for a while after that. They’re good.


He’s stressed out. Jake is ridiculously stressed out and Rich doesn’t know what to do about it. They’re back in Jake’s room, with the taller pacing back and forth while Rich stands a few feet away trying to find a chance to calm him down, to be of some kind of use.

“Jake-” he starts softly but Jake doesn’t hear him or he doesn’t care. 

“I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to get it all done! i’m failing math, the theatre is so much more work than i thought and dude don’t even get me started on football!” Jake’s voice is becoming more and more frantic as he rants on, his voice is uneven and Rich is afraid he might be more emotional about it all than he lets on. Jake doesn’t mind letting people know he’s frustrated, it’s when he’s feeling genuinely worried and anxious that he’s scared to become vulnerable. 

“Jakey,” Rich tries again but before he can continue Jake stops pacing and whips around to look at Rich. 

“-and can you believe,” he interrupts, his voice growing in volume until he’s yelling, “I got a fucking letter from mom! You know what it said? Maybe a “hey honey how are you doing?” or possibly a quick “i hope you’re good”`? No, she couldn’t care less! She doesn’t give a shit about me she just made some dumb-ass comment about keeping my grades up and the house in shape! As if she has any right to harass me about this shit when she’s the one who left!” His voice finally betrays him on the last word, it cracks and breaks Rich’s heart in the same second. 

Jake stands there for a few seconds and then seems to realize what he said, seems to realize who he’s really been yelling at since they came home. It’s like someone snapped their fingers and now jake is suddenly back in his body. His face goes slack, the anger drains from his eyes and it kills Rich that he looks so guilty. He backs away slumping down on his bed, looking up at Rich desperately as if he’s pleading with Rich to fix things. To hold him together. Suddenly the pieces click together in Rich’s mind. 

“I’m sorry,” Jake says, voice trembling, “I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I just don’t know what to do-” it’s the tear that rolls down his cheek on the last word that spurs Rich into action and he’s there standing in front of Jake before the other has the time to wipe the offending drop away. Rich cups Jake’s face in his hands, gently brushing the tear away and pressing a kiss to his head. 

“It’s okay…” he whispers, “you’re okay, you’re gonna be alright…” he continues as Jake tips his head forward to rest on under Rich’s chin. He feels Jake’s arms wrap around his waist and he steps closer so that he can envelop Jake in his own arms, standing in the V of Jake’s legs he continues to softly whisper words of comfort. He doesn’t know if Jake can hear him or if he’s present enough to understand him but something tells him it doesn’t quite matter as long as he just keeps holding Jake the way he is right then. “It’s gonna be perfectly fine,” I’ll help you study for math, Michael can probably help you as well and you know Christine won’t mind cutting you some slack with the theatre, you can still be involved and not have it take over everything else.” 

It takes a few minutes but after a while Jake begins to relax, the tension draining out of his body, he’s still holding onto Rich and Rich is reluctant to let go himself. “You okay,” he asks instead.

“Yeah…I’m good,” Jake replies with a sniff. 

“You need anything?”

“No… no this is good- perfect.”  

They’re good.

Request: Last Words

Request: (i love your blog so much omg!!) imagine dean dying (in 9x23) and the reader is crying beside him and tells him he loves him (she is a good hunter friend of the winchesters and bobby and has been in love with dean for years, but never had the guts to tell him and she was afraid he doesn’t return her feelings). could you write how he confronts her about her last words to dean as demon!dean and cured!dean? :) i’d love you forever!!

Word Count: 1,681

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He’s dead. Dead and gone, eyes as vacant as a burnt out shack and still as stone. You leave them alone for five damn minutes and this happens – you wish you could be angry. You wish you could cry. You wish you could feel anything other than this deep, dark numbness that has settled and made its home in every crack and crevice of your mind and soul.

Even now, in the earliest hours of the morning, sat in a room with the bloody, hollowed-out husk of your best friend since childhood; the love of your life, you feel nothing but cold inside. Even when you reach forward and take his hand in yours – he isn’t stiff to the touch, but he’s cold in an unnatural way that prickles its way down your own spine and rests as a deadweight in your stomach.

“I’m sorry.” You don’t realise that the words are there until they’re out of your mouth and in the open air, into the infinite distance between you, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I was never there.”

Logically speaking, it hadn’t been your fault – they’d left in the earliest hours of the morning with their GPS off and no way of tracking them. They’re excellent trackers, which makes them better hiders – you’d tried to get your hands on them, but there had been no point in it – when the Winchesters didn’t want you to find them, there was no hope of you achieving it. So you’d given up and hidden in the bunker, researching and cleaning and tidying files and the next time the door opened it was Sam, tears running clear channels through the blood on his face, relaying a tale that began the infection of apathy in your heart.

It’s not like you expected a response anyway, but you go on nonetheless, “I hate myself. I hate that I let this happen, I hate that I wasn’t there. Why couldn’t you just let me be there?” They’d been excluding you from the big leagues for a long time – you know it came from a place of love, so you’d rarely objected – and look where it had gotten all of you.

“Why couldn’t you just see it, Dean?” You don’t realise that wet, hot tears are sliding down your face until they drop down onto your chest, making you gasp shakily, “I loved you. Love you. More than anything in this damn world and you still went and died on me, you asshole. Again.

“You’d never let me protect you. Not even from the things I could protect you from. I hated you for that – or at least, I wanted to. But I could never hate you.”

You pull your hand out of his, instead rubbing your hands over your face and raking them through your hair, “God. I hate saying it. I never wanted to – I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same. I didn’t see why you ever would. But I loved you, and I don’t think that’s ever going to stop, whether I want it to or not.”

After that, you let silence take control of the room again, but remain there with him for a few minutes longer, until you can’t bear it anymore. Only then do you stand slowly, releasing his hand for the final time and stepping back.

“Goodnight, Dean.”

***

The scream echoes through the bunker, reverberating through your bones even through the pillow you’ve buried your face in. It’s completely inhuman; perverse and wrong in every way – but it’s still Dean, and his pain still makes you want to run to him and take it on for yourself. You’re sure Sam feels the same, but you haven’t even been able to look him in the eye for weeks, never mind start a discussion about his brother.

Eventually, you have to give in – it’s late, and as exhausted as you are, Sam must be more so. It’s not like you’re going to be able to sleep anyway, so you shuffle out of bed – despite only being in your pyjamas – and pull an oversized hoodie over your head so the cold of the bunker doesn’t freeze you through during your excursion.

As soon as Sam catches sight of you coming down the corridor, his eyes widen, but he stands up a little straighter.

“What are you doing?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You take a deep breath, steel yourself, and offer the most blasé smile you can muster.

“I’m coming to take guard for a while. You’re the one bleeding yourself dry for this. Go get yourself some rest, I’ll come and wake you when it’s time for the next dose.”

Sam hesitates before nodding, but eventually has to agree – he looks ten years older, the bags beneath his eyes more pronounced than ever and his face gaunt and pale – but before he goes, he clasps your shoulder carefully.

“Y/N, be careful. That thing… it’s not Dean in there. Not the Dean you know. He doesn’t mean what he’s saying. He just wants to hurt you.”

“I’ve dealt with demons before. Don’t worry, Sam, I’ve got this, I promise.”

He nods, not bothering to elaborate any further before he squeezes your shoulder, then walks past you, heading for his room with a slump to his shoulders that would bring a lump to your throat if it wasn’t already full.

You hang around outside, battling curiosity versus courage for a few moments before eventually pushing your way into the room. Dean’s attention snaps to you instantly, and he grins, feral and wild. You swallow, pushing your hands into the pocket of your hoodie and standing before him, feeling oddly exposed.

“Y/N. I’d bring you a cup of tea, but…” He tugs at the restraints on his arms, then sighs melodramatically, “I take it Sam needed a break?”

“I told him to go for one. I figured you could use my wonderful company for a while.” You shrug, slowly walking over to the table Sam had laid out the syringes and holy water on, then sit yourself down on top of it, letting your legs hang down with your bare feet just barely brushing the floor.

“Bless your heart. Always were such a martyr, weren’t you?”

“I think you preferred to take that title, don’t you?” You hit back, perhaps too quickly, because he grins, rolling his eyes and blinking, to turn his gaze to obsidian. You struggle not to flinch at the sight.

“Only because you were too weak to do anything real.” He smirks, going in where he knows it’ll upset you, “Too weak and too slow. Never as good as us.”

“I know.” You shrug, obscuring your hurt with nonchalance, “But you still kept me around for some reason.”

“I cared for you.” He spits, “God only knows why, but I liked you. Loved you, even. I liked having you here.”

“But not now?”

He shrugs, “It’s fun to watch your little mind screaming in there, but other than that you’re a bit of a good-for-nothing. You’d understand if you were me, Y/N: you’re pretty much worthless.”

You narrow your eyes at him, carefully standing from the table and taking a tentative step backwards, towards the door – you can keep watch from outside just as easily.

“Goodnight, Dean.”

***

Sam wobbles out of the room, just barely able to support his brother – his human brother. Cas keeps watch too, just a pace behind them, whereas you’ve spent the last half-hour making sure that Dean’s room is just right. You’re not out of the woods yet, but… he’s human again. As long as he makes it through the night, you’ll be safe.

You volunteer yourself for first watch – you’d managed to evade his rampage by being out getting food at the time, so you feel like it’s only fair. You pull up a seat by his bed, and read while he sleeps, looking up every minute or so to make sure he’s still breathing.

He sleeps for a full twelve hours before even stirring, but when he does, he groans, turning onto his back and squinting against the dim lamplight the room is bathed in.

“Dean?”

“Y/N?” He peers at you, and immediately his face clouds with guilt and his eyes fill with tears, “God, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that.” You assure him, reaching out and taking his hand in both of yours, “We’ve all done it, Dean. Said things we don’t mean while under the influence of something nasty.”

“It wasn’t true.” His voice is scratched and broken, and you nod, trying to get him to relax and be quiet.

“I know. I knew you didn’t mean it.” You promise him, offering a small smile, “Sleep, Dean, it’s fine. Get rested, and we can talk later.”

“I don’t want to sleep until you promise you’re fine.”

“I’m fine. I promise.”

A long pause hangs between you for a few moments, and then he finds your hand, twining your fingers with his, “I meant some of it.”

“Which part?”

“About liking having you around. About loving you.” His voice snags on the word, but he continues nonetheless, “I’m sorry I never told you. I just-“

“Shut up. Stop apologising.” You insist, moving from the chair to perch on the bed beside him, “Listen to me. There is nothing I’d like to do more than have this discussion – Dean… I like you too. Love you. Whatever. But it’s a complicated thing, and one I’m not willing to have until we’ve slept, showered, and had a greasy-ass BLT. How’s that for a plan?”

He smiles, albeit weakly, “That’s my girl.”

“Absolutely. Now sleep, Dean, you’re exhausted.”

He nods, not bothering to protest it, but shuffling back a bit on the bed and pulling the cover open.

“Stay with me?” He requests, and you don’t have the willpower to say no. You slip into the bed beside him, allowing him to wrap an arm around you protectively and nestle his face into the hollow between your neck and shoulder.

“Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

A Hard Day’s Night: Part 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt:  Castiel, bothered by his friends because he never even kissed someone, decides he can’t handle the nagging anymore and does something he thought he’d never do.

Tags: student!cas, escort!dean, angst, bit of fluff

Words: 1934

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What are Friends for?

Pairing: Josh Diaz x Reader

Requested: Yes by @ethansbuttoffical

A/N: Smut warning. I feel extremely dirty after this

Originally posted by younggodmccall

“Josh, can you just sit down and help me study?” You sighed with a pen hanging from your mouth as your eyes scanned the dark haired boy who has been pacing in your bedroom for the last thirty minutes. You invited him over so that he could help you study Chemistry but so far, all he has done is argue with himself over Theo and his chimera pack.

He shook his head, “I can’t relax, (Y/N)… I need… I need to relax.” He muttered softly to himself, sitting down on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. “Count to three.” You giggled, and he looked up at you with a cross look. “This isn’t a joke,” He grumbled, and you rolled your eyes at him for over reacting. You scrambled off the bed, and stood in front of him, squeezing between his knees. He rested his head on your stomach and you cradled your hands in his near black hair; you felt his hands going up your back under your shirt and his touch caused shivers down your spine. His hands went higher and higher causing your shirt to raise, you felt a wetness against your stomach and you looked down to see Josh leaving blissful kisses along it.

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Perfection (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

requested: nope

pairing: reader x Shawn Mendes

summary: Shawn gets frustrated over a song that he wants to be perfect.

a/n: hello! this is based off of some feelings that I had last night when trying to write a separate imagine, and this one just came to me more naturally. It’s also based off of this video. please tell me what you think! gif creds go to owner- it’s not mine. 

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sasuke comes home to his wife smiling at him the way she does before she’s about to crush someone. “hello, darling,” she greets sweetly enough.

“hello.”

sakura comes up to him and presses her hands against his chest as she stands on her toes to kiss his cheek. when she pulls back, she’s wearing the same terrifying smile. she takes his cloak off his shoulders and folds it over her arm. she’s being overly attentive but sasuke knows better than to let his guard down. he sits at the dining table as she hangs his cloak in the closet. when she returns, he takes in her red dress and her apron over it and figures she must’ve been cooking. she lets her hand brush over his as she passes by him to get back to the kitchen counter.

she works behind him and sasuke regrets his seating choice. he would move to get a proper view of her but then his nervousness would be obvious.

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She knew.


She sat in front of him, holding her fingers and staring down at them with furrowed brows as if they might give her the words she needed to say.

He knew she saw the gashes this morning on his shoulder, on his side. Not the kind of thing you acquire when working as a lawyer. He should have been more careful.

She sat in the chair opposite his desk as if she were a client. As if she were trying to distance herself from him. The thought made Matt start to panic, he swallowed and shifted his feet. She wasn’t saying anything. All Matt wanted was for her to talk. He didn’t know what he wanted or needed her to say, but just something would be better than the suffocating silence they currently sat in. Anything to make him feel like he wasn’t going watch her walk out the door and never come back.

Anything to make him feel like she didn’t… hate him. For what he hid from her. For what he does. For who he is.


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“I-” you paused. It was one word but it didn’t feel right. This whole situation didn’t feel right. You glanced up at Matt, you knew he was anxious. You could hear his shoes shifting, his throat bobbed as he tried to calm himself. His hands sat in his lap, one thumb brushing quickly over the other in nervous rhythm. You hadn’t told him why you wanted to talk with him alone in his office, but you guessed from the tension in his face that he had a pretty good idea.


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Matt was getting dressed for work when you saw the gash on his shoulder. He faced away from you as he took off a black short sleeved tee. Obviously your eyes drifted up from your book to watch the lean muscles of his back ripple with movement. He winced as he turned to slip on a sky blue shirt, dropping his shoulder slightly put the wound in clear view, another one creeping around the side of his torso. They looked to be a week old at most. Your heart sped up, your eyes widened. Your mind was bombarded with a stream of questions. How did he even get that? Who did this to him? How was he even in a position to- what was he doing- where was he- How could he- what was he thinking he-


And then it dawned on you.

You’d seen the newspapers, the tv spots, you remember feeling a sense of familiarity staring at you in the face as you watched the footage.

You had been following the articles and even talking with Matt over breakfast about how the impact of having a vigilante in Hell’s Kitchen would have a serious effect on the crime rate, hopefully a good effect. Matt never had much to say. More than once he had changed the subject to something more lighthearted. You just let it go, thinking that it probably didn’t sit right with him that someone was taking the law and justice into their own hands…

But…

The roughness of his hands… the strength in them. The nights where you would wake up reaching for him only to see the other side of the bed empty and cold. The little bruises and cuts where he ‘walked into things’.


It was a big jump to make. Massive in fact. You backtracked for a second, you needed proof before you could even consider listening to your minds paranoid ramblings. But that didn’t stop your breathing from picking up. That didn’t stop the ‘what ifs’ from plaguing your thoughts. They piled up on top of each other so fast that you felt like you might not be able to take another breath.


Matt’s head turned as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Are you okay? You seem awfully quiet this morning.”


“Fine!” you chirped. A little too quick to be genuine. Too quick for Matt to ignore. Matt paused in reaching for his tie.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. Just excited to start the day!” You flung the sheets off of you exposing your bare legs. Wearing only a large grey tee you jumped out of bed and swung around to throw your arms over his shoulders, narrowly avoiding the wound.

Running your fingers through the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck, he slid his hands up under your tee, lifting it high enough for you to feel a light breeze on your backside. He wrapped his hands around either side of your waist and began running his thumbs up and down the small of your back. “I’m excited for every day that I get to start with you.”

Whatever tension there was in Matt’s frame dissipated. He smiled wide, leaning his head slightly to the side. “You’re full of cheese.”


You shrugged. “What can I say? It’s a talent. Maybe I should start classes. Could save up some money and get myself a plaque. ‘Y/N, Master of Cheesery’”


Matt snorted and slid his arms all the way around you, pulling you as close as he could. You had to rise to your tiptoes to fold your arms behind his neck, leaning your cheek against his. Your bodies molded together and he hummed once in content as he swayed the two of you from side to side. Dancing to no music. “I wish I didn’t have to go in today. Foggy needs me to go over this case one more time before tomorrow. I can think of a few things we could do right here that would be much more fun.” He sighed out his nose. You held on a little tighter, you didn’t know if you wanted to uncork this bottle. But you knew that you needed to.


“I’m gonna drop by at lunchtime.”

Matt nodded and turned to kiss your cheek twice. He pulled away reluctantly and let your arms drop to your side. Picking up his jacket from the bed he made his way through the living room and towards the front door. You trailed behind him, gripping your fingers tight behind you. Matt opened the door and turned around to you leaning against the doorframe. “We can talk about some stuff.” he raised his eyebrows.

“Stuff?”

“You focus on your case for now. I don’t want to distract you. We’ll talk when I come in.” You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. He left with a small frown on his face.


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It had taken a lot of digging. A lot of thinking like someone who wanted to desperately hide something. Finally you found your proof, tucked away in his father’s box. The mask that he wore to his nightly endeavours. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen’s mask.

After giving yourself some time to cry, to scream, to punish yourself for not seeing it sooner, you got up, got dressed, put the red mask in your bag and left the apartment to meet Matt. To have a conversation you weren’t sure you were prepared for.


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And here you are. Sitting in his office trying to find the right words to begin with. None of them seemed to suffice. This was Matt, why couldn’t you just talk to him?


You stood up suddenly and turned towards the door to close the blackout blind that hung from it. Then you walked behind Matt to close the blinds on the windows. It left the room dark so you switched on his desk lamp and instead of sitting down on the chair you perched on his desk next to where he sat so you were facing the wall to his back. Instead of looking at him, you stared unseeingly at the strings on the blinds.

You took a deep breath. You reached into your bag and held the mask just behind him.

“Matt, I know about your night job.” You said firmly and put the mask on the desk in front of him. He reached out and ran his fingertips over one of the pointed tips for a mere second before pulling his hands back to his lap.

He remained silent.


“I’m not mad. I just- I’m.. worried.” your breath hitched, “I’m scared, Matt.” your bottom lip trembled making you reach up with both hands to cover your face.

Matt’s hands stopped twitching and instead gripped tight, his shoulders tensed and his face screamed how much he didn’t want to have this discussion.

“You don’t need to be scared of me.” He muttered in a low but steady voice. Dropping your hands and swinging your head round to him, you scooched up along his desk to sit in front of him, your legs hanging down either side of his. You brought your hands to his cheeks. Cradling the hurt you saw on his face. The disappointment, not at you but in himself. You could feel the muscles in his jaw tense.

“Matty-” your voice caught, and Matt almost flinched at the noise. Clearing your throat you tried again. “Matty, I’m not scared of you. I’m scared for you.” Matt’s eyebrows twitched together, so you slid your hand down to just above his shoulder, where you both knew the tightly stitched wound sat. “This, is a big deal. Did you think I would be okay with you coming home with giant cuts on your body? God forbid I wake up in the morning to see you bleeding out on the couch-” you bit your lip and looked away, trying to pull yourself together. You needed to be a little bit stronger, just enough to deal with this.


Matt tentatively put his hand on your knee.

“Y/N, I’ve trained for this. I was trained from a young age to fight like this and it’s something I’ve known how to do for a long time. I’m not just some billionaire thinking he can make a suit, fight crime and take on the world all in the same day. I’m going to do better. I’m making this city a safe place. My city. Ours.” He took your hands in both of his and rested them on your knees.


He licked his lips and shifted in his chair, you could see he wanted you to believe him, to trust him, to.. accept him. “I’m sorry I kept this from you. Part of me is saying I should let you go to protect you from this, from the people who might want to use you against me if they found out what you mean to me. I couldn’t-” he swallowed, “I won’t let that happen. I can’t lose you. You’re the reason I can do this and still smile everyday, not hate myself for keeping this a secret from almost everyone I know. I love you.” he paused, gripping your hands slightly tighter for a second before leaning back in his chair a little. “But I understand if you can’t cope with this. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, you can walk out that door and I won’t stop you.”


You were quiet. You just looked at his face and all it’s features as your hands warmed between his. You could see how much he didn’t want you to leave, but you knew that he would let you go if you wanted to. You knew he was genuinely sorry, but he had reason to keep it all from you. He was trying to do the right thing. Not just for him or you but for the whole city.


Make a decision. A little voice in the back of your mind prompted you. And you did.

You slid off the desk and into his lap, he pulled your joined hands up to give you room, but didn’t let go. Not quite ready to release you just yet. His face remained set. You smiled at him, just a small slightly wobbly curve of your lips.


“I love you too, Matt. But-” you could see his brows wobble a touch. You squeezed his hands before releasing them then took off his glasses and put them behind you on the desk. You wanted to see his eyes. You slid your hands back over his, threading your fingers together.


“I’m not leaving you.” You had to reassure him first. His shoulders dropped the heavy weight on them and he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath hitched slightly as he tried not to cry in relief. You almost burst into tears at the sound, instead a few dripped down your cheeks and hit your joined hands.

“You need to tell me everything. And I mean every little minute detail that occurs, I don’t want the highlights.” He nodded lightly. “and you’re gonna teach me how to fight.” His head shot up. “You’re not coming with me. It’s too dangerous.”


You snorted. “of course not, but if you’re worried about me being a target then I need to learn how to defend myself. I need to show these guys that my badass boyfriend isn’t the only one who can handle himself. The Master of Cheesery can pack a punch too.” You held up an arm to flex your muscles and pulled a strained face.

Matt grinned as he brushed away the fallen tears and pinched your flexing ‘muscles’, “That means you’re gonna have to actually get out of bed in the morning and you know, exercise.”

Your pursed your lips and rolled your eyes. “The things I do for you, Matt.”


He swallowed. “I know. Thank you.” He leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled back and put a finger on his lips. “Uh-uh. You’ve got some serious ass-kissing to do Matt-Matt.”

“What?” came his muffled reply, his lips squished behind your finger.

“You’ve been keeping something from me for God knows how long. You’re gonna have to make it up to me, your loyal and forgiving girlfriend. Starting with dinner and later listening to Stephen Fry read Sherlock Holmes on audiobook. With blankets. And malteasers. And kitkats.” Matt kissed your finger twice in quick succession.


“Anything.” He said sincerely. He would do anything for you. You smiled as you replaced your finger with your lips, brushing them over his in a soft kiss.

Preference: He Spends the Night

So this is my first time writing, so don’t judge me too harshly. Basically this is where he spends the night at your house for the first time. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Ashton: You were a single mom and had met Ashton six months ago. Tonight, Ashton was spending the night for the first time. You didn’t let him spend the night before because you didn’t want your daughter to ask questions. The doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your little girl runs to the door and opens it with you behind her. Ashton grins, holding a duffel bag. “You know you don’t have to ring the doorbell anymore, right?” You ask, smiling. Ashton walks inside and kisses your cheek. “Shh, it’s polite.” He murmurs. “Ashton, it’s movie night!” Your daughter says. Ashton puts his bag down and picks her up. “I heard. What movie did you choose?” He asks, carrying her to the living room. You follow behind, then walk to the kitchen to make popcorn. A moment later, Ashton’s arms wrap around you from behind. “Missed you.” He says softly. You smile again, murmuring, “You saw me yesterday.” Ashton kisses your shoulder. “That’s a very long time.” He steps away from you and grabs your hand as you carry the popcorn into the living room. Ashton sits in the middle of your daughter and you. You watch closely as your daughter interacts with Ashton throughout the movie. “And that guy, he’s bad. He tries to steal her things.” She’s telling him. Ashton’s eyes widen. “No way. That’s a horrible thing to do.” Your daughter nods her head quickly. You smile. Ashton is a great father figure to your daughter and you’ll be forever grateful of that. And Ashton, who, after the movie ends, notices that both you and your daughter are asleep, can’t help but feel a sense of warmth go through his body. He watches as you both sleep curled up against him and whispers, “My two most favorite girls in the whole world.”

Calum: You bite your lip as the doorbell rings. You open it to reveal your boyfriend of two months, Calum. He smiles at you and walks in. “Hiya, babe!” He says excitedly. You grin. “Hey.” You say. “I brought hot chocolate.” Calum announces. You take his bags upstairs as he starts to make the hot chocolate. You join him back down in the kitchen and he hands you a mug of hot chocolate. “Thanks.” You say. He smiles. “You’re nervous.” He comments. “Not really. It’s just strange having you here to sleep in my house. I love it.” You admit, giggling. Calum kisses you softly. “C'mon, let’s go binge watch something on Netflix.” He says, pulling you upstairs. You both get comfortable in your bed with your laptop on Calum’s lap. He lies on his back and you curl up beside him with your head on his shoulder. A movie starts playing and you smile. “You’re in my bed.” You whisper. Calum chuckles. “Yes, I am. Is that okay?” He asks. You kiss his cheek. “It’s totally okay.” He smiles. The two of you watch Netflix for awhile until you get tired. “Time for bed.” Calum murmurs, moving until he’s spooning you. You sigh happily. “Cal?” You ask. “Hm?” You yawn and rub your eyes. “I love you and I’m glad you spent the night.” Calum smiles against your skin. “I love you too babe, and I’m really glad I spent the night too.”

Luke: Your parents had been very firm about the rules of Luke staying over. Luke had to sleep on a mattress on the floor in your room and the door had to stay open. You were just surprised that they agreed to let Luke spend the night because Luke wasn’t even usually allowed in your bedroom to do anything. You walk to the bathroom after pulling the mattress into your room. Luke is brushing his teeth. He grins when he sees you, his mouth full of foamy white toothpaste. You smile, leaning against the doorframe. “I can’t believe they’re letting you stay over.” You say. He finishes brushing his teeth and turns to you. “Honestly, I was expecting to have to sleep on the living room couch.” Luke admits. Your father walks past the bathroom. “Don’t give me any ideas, rock star.” He mutters. You and Luke burst out laughing, with Luke yelling down the hall to your dad, “Yes, sir!” You take Luke’s hand and pull him to your bedroom. You prop the door open and look at him. “Are you sure that you’re okay sleeping on the floor? You can go home if you want; I would understand.” You tell him. He walks over and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Princess, I’m not going anywhere. I’m sleeping on a mattress on your bedroom floor. I’m sleeping in your room! That’s something to be excited about.” Luke says, smiling. You smile. “I love you.” Before Luke can say it back, however, your mom stops in the doorway. “Hurry up and kiss her goodnight before (Y/D/N) walks by and sees because if he had seen this, you wouldn’t be staying.” Your mom says, laughing a little. Luke chuckles and kisses you lightly. You both crawl into your separate beds as your mom turns out the light and walks away. Luke reaches up and takes your hand. “Goodnight, beautiful.” He says quietly. “Goodnight, Luke.”

Michael: “You went out and bought an Xbox just for tonight?” Michael asks, looking at you. You grin from your spot on the couch. “I wanted tonight’s sleepover to be the best.” You explain. Michael chuckles, sitting down next to you. “Kitten, just hanging out with you would have made it the best. You didn’t have to go out and buy an Xbox for me to have a good time.” You frown. “Sure, but now you can have a good time while I kick your ass at video games.” You say, handing him a controller. He laughs and takes it. “Game on.” He mutters. Two hours later, when you’re beating him at the game, he curses and puts the controller down. “It’s your outfit! You’re wearing that big shirt with only underwear on and it’s throwing me off on my game!” He says. You laugh. “Nah, you just suck ass.” Michael raises his eyebrows. “Calum wouldn’t treat me this way.” He says, holding back laughter. “Then go be with Calum.” You state. Michael moves until he’s lying on top of you, his elbows holding himself up. “Calum isn’t nearly as hot as you are, though.” You smile. “Swooning me won’t make me lose.” You tell him. “One can only hope it were that easy.” Michael says, kissing you lightly. “Cuddle with me.” You mumble, yawning. Michael wraps his arms around you as you bury your face into his chest. “I had fun tonight. Did you?” You whisper. “Of course I did, kitten. Any time that I get to spend with you is fun for me.”

“I’ve made everyone sad the past couple posts. I’mma do something funny!” And then I fucking THREW IN FEELS. Honestly I am sorry but I did want to explore Howard and Maria’s relationship a bit.


Maria walked into her husband’s office and was only slightly surprised that he was sprawled out on his fainting couch. Howard had always had a flair for the dramatic. She wasn’t quite sure why he was moaning about how terrible his life was though. It wasn’t like something bad had happened to him in the last three days.

“Dear,” she said.

“Maria, everything is terrible!” Howard moaned, rolling from side to side.

It took everything Maria had not to laugh in his face. “Why is everything terrible, dear?”

Howard jerked into a sitting position, appalled that she apparently hadn’t noticed. “Tony hasn’t called me ‘daddy’ in a month!”

Maria raised her eyebrow and clasped her hands behind her back so he couldn’t see her digging claws into her skin, to keep from giggling about how earnestly upset he was. “Oh.”

“He always called me ‘daddy!’” Howard continued, covering his face and moaning in frustration. “He’s only called me ‘dad’ for the last month! Do you know how many times that was?”

“Honey, I don’t kn–” Maria began.

“Eighty-three times!” Howard burst out, thrashing so hard that he fell off the couch with a yelp.

Maria did not snort, because she knew she would start laughing and never stop if she did, and then Howard would be extra upset.

Howard blinked up at the ceiling, then clambered to his feet, dusting himself off. “Eighty-three times he’s called me ‘dad’ instead of ‘daddy,’ Maria.”

“You kept count,” Maria said after a moment, surprised.

Howard frowned at her. “Well, yes, Maria, it’s a numbers thing, I’m a numbers man.”

“No, you’re right, honestly,” she said. “That’s on me.”

Eighty-three times, Maria!” Howard continued, throwing his hands up. “You don’t seem nearly as upset about this as you should be!”

Maria didn’t say ‘well yeah, he still calls me “mommy,”’ but only because it was quite possible that Howard might burst into tears.

“…Did I do something wrong?” Howard asked softly. “Did I make him stop loving me?”

“Honey, no,” Maria answered immediately. “There is nobody who loves their father more than Tony loves you. Sometimes boys just… stop calling their fathers ‘daddy’ as they get older. That’s not a reflection on you.

Howard frowned. “But… I’m his daddy.”

“Howard,” Maria sighed, reaching out to cup his cheeks and draw him into a kiss. “You’re always going to be his daddy. Just because Tony’s calling you something different doesn’t mean his feelings have changed. He still loves you the same as he did a month ago.”

“Why do things have to change?” Howard asked sadly. “Why can’t he be my sweet little boy forever?”

Maria pressed her face into his neck and hummed. “That’s just life, honey.”

“I know,” he sighed, then yelped. “Ooh! Did you just bite me?!”

Maria blinked, teeth digging into the skin of his throat. “…No.”

“Maria, you know you can’t bite me unless we have time for me to do something about it,” Howard scolded, giving her a fond pat on the butt before gently nudging her away. “I have to make some phone calls before supper.”

Maria groaned loudly, annoyed. “Why did you have to be a CEO? Why couldn’t I marry a regular guy?”

Howard pressed a quick kiss to her lips before moving back toward his desk. “A regular guy couldn’t buy Janet Van Dyne expensive fabric just to make his son a beautiful ballgown for the next Meeting.”

The werewolf couldn’t help a fond smile. “Tony’s going to love the dress, Howard.”

He scoffed. “It’s a gift from Janet, Maria, not from me.”

Maria rolled her eyes. “Of course, Howard.”


“I think,” Maria said, then paused. “…I think you should call your father ‘daddy’ more often, bambino.”

Tony blinked up at her, gangly now, but still with bright, innocent eyes. “The boys at school make fun of me when I call him that.”

“Why in the hell,” Maria whispered to herself, another thing to wonder about why humans were the way they were. “Well, perhaps still refer to him as ‘dad’ while at school, but call him ‘daddy’ when you’re home? He misses it.”

“Okay,” Tony replied with that familiar guilelessness that she loved. “I can try.”

She wrapped him up in a hug that brought his feet off the ground, spinning him in a circle that had him giggling. “That’s my boy! Your father is a little odd, but we love him anyway, right?”

Tony laughed as she dug her fingers into his sides, kicking wildly with laughter. “Mom!”

“He’s a human and he’s strange even by their standards but he’s the most loving father and husband in the world!” Maria continued, swinging him around again.

“Yeah!” Tony agreed happily, then kicked again. “Mommy, put me down!”

Maria sighed, just a touch wistfully, as she set him on his feet. He still called her ‘mommy’ but it was definitely falling in frequency. She carefully brushed his hair out of his eyes, humming quietly and murmuring about a haircut, and ended up with her hand on top of his head, surprising herself with the thought ‘if we just had a little more time.’ Usually it was Howard being the sentimental one.

“My precious pup,” she murmured, cupping his cheek. “Do you know how much we love you?”

Tony tilted his head as he looked up at her. “Of course, Mom. You guys hug and kiss me and tell me you love me all the time. Did you know there are boys at school who don’t get hugs and kisses from their parents?”

Maria smiled sadly. “Oh, honey.”

“So I know how much you guys loves me,” the boy continued. “Do you guys know how much I love you?”

Maria squatted in front of him, cupping his cheeks again. “Honey, it’s never going to be as much as your daddy and I love you.”

Tony stuck his chin out stubbornly. “Well, I’m going to try!”

“Tesorino, that would be delightful,” Maria assured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Mom!” Tony complained. “You always get lipstick on me when you do that!”


“Boys are making fun of him for calling me ‘daddy?!’” Howard burst out angrily. “I knew sending him to boarding school was a mistake!”

“Honey,” Maria said, trying to keep the laughter out of her voice.

“They’re ruining my precious boy!”

Maria covered her mouth to hide her smile. “I think boys would have made fun of him at a public school, too, dear.”

“Maria, I’ve been telling you this!” Howard threw his hands up. “We could home school him until he’s ready for college! And then we get a little apartment off campus to stay in while he’s there so we’d always be nearby–”

“Howard, I thought you wanted to stop people from bullying him. A boy that never leaves his parents’ home, Howard? Really?”

Howard sagged, sitting down on the edge of their bed and hanging his head. “My boy,” he said sadly. “I’m supposed to protect him.”

“You’re also supposed to let him grow up to become his own man,” Maria told him gently. “And with you as his father, he’s going to grow up to be a good man, too, Howard.”

Howard choked quietly and clutched his chest. “Maria,” he said, tears filling his eyes. “Why would you say something like that when you know I’m so weak?”

“You’re not weak,” she answered immediately. “I wouldn’t choose a weak mate. If anything, you’re too strong, and too damn responsible.” She ran her fingers through his hair as his shoulders began to shake. “Why does it surprise you so that I love my mate so dearly?”

“Sometimes,” Howard began, leaning his head on her shoulder. “Sometimes I worry. That I’m tricking you somehow. And I’m just screwing everything up.”

“You’re not,” Maria assured him. “You’re not tricking me and you’re not screwing everything up. You love Tony. And sometimes you forget about Tony long enough to remember you love me, too.”

“Maria,” Howard gasped, lifting his head to stare up at her. “I always love you. If I’ve done something–”

She snorted, pressing a finger to his lips. “Howard, nothing could give me greater pleasure than my mate loving our pup. I was just teasing.”

“I wish I could give you another one,” he admitted softly, eyes going sad. “Maria, if I’d had any idea what that radiation would do to me–”

Maria held her hand up to stop him. “I’m happy that we even got one pup, Howard. Tony is enough. You are enough. You were upfront with me about your possible fertility issues before you even proposed.” She smirked, leering at him. “And I can’t say the endeavor for a pup was unpleasant either.”

Howard choked on a slightly hysterical laugh. “Maria.

“We’re getting older, dear,” she added after he’d calmed down. “You, especially. Tony… Tony is always going to be enough for me.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead. “And you will, too. Besides, we have Ana and Jarvis, and Peggy and her family. I come from a big pack where there were aunts and uncles and cousins. This… this is just like home.”

Howard frowned, reaching up to cup her cheeks and using his thumb to wipe away a tear she hadn’t noticed had fallen. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find more of your family, honey.”

“You found my Uncle Giuseppe and his family,” Maria answered quietly. “That was… honestly more than I ever hoped for.”

Howard nodded, dissatisfied. He was still looking, technically, had detectives searching Europe for Carbonells, but at this point he was pretty sure that they would only find graves, if they’d even been given that decency. He wished he’d taken better care, better safety precautions when he was younger, so he could have given Maria the big family she wanted and the siblings Tony would have adored.

But if Maria could be happy, after all that had happened to her, he’d stop wondering ‘what if’ and be happy, too.