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tea-earlgrey · 22 days ago

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Spatort-Timeline

Aktualisierte Version (Stand: Juni 2025)

Disclaimer: Das ist meine Interpretation der vorhandenen Informationen und ein Versuch, möglichst viel davon passend zu machen. Ich erhebe keinen Anspruch auf Richtigkeit und möchte nicht, dass damit jemand in der eigenen, kreativen Freiheit eingeschränkt wird. Zur Verwendung siehe unter Cut.

1990 - Adam und Leo werden geboren (Annahme basierend auf Jahrbuch aus HdW und dass Adam und Leo in der 11. Klasse etwa 16/17 waren; Stichtag Einschulung Saarland 30. Juni, Stand 2021) - Erster Nachweis von Aktivität Roland Schürks (Kontoauszüge aus April 1990)

1994 - Fahndungsaufruf Joseph und Beatrice Radek vom 16. Mai

2001 - Roland Schürk wird wegen unerlaubten Waffenbesitzes verurteilt

2002 - Erste Raubüberfälle, zu denen Boris Barns geständig ist; (gemeinsam mit Roland Schürk) - Roland Schürk erhält 300.000 Euro in kleineren Summen aufs Konto

2003 - 14. Februar: Banküberfall mit Todesfolge aus der Raubserie Roland Schürk/Boris Barns - Boris Barns kommt im Frühling 2003 wegen Raubmord ins Gefängnis (Entlassung vermutlich 2023 bei Höchststrafe und wegen Weigerung auf Kooperation; mögliche Verlängerung wegen weiterer Vorfälle)

Vermutlich zwischen 2003 und 2006 - Leo und Adam als Jugendfreunde (“Hab jahrelang dabei zugesehen…” aber Leo weiß nicht von Boris)

2006 - Vermutlich April: Roland Schürk wird von Peter Lausch im Wald angegriffen und später von Leo in Nothilfe ins Koma geschlagen (siehe Post zur Ermittlung des Datums) - 04. Mai: in Frankreich wird die Leiche von E. Morel gefunden, ihr Oberschenkel fehlt

Schuljahr 2006/07 - Peter Lausch wird Lehrer an Leos und Adams Schule; Leo und Adam kommen in die 11. Klasse - Oktober - Dezember: Leo gewinnt Vorlesewettbewerb und fährt danach zum Bundesausscheid; Adam leitet die Fußball AG

Schuljahr 2007/2008 - Adam verschwindet (im Jahrbuch 2006/2007 mehrfach aufgeführt, in der 11. den Philo-Kurs von Lausch besucht, “Und Sie sind dann irgendwann verschwunden”)

Schuljahr 2008/2009 - Abitur des Jahrgangs 1990/91, daher vermutlich mindestens Leo (vgl. Jahrbuch 2006/07 11. Klasse; G9 Modell im Saarland bis 2009)

2014 - 23. Januar: Mara Heinrich wird als vermisst gemeldet

2018 - Cora Reuthers wird zum ersten Mal überfallen (muss nicht der erste Einbruch sein; Stimmiger hinsichtlich Therapie und Selbstverteidigungskurse)

2020 - Vermutlich 4./11. Mai (Montagnacht): Eric Hofer wird ermordet - Vermutlich 5./12. Mai (Dienstag): Adam beginnt neue Stelle in Saarbrücken - Vermutlich 7./14. Mai: Roland Schürk wacht auf nach etwa 14 Jahren (Annahme: Rundung auf 15 Jahre, weil es besser klingt) - 05.07.2020: Jessi Pohlmann wird ermordet - 06.07.2020: Roland Schürk wird aus dem Krankenhaus entlassen und sitzt im Rollstuhl - 09.07.2020: Leo erschießt Peter Lausch; Roland Schürk verletzt

2021 - Ende 2021/Anfang 2022: Einbruch im Wohnhaus Schürk durch Modalls Bande; Roland wird verprügelt (Aussage von Heide Schürk, dass Roland nach seiner neuerlichen Verletzung während HdW wieder laufen kann) - Erster Einbruch bei Cora Reuthers (könnte unterschiedlich zu o.g. Überfall sein)

2022: - Anfang März: Roland Schürk kauft einen Regenbogenfrosch - Ende März (Woche vom 21.-27.03.): Roland Schürk stirbt; Adam wird wegen Mordverdacht an seinem Vater verhaftet und trifft in Untersuchungshaft auf seinen Patenonkel Boris Barns - Ende März: Adam birgt die 1,2 Millionen aus dem letzten Bankraub seines Vaters (Geldscheine sind allerdings falsch)

2023 - Frühling: Boris Barns wird aus der Haft entlassen (sofern seine Haftstrafe nicht verlängert wurde) - Ende Juli (vermutlich 22.07.): Andreas Schneider stirbt nach einem Ackermatch; Moritz Leimer überfällt Adam wegen der 1,2 Millionen aus dem letzten Banküberfall - Ende Juli (vermutlich 25.07.): Roswitha Jäger stirbt bei beinahe-Unfall (Datum auf Leos Uhr falsch) auf (nicht) B17

2025 - 09. Juni (Pfingstmontag): Überfall auf Geldtransporter am Willi-Graf-Ufer durch Carla Radek, Merlin Bravard und Moritz Leimer - 11. Juni: Carla Radek stirbt bei Explosion in einem Bunker in Frankreich; Leo verletzt

Zur Verwendung:

Dieser erste Post enthält die grobe Timeline mit Informationen zu einzelnen Jahren und Eckpunkten, die relevant sein könnten. Rot markiert und kursiv sind Annahmen, die ich tätige, um die Timeline passend zu machen.

Informationen über Nebencharaktere sind kleiner, aber im Post teilweise inkludiert, da sie Einblicke in die Gesamt-Timeline geben oder für die Weiterverarbeitung hilfreich sein können.

Die Quellen sind diesmal in den Reblogs zu finden. Es gibt zu jedem Film einen eigenen Reblog; die Informationen befinden sich unter den Cuts, damit der Stapel nicht zu groß wird. Film-Reblogs enthalten jeweils eine Timeline des Films in violett.

Die Timeline ist absichtlich in Textform, um sie für Screenreader erfassbar zu machen.

Fragen zur Timeline beantworte ich jederzeit gerne.

#spatort meta #timeline post #spatort timeline #my posts #spatort #tatort saarbrücken #wild dass Leo demnach erst kommenden Mittwoch in die Luft fliegt ups

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svetamillss · 5 months ago

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NSFW alphabet with them🫦

Featuring: Park Gyeong Seok x Reader(f), Nam Gyu x Reader(f)

A/N: By popular demand, I wrote an alphabet with them. I hope you like it!

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Park Gyeong Seok

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

A man immediately helps you clean up all the mess, helps you get to the bathroom, where you may take a joint shower. After all, you either talk for a long time or fall asleep in each other's arms.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He loves your tits. He likes to suck your nipples, leave his marks on your tits, spank them, and basically he likes how your breasts fit perfectlyin his palms.

In himself, he loves his pumped up body: hands, abs. Because he sees you drooling when you see him without a T-shirt.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He cums most often in you (you want more children, except Na Yeon), he also likes to cum on your tits or in your mouth (in your mouth with your consent).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has long dreamed of painting with his paints on your naked body, and then have sex with you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He is twenty years older than you, he was married once, and he also has a daughter, so he was one hundred percent experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary: this is an old classic for him. Cowgirl: he likes to see your tits jump to the rhythm of his pushes into your pussy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's always serious during sex, so don't expect jokes from him (he also doesn't know how to joke too well).

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is not used to watching the hair in the groin area, but he began to do it for you, although sometimes rarely, he just doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is quite romantic, even at such moments. The man tries to shower you with all possible compliments.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off, but not very often. This happens when you can't have sex for quite a long time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

You are in his clothes, outfits where your breasts are clearly visible when you call him "daddy"

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers everything classic: a bedroom or a living room. Sometimes you can have sex in the shower.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talk, flirting, your requests that you really want to have sex.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Will never hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

A man loves it when you give him a great blowjob and he also doesn't disdain to give you cunnilingus.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Gyeong can start slowly and finish quickly and roughly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like quick sex, he doesn't have time to enjoy you, so you don't do that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Gyeong is also not a fan of different experiments, he likes everything in the classics.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He will definitely be able to withstand 4-5 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sometimes a man can tease you, he likes to see how you are embarrassed by his vulgy words.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not to say that he’s too loud. Gyeong is something between loud and quiet, in addition to moaning, he can also growl and swear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Since he is an artist, you make small dates at your home related to his work. You become his model and he draws a lot of candid pictures with your image, which only you two will see.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

8 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not to say that the yearning is very high, rather above average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you don't talk about something, he falls asleep right away, making sure you're okay.

Nam Gyu

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

You either talk a little or fall asleep right away, because sex with him is quite exhausting.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He loves your hips, because Gyu always kisses and bites them, he can also spank them. He also likes your tits, he likes to suck them like a little kid, he also loves it when you jerk him off with your tits.

He rather likes a dick in himself, because he thinks it's perfect for you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It quickly enters the taste, so it cums wherever it wants: in your pussy, on your face, on your stomach, on your tits, in your mouth. Nam likes to watch you look with his sperm.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to have threesome sex, where his best friend Thanos will be present, but he knows that you will be against it, but maybe someday he will offer.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He had several girlfriends before you, so he is quite experienced, unlike you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary: the guy loves to look at your face, and also to see how his dick is deep enough in you.

Cowgirl: he loves your tits and the way they jump.

Doggy style: Nam likes to slap your ass during sex and feel the main one.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not very serious at such moments, he likes to joke or even talk.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He shaves and not only because of you, Gyu just doesn't like it when he has a lot of hair on his body.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You were surprised when you saw that your boyfriend is romantic during sex, he likes to tell you various compliments and kiss you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nam jerks off almost every day, he relieves his stress after a hard day, but then he will definitely take care of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The way you call him "daddy" when you're in the form of a sexy kitty, his clothes on you, light suffocation and slight humiliation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He doesn't care where to have sex, he can fuck you in the bedroom, in the shower, in his car, in the cubicle of the public toilet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talk, the way you meow for him, kisses on his neck, if you undress in front of him.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He will never hurt you or do what you don't like.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both cunnilingus and how you give him a blowjob.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is usually fast and rude, but if you ask him, he can be slower.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He has nothing against quick sex, you do it when you need to quickly relieve stress, but not very often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's a risky guy and ready for various experiments, but the main thing is that you agree.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can easily withstand 5 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He can use various toys such as cat ears, collar, cat tail, whips and various vibrators, but only with your consent.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Gyu can't do without flirting, so you're used to his vulgy statements in your direction.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's quite loud, it's high for him to know when the neighbors hear you fucking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

In the evening you got into a traffic jam that went on for quite a long time, he was very bored and the guy decided to have fun. And you were wearing a light summer dress. The guy began to caress your pussy with his fingers, through the fabric of your panties, and when he saw that you wanted more, he began to fuck you with his fingers.

But Gyu became cramped in his pants and he came up with another plan.

- Kitten, are you riding your daddy while he's driving? - he said in a purring voice, you were very excited.

He had tinted windows, so no one will see you. He slightly moved the seat away so that you could sit comfortably after you took off your panties and pulled down the underwear with Gyu (he helped you with this). You sat down with a loud moan on his dick, starting to move quickly. Nam slapped you on the ass with one hand, and held the steering wheel with the other.

- Fuck, I love evening traffic jams so much. - he says, before moaning loudly again.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

7 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, even very high!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Gyu falls asleep almost immediately, hugging you at the same time.

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#park gyeong seok x reader #park gyeong seok #player 246 #player 246 x reader #nam gyu squid game #nam gyu x reader #nam gyu #player 124 x reader #player 124 #squid game #squid game headcanons #squid games x reader #squid game 2

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months ago

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The new Blazing Jewel outfits are so cool, and I genuinely like them a lot. However, Leona's one made me laugh in particular cause he looked over and saw Jack serving face, and immediately undid an extra button on his shirt and summoned the Bishounen Wind™ to make his hair flowy. Like sir, what was the reason for this harlotry 🤨?? Also he has that stupid nonchalant smoulder like bro has been spamming the same emote for the past 5 years and I'm annoyed it works

[Referencing the new 5th anniversary art!]

Vil must have been tutoring Jack because AIN'T NO WAY JACK JUST POSES LIKE THAT NATURALLY, THAT'S SOME MAGAZINE LEVEL SHIT 😭 I just know Jack wasn't at this modelling proficiency in Fairy Gala If... (he was stiff and awkward back then??) Good on him though, honestly! His design generally doesn't appeal to me, but when I saw this look for the first time I actually gasped from how cool he was!! I especially love that eye makeup on him, it's not too fierce, and it goes perfectly with that nonchalant expression ✨

Kingscholar really said there can only be One and then adihlbfaebgiyfeiyoqefbiwQTYOGQ3PQEG proceeds to WHoRE IT UP IN HER E WITEHT HE SHIRT AND TRHE EXPRESSISON (probably even used wind magic to get that hair swoosh okay L'Oreal model LMAO) QDBU;SAIVYFWyo8fg8fv8yaf L*OSANDONADS YOU'RE A GROWN aSS MAN HAVING BEEF FFFDS WITH A FDUCKGING 16 YE R OLD, SSIT YOUR ASS DOWN 💀

ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY GUY RUGGIE 😎 While Leona and Jack are competing for the most eyes on them, he's sneaking off to cram as many free snacks into his pockets as he can www

#disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #Leona Kingscholar #Ruggie Bucchi #Jack Howl #Savanaclaw #jp spoilers #notes from the writing raven #twst anni #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anni #twisted wonderland anniversary #NOT L*ONA ROT #Vil Schoenheit

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macknshift · 28 days ago

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sophia charlotte merriweather . . . small-town dr.

SOPHIE MERRIWEATHER IS MOVING BACK HOME.

she told herself that she never would. well, actually, that's a lie. she knew she would eventually. she figured that, someday, she would bore herself out of her life in california and move back to silver springs, vermont, to raise her kids or something. she didn't expect to being moving home now at 26. her parents aren't even here anymore - her old house sold as they went to live in florida for the last 4 years of "having a kid at home". so she's not technically home. she's living in this really tiny apartment above sally's diner and very particularly chose not to tell anyone she's back, except for her co-workers at the silver springs public library. you know, miss diane, the children's librarian before sophie, set this whole thing up for her. the lady practically raised her, and when she sent the offer for her to move back, she had to take it! she had to!

everything was going great the first day - she made friends with a very talkative toddler named louise who was very interested in talking about miss diane, until her dad came in. which, sure, would've been totally fine if her dad wasn't leo nash. her best-friend throughout high school before he just decided to stop talking to her when she went to college, sending these stupid silver springs postcards once a month instead. which she may-or-may-not keep underneath her bed in a shoebox full of stuff he's given her over the years. she figured he had moved away once his address changed to his parents' house instead of his own apartment, but what she didn't expect was a 4-year-old bundle of joy that apparently treats the library like her own kingdom.

to make it worse, he's just as hot as he was when they were teenagers, now with muscles and a mustache and just the slightly grown-out hair that she wants to run her fingers through. and he wants to be friends. so does "lulu".

what has she gotten herself into?

silver springs children's librarian. born 01/29/1998. 5 foot 9. silver springs → pasadena → silver springs. 26, aquarius, alleged ambivert. enfp, 6w7, so/sx.

soundtrack of my life . . . paul , big thief. everything, everywhere , noah kahan & gracie abrams. spring into summer , lizzy mcalpine. georgia , phoebe bridgers. sally, when the wine runs out , role model. california , chappell roan.

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ Soooooo....this is my lowkey favorite dr at the moment (or at least, my hyperfixation dr lol my favorite will always be my marvel dr who said that) but no i think it's so so rom-commy / hallmark-y and special so idk i love it bad!!!! i will be making a 'guide to silver springs' post soon bc there is sooo much lore that i can't rlly include in the intro post, and i will make a separate post for leo in this dr specifically bc y'know. he has a kid. ALSO! i have scripted this BUTTTTT leo is actually the one who bought my childhood house from my parents bc he's in love w me...n e ways..........

#mack makes things #mackleo #reality shifting #shifting motivation #shiftblr #mack's small town dr #shifting things #shifting edit #scripting ideas #shifting moodboard #moodboard #small town dr #(i want to write a book for this one but so many of the ppl involved are based off of real ppl or fictional characters from like. Real IPs.)

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dreamingunderacloudysky · 7 months ago

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I loved your alphabet for Anya ^^

Could you possibly do the same prompt for Daisuke :3

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I love Anya so much, and writing for her gives me so much joy

SFW ALPHABET | Daisuke

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Daisuke? Affection lord. Aggressive cuddles? That's his middle name (probably). He has the energy of those wholesome starwars nerd boys on the internet. Sees lightsaber dueling as a form of affection.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The hype man! No, he's not a baby in my eyes, but he's got a young and very passionate heart, so he will do his best to keep a positive mentality for his friends and his sanity. YAP WITH HIM, and listen well! Like with Anya, what they both say gets glossed over by the rest of the crew.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes, as mentioned before, Daisuke is the affection lord. He is not a Spooner, BUT he will lay on top of you like the world's most comedic weighted blanket. He's also fine lying on his back. World's most entertaining pillow talker! Random facts as he's tracing smiley faces into your skin with his fingertips.

This is Daisuke and no one can change my mind

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

City boy City boy City boy. This man wants to live in the city on the coast with a convertible, thrifted Hawaiian shirts, piña Coladas, and arcades. His flat is decorated with LED lights, a stylized diffuser, and lego plant models that him and Anya build together on their hangouts since neither of them can keep real plants alive. Cooking? He's actually pretty damn good at it! He is on another level of mixology so mixed drinks that glow under black lights? Daisuke is your man. Killer French toast maker for sure.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Very timid about it, but will force himself to do it in person. Otherwise it's from an outburst of emotion like in an argument or discussion

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Fast to fall, slow to marry, but will have the geekiest way of proposing. Watch him pull out a ringpop.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be gentle. When Daisuke is aggressive it's not actually aggression he just has a hard time containing excitement and bounces off the walls. Both physically and emotionally.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Absolutely. Everyday. Like Anya he will find any excuse to give you one and pepper your face with kisses.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Every 5 minutes good fucking lord Daisuke pump the brakes. You butter toast for him and he swears fealty this man is actually so golden.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

A little jealous, but just gets a little pouty or is just entirely oblivious like that. He 100% has full trust in you please dont break this piña coloda in the rain man's heart.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Daisuke loves butterfly and eskimo kisses because he's actually such a dope. Loves making you laugh it's become his sole purpose in life.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Probably the best out of the whole crew if I'm being honest. Anya is the most responsible, but Daisuke only needs 3 minutes to use his 17 charisma stat to charm kids into thinking he's the best.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Doomscrolling I hope you don't mind, he gets up before you and sings to his spotify playlists in the shower. Not before leaving a kiss to the top of your head. If you're still asleep by the time he finishes showering, he'll cook up some breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Co-op games, music sharing, epic fail youtube videos, a big comforter blanket, and you guys definately have a cat named crusher. Don't ask.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Daisuke is a very open guy, the only things he would be slow to reveal is his guilt with his parents. He hates being a downer but those blues need to come out somehow.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Slow to anger, very slow similar to Anya except she can snap in the case if her losing a board game and flipping the game over and tripping over the coffee table on her way out.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers pretty well! Key details too, anniversaries with him are the bomb they're awesome because he never fails to bring up something you told him years ago.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You walking in on a drunk Daisuke ranting to a highly amused Swansea about how he was going to murder the sun because there can only be one sunshine.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Pretty protective if something seems off but this man can be so aloof, please also protect him

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

HE GOES OVER THE TOP. You walk into the your shared studio and he's sitting there with his Anakin Costume with a dinner from the star wars cookbook all set up. Or lego set building!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Will try his best to hide his negative thoughts, very hard to get him to open up about his own issues.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very concerned. Have you seen his hair? Bro actually should be a model for Hollister. Has 34 Hawaiian shirts in his wardrobe (he plans to get more)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, in the most golden retriever way possible.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When he messes up something small he just goes "Im just a girl in the world"

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Pessimistic people are a big no no. Also people who never want to go outside.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Lighter snorerer and has the habit of starfishing on the bed.

A/N: HAD TO REWRITE THIS 3 TILES BC TUMBLR DIDNT WANT TO SAVE IT HOPE YOU ENJOYED ☁️☁️☁️☁️

#mouthwashing x reader #daisuke x reader #intern daisuke #daisuke mw #daisuke #daisuke mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #mouthwashing

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impactedfates · 2 years ago

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Love In Different Shapes - Various HSR Boys x GN! Reader

★ Summary: Your lover loves to show that they love you, however some of their methods to do so, aren't something you'd expect - i.e HSR Boys and their love languages (but it's not your typical love language)

☆ Characters Included (Separate): Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Blade, Welt, Luka, Sampo, Gepard, Loucha + bonus character

★ Genre/Trope: Romantic + Crack (?)

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Just had random thoughts about HSR characters love language and decided to write about what theirs is in my opinion - just not your typical ones. // Not proof read - we die like Himeko // There's a HSR Girl version as well! Right here.

Dan Heng shows his love unintentionally by staring at you. Just full on staring. I mean, I'm sure most of us agree that Dan Heng is a man of few words, but I feel like you could be getting up to get water and you'll come back to Dan Heng staring at you. You might think 'oh, he wants me back in bed'

no.

He's just staring very lovingly at you, as creepy as it is. He wants to make sure he sees you. He can't explain why it gives him comfort to just look at you or why he decides to show that he cares about you this way. But he does! It's his way of saying he cares, and although not many may see it as him showing his love to you. Both you and him know what it means when he decides to look at you for more then 5 minutes without talking.

Somehow, Jing Yuans love language consists of making sure you aren't able to do your work. Somehow his love language is doing everything in his power to get you to pay attention to him.

You know those videos of cats knocking over a cup? That's him, and all he wants is your attention. He loves seeing what ways make you look at him, even for a split second. Would it be a surprise kiss? Softly rubbing your arm up and down? Knocking over an expensive vase??

He wants to find everyway to ensure you look at him with those pretty eyes, and as confusing as this love language may be to others. He truly does just enjoy messing with you.

Biting. I will not elaborate (Well I am but-)

Blade just bites you. Not harshly, just nibbles. You could just be doing some work, and your neck or shoulder are exposed, he'd just come up to you and just.

Nom.

You have so many bite makes because of him, but he doesn't care. He's at work often and as much as I'm sure he loves kissing you. He loves biting you playfully just as much. The amount of bite marks around your body that keeps multiplying is just a show of his love to you.

Welt shows his love by drawing you. He loves sketching you doing whatever and showing you. He enjoys looking at your face and capturing every detail with a stroke of a pencil. He probably has a sketch book dedicated to drawings of you, but most are ripped out as you stick it on your wall.

If you offered to model for Welt he'd be more then happy and ensures to be extra careful - not like he wasn't before but he wants to capture every single detail there is that he sees. And honestly? If you were to draw your own drawing of him then he'd be so happy. It's stuck on his wall, it's his wallpaper and it'll even by his profile picture for awhile.

Luka shows off. He's one of the guys that's like

"This is for you babe!"

But he fails, miserably even. He's usual so good at showing off, but when he tries to show off to you to show you how much he absolutely adores you he fails.

Every.

Single.

T i m e.

It's okay though, you get the gesture. You understand what he's trying to do, even after the countless fails. He wants to be successful even once as he feels if he continues failing you won't love him anymore.

You do though, you understand. And honestly? It's kinda cute how hard he tries trying to score a basket just to show you he loves you.

Reverse scamming (credits to my friend for this idea :D)

Sampo loves scamming others, but you? You're no exception sadly. On the other hand, how he scams you isn't what you'd think. He'd maybe scam you until getting what YOU want. Now what HE wants. Sometimes he may even scam you to get just a simple kiss or a hug.

You try to tell him if he wants a kiss or a hug he can just ask, but he finds it more fun this way. And you may even try to convince him to stop "scamming" you into getting the things you want, but he also refuses.

We all know Gepard is trying to garden and failing (I think) right? So what does everyone think of getting a half wilted flower from this man :D

He tries I swear, he just cannot do it correctly. You may even just get a tomato as an anniversary gift as he just couldn't take care of the flowers he was trying to grow for you. Bro may be more upset with being unable to grow you the best flower then he is about not catching Sampo.

He keeps trying and failing but, he still gives it to you in hopes you'll accept it! You will right? Even if he's given you a potato that's about to go bad?

Loucha can and will pat your head to show how much he loves you. As a merchant and a doctor, he doesn't necessarily have the time to sit down and relax, and even so. He doesn't seem like the type to want to. However he doesn't want his partner to feel neglected either, so to sure that he does love you so you don't forget. He pats your head with a small smile.

It doesn't even matter if your taller then him, he'll find a way to pat your head, whether it be to punch you in the stomach so you can bend over, pull you down by your collar or even just climbing onto his coffin to just pat your head a few times. He will pat that head of yours so you're reminded he still loves you despite his schedule.

Dr Ratio definitely info dumps to show his love. I don't even know much about this man yet but I know for a fact that he'd be casually talking about the history of something or in general just anything he knows whilst you two are eating.

He'd say something that's so jaw-dropping and continue eating and I love him for that. He seems sweet honestly, and if you want to info dump about anything you like? He listens with such intent, asks questions and remembers every word. I love him so much (I know he isn't out yet but-)

Hehehe. I spent a good bit rambling with my friend about certain HSR characters "unusual" love language and decided to write one! It's not proof read as most of the time, my rambles aren't proof read. But as always, if I messed some spelling or grammar up. Inform me and I'll fix it :D

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skendoss · 5 months ago

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boyfriend! vein headcanons

cw: vein..., mentions of stalking, violence, vein is kinda obsessive, ooc vein (made him relatively nice 😡), mentions of sex, 18+ mdni, not proofread

- how’d you end up with this man, then? well, picture this: you met vein one fateful night on a whim. out of sheer luck, actually.

- you were walking home in the silence of the night after working a late shift at the downtown restaurant, a small group of thugs hot on your trail. you were well aware of the fact, but what were you to do? you were clearly outnumbered 4/1.

you’d been weaving in and out of bins and boxes in alleyways for a solid 5 minutes now, unsuccessful in your attempt to slip away into the night, your anxiety increasing tenfold with every passing minute.

- do you shout for help? who would come to your rescue at 1.30am? do you run and hope for the best? yes. that’s exactly what you did. straight into a dead end. you’re stuck. no way out. done for.

your only option now is to face these men head on. plead for your life, at least try to appeal to their better nature. when you turn you expect to be met with the predatory faces of the men that were following you, except.. the only thing you’re met with is the back of a tall stranger, holding an arm out to block the groups view of you.

it was all a bit of a blur what happened next - but the thugs who believed that they could take out this stranger to get to you, were swiftly taken down one by one. within a minute, all four of them were bloody, beaten and knocked out, left to rot in the dark alleyway.

you were shaken, terrified even. of course you were, you’ve never had to deal with anything this intense in your life. and this stranger - what were his intentions with you?

you watch him with caution as he approaches you, cowering on the floor with tears falling freely down your face at their own accord.

his eyes bore into yours, as crimson as the colour of his hair. he offers you a warm smile, before removing his coat and squatting down to your level, wrapping it around your shoulders and wiping one of your tears away with his thumb.

“i’m vein.” he smiles at you again, offering you his hand. “don’t worry. you’re safe now.”

- ever since the day of your first meeting, to your first date, to every walk to and from work after you established your relationship, vein is always there to act as your personal bodyguard. you will never have to travel anywhere alone.

- this man dotes on you. to the point where he could admit he’s borderline obsessed. he will absolutely not hesitate to make someone disappear if they even so much as made a snide remark about you. because you’re his and to him, you’re perfect. everyone else is irrelevant, they only get in the way.

- boyfriend!vein wants to make your life with him as easy as possible. you deserve nothing less than to live in luxury. want to quit your job? fine. he can earn enough to let you live the life you want to live. anything you want? say less, he’s got it for you.

- you get a fresh bouquet of dahlias every week, without fail.

- the man runs a modelling agency. he knows how to snap a good shot, and he has thousands of you. all candid, while you work, while you watch tv, play on your phone. his albums of you are endless. and he loves every single one.

- s e x g o d

this man worships your body in ways that you didn’t know were possible. your sex life is extremely active, very experimental and he is the biggest giver.

also has a red room. do with that what you will 🙂‍↕️

- boyfriend!vein constantly lets you know how much he loves you. either through words of affirmation, spoiling you with gifts or simply doing acts in your favour. you're his person and he wants you to know it at all times

- once you move in together, you get free reign of his bank account. go wild, friend! for you, this man’s funds are endless ✨

- boyfriend!vein who learns to cook all of your favourite meals, so you don’t have to.

- “darling/sweetheart/my love” - his go to pet names for you

- boyfriend!vein who wants to change his ways to be the best version of himself - all for you. sure, rome wasn’t built in a day, but one thing for sure is that he would never get involved in any business that could ever put you in harms way.

- boyfriend!vein who’s life found purpose the day he found you. he’s lovesick, and intends on staying that way for the rest of your lives together.

💕

note: i still loathe this man with my entire being, im sorry vein nation 🙂‍↕️ this is still subject to change, or a part 2 at least once yingdu arc has ended <333

#for you my beloved yingdu anon!#i still hate him #link click #link click x reader #link click vein #vein x reader #they could never make me like you vein #he is kinda hot

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mostly-marvel-musings · 21 days ago

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Chapter 5 - Terms and Conditions

A/N: Alright we’re getting there! Let me know your thoughts :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Wife! Reader

Warning: slow burn.

Terms and Conditions

Malibu feels colder than you remember.

Maybe it’s the jet lag. Or maybe it’s the weight of what followed you home, something heavier than suitcases and lingering tabloid headlines.

Tony disappears into the lab almost as soon as you step off the plane. No goodbyes. No check-ins. Just a “Don’t touch anything that hums or glows” over his shoulder before the door hisses shut.

You wait. An hour. Two.

Then you go down there anyway.

It’s late and the lab lights are dimmed, casting everything in sterile blue. He’s hunched over a table, hands blackened with grease, arc reactor glowing through a tank top like a lighthouse losing power.

You clear your throat.

He looks up. Surprise flickers across his face—but not annoyance. Just… caution.

“Didn’t expect you to follow me down here.”

You step closer, holding up the tablet. “I’ve been running simulations.”

He blinks. “Of what?”

“Your arc reactor problem.”

Tony scoffs. “You make it sound like a bad break-up.”

“It is. You just haven’t filed the paperwork.”

He smirks despite himself. “And let me guess…you’ve solved it?”

“No. But I might’ve cracked the way in.”

You set the tablet down between his prototypes, right next to the coffee he forgot to drink. On the screen is a restructured elemental matrix—unstable, yes, but promising. Stark-grade promising.

He studies it. Then you.

“Where did you learn this?”

You shrug. “My company deals with quantum instability modeling. Novastem’s been prototyping renewable reaction chambers for years. I applied the same logic to your core.”

His eyes narrow, not with suspicion…with interest. And maybe something else.

“You’ve been holding out on me.”

“You never did your research before signing the contract.”

He leans forward, elbows on the table. “So what’s the play, boss lady? You gonna start redesigning my tech behind my back now?”

“I could. But I figured we could build something together.”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re both suddenly too aware of how close you are. His breath catches—so soft you almost miss it.

“You’re really not afraid of me, are you?”

“No,” you say. “I’m afraid for you.”

Something changes in his face. The smirk softens. The bravado slips.

He looks down at your design again. “This—this could work. With some restructuring. A different power funnel.”

“And a new containment field. You’d need to isolate the toxicity at the molecular level.”

You’re talking science, but your voice is low. Gentle.

Calming.

And Tony—for once—listens.

You stay in the lab all night solving equations, sketching circuits. Every so often, your hands brush. Every so often, you catch him staring—and he doesn’t look away.

There’s a point, just before sunrise, when the music cuts out and the silence settles in. You glance up. He’s still watching you, arc reactor casting a soft blue glow over the shadows on his face.

“You know,” he says, voice quieter than usual, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to save my life.”

You don’t blink. “I am.”

He doesn’t have a response to that.

So you both go back to work.

You’ve lost track of time.

It’s been hours since the sun rose, then dipped again below the horizon, and somewhere in between, you and Tony Stark have created three promising prototypes, burned through a whiteboard’s worth of equations, and ignored four meals and at least one alarmingly passive-aggressive message from Pepper.

Tony’s hair is a mess. There’s a scorch mark on your sleeve. Dum-E the robot has just rolled by dragging a fire extinguisher it wasn’t asked for.

“False alarm, bud,” Tony mutters, waving him off with a wrench. “We only set one thing on fire.”

You glance up from your calculations, glasses slipping a little on your nose, and push them back with the back of your hand. “Correction—we only set one thing on fire. The coffee machine doesn’t count.”

Tony turns, sees you in your glasses and a smudge of grease on your cheek, and visibly pauses. Long enough for Dum-E (the cat) to leap onto the workbench and knock a stylus off with zero remorse.

“You okay?” you ask, catching Tony staring.

He blinks. Coughs. “Yeah. Just… trying to remember when lab goggles started looking like that.”

You glance at him over the rim of your glasses. “Like what?”

“Like they belong on the cover of Scientific American meets Playboy’s ‘Women in Science special edition.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s not a real issue.”

“It should be,” he mutters, and goes back to his holographic projection.

Another hour ticks by. Equations are solved, frustrations muttered, a few genius-level arguments are had over whether your containment approach is better than his. (It is. He pretends to disagree anyway.)

Then, Tony leans back in his chair, rubbing at his temple.

“I’m calling it. Brain’s fried. You’ve bested me with science, glasses, and sheer stamina.”

You smirk. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Take it as surrender. I’m cooked.” He nods toward the little stack of gift boxes someone, probably Pepper left on the table by the espresso machine. “You wanna open some of those? Could be explosives. Or more ties.”

You set down your stylus. “That’s the most domestic thing you’ve said all week.”

“Don’t tell anyone. It’ll ruin my reputation.”

You both head over, Dum-E the robot tries to follow and bumps into the cat, who gives him a deeply judgmental meow before hopping onto a high shelf, tail flicking.

You pick up a box labeled with your name in surprisingly neat handwriting.

Tony watches as you open it, and you watch him watching. There’s something softer in his eyes. Less performative. More real.

Inside the box? A set of styluses and a sleek notebook. You turn it over—there’s an embossed quote on the cover.

“To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.” — Thomas Edison.

You glance at Tony.

He shrugs, casual. “Thought it was fitting. You’ve got the imagination. And I’ve got a hell of a junk pile.”

A beat.

Then he adds, “Metaphorically.”

You laugh. “Sure.”

He hands you a second box—small, velvet. You raise an eyebrow, suspicious.

He smirks. “Don’t worry. Not a ring. You’d run.”

“Depends on the stone.”

You open it.

Inside: a pair of delicate earrings shaped like atomic models—silver electrons orbiting tiny sapphires. Subtle. Nerdy. Beautiful.

You’re quiet for a second too long.

Tony shifts on his feet. “If you hate them—”

“I don’t.” You meet his eyes. “I really don’t.”

The tension lingers—but it’s not the bad kind. It’s the kind that hums under your skin. The kind that says this could be something… if you let it.

“Alright,” he says, breaking the silence. “We’ve got brains, biceps, and banter. Back to building a new element?”

You nod. “Let’s finish what we started.”

“Oh and cheeseburgers are on the way.” He adds, not waiting for you to respond. You chuckle to yourself before shaking your head.

And just like that, you’re back at it.

Side by side.

It happens sometime after midnight.

The lab is humming—alive with the flicker of projections, the whirr of processors, and the faint jazz Tony queued up hours ago that neither of you bothered to turn off.

Tony’s discarded his outer shirt long ago, down to that black sleeveless tank that hugs his frame a little too well. His arc reactor pulses through it like a second heartbeat—its light casting shadows on the angles of his collarbone, the taut line of his arms as he tightens something on the collider prototype you both jury-rigged together.

You’re holding a tablet, double-checking a sequence, but it’s getting harder to focus.

Because—let’s be honest—damn.

There’s sweat at his temple. Grease smudges at the crook of his elbow. And the way his biceps flex as he adjusts the wiring?

Scientific miracle? Maybe. Divine intervention? Possibly. Existential crisis about how this whole arrangement started and what you’re feeling now? Definitely.

Tony turns toward you, catching your gaze mid-stare.

You absolutely don’t look away in time.

His lips twitch. “See something you like, wifey?”

You deadpan, “Just admiring your circuitry.”

“Sure you are.”

But then—just like that—his tone shifts. More serious. Focused.

“I think this is it.”

You blink. “Wait—really?”

He nods toward the collider. “If your recalibration holds—and it should—this should give us a stable reaction. Better output, safer levels. It’s not just palladium-free. It’s… smarter.”

You set down the tablet. Step closer.

“Let’s light it up.”

Tony grins—wild, hopeful, brilliant. The man who once said I am Iron Man now holding a makeshift element born out of desperation and genius and, your collaboration.

He hits the switch.

The lab glows white-blue as the core ignites. It pulses once—twice—and then steadies into a brilliant hum.

A perfect reaction.

You both stare at it.

Tony exhales a shaky laugh. “Holy hell.”

You smile, heart pounding, fingers brushing the edge of the console. “We did it.”

He looks at you then. Really looks at you.

And not like a business partner. Not like someone he tolerates out of obligation or contract. But like someone who helped save his life. Like someone who saw the worst of him and stayed.

Your breath catches.

You don’t say anything. You don’t have to.

Instead, he just murmurs, “You’re kind of extraordinary, you know that?”

And for once, there’s no joke to follow.

Just the soft glow of something new beginning—burning steady, like a star forged under pressure.

Like the proof of something real.

The silence between you stretches, soft and charged.

Tony’s still looking at you like he doesn’t quite know what to say—but for once, he wants to. That flicker of sincerity in his eyes feels new, untested, like something fragile made of glass and stubbornness.

He opens his mouth to speak—

“Tony?”

The voice cuts in, sharp and efficient, from the comm unit on the desk.

Pepper.

Tony curses under his breath and hits the console. “Yeah?”

“You missed the call with the Japan team. Again. Also, there’s a press conference tomorrow—9 a.m. sharp. They’re expecting a smiling CEO. Try not to scare any shareholders this time.”

There’s a pause. You can hear her typing.

“And please, don’t let the cat near any explosives.”

Tony glances at Dum-E (cat edition), who is currently asleep in a toolbox like the absolute chaos gremlin she is.

“Too late,” he mutters, then into the comm: “Got it, Pep. Thanks.”

“Don’t forget to hydrate,” she adds, sweet as a sword.

The comm cuts out.

The silence returns—but it’s a little more brittle now. A little more real-world-shaped.

Tony exhales, running a hand down his face. “Well. There goes the moment.”

You arch a brow, arms crossing. “Was there a moment?”

He looks at you. And for a split second, it’s like he wants to rewind, to reach for it again.

But instead, he smirks. “Nope. Just a hallucination. Must be the lab fumes.”

You snort softly. “And here I thought it was the power of teamwork.”

He tosses a rag at you, easy, but you catch the glint of something unspoken in his eyes. Something softer.

“You should get some rest,” you say, voice quieter now. “We both should.”

He nods, but doesn’t move.

As you walk away, Dum-E (bot version) lets out a mechanical chirp and bumps lightly against Tony’s leg.

Tony sighs, rubbing his jaw.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” he mutters. “She’s smarter than me.”

Dum-E chirps again, louder.

“…And hotter.”

You didn’t mean to fall asleep.

But you’d settled into the couch near the back of the lab some time later, Tony’s tablet still propped on your lap, blueprints faintly glowing in the dark. You’d been going over his element models again, cross-referencing particle decay data with your own theories.

Your glasses are still on. The screen’s gone idle. And Dum-E—the cat this time, not the bot—is curled up in your lap, tiny chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm, tail flicking once in her dreams.

You don’t stir when the elevator opens with a soft ding.

Tony steps out, barefoot, still in that black sleeveless compression shirt he wears when he’s in work mode but just shy of shutting down. There’s a smear of grease across one arm, and he’s holding a bag of takeout with your cheeseburgers.

He spots you instantly.

And stops.

For a long beat, he just… watches. The tablet’s glow lights your face in a soft haze. One arm is draped over Dum-E’s furry body, the other tucked beneath your head. You look peaceful. Relaxed in a way he hasn’t seen before. Like the tech, the chaos, him—none of it has touched you in this moment.

He swallows, sets the bag down quietly.

Crosses the floor on silent feet.

And then—because he can’t help himself—he crouches beside the couch, gentle fingers reaching up to slide your glasses off. You murmur something unintelligible in your sleep, shifting slightly, and the cat lifts her head just enough to give him a do not disturb the nap ecosystem glare before resettling.

He chuckles under his breath.

“Alright, alright,” he whispers. “Noted.”

He pulls the throw blanket from the armrest and lays it over both of you with a care he usually reserves for circuit boards and prototypes.

Then, just before he straightens, he hesitates.

His hand brushes your hair back, fingers pausing at your temple. And for a moment, he lets himself look at you the way he doesn’t when you’re awake—unguarded, like he’s afraid of how much he wants to stay right here.

“You’re gonna outsmart me one of these days,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Probably already have.”

Dum-E the bot chooses that exact moment to let out a low, suspicious beep from the hallway.

Tony startles. Glares.

“Ssshhh. Go snitch to someone else.”

Then he turns back to you one more time.

And walks away.

But the warmth of the blanket lingers. So does the faint scent of motor oil and that aftershave he pretends he doesn’t use.

And somewhere behind your dreaming mind, your heart flutters.

You wake to the low growl of your stomach.

The lab is still cloaked in semi-darkness, save for the soft glow of the reactor core downstairs and the strip lights lining the walls. The tablet’s screen has gone black. Dum-E (the cat) has vanished from your lap, replaced by a lack of feline warmth.

You sit up, blinking slowly, blanket sliding off your shoulders. A blanket you don’t remember draping around yourself.

And then you smell it.

Cheeseburgers.

Not the kind from five-star kitchens or health-conscious eateries—no, these are unapologetically greasy, bag-rustling, artery-threatening cheeseburgers. The kind Tony Stark would absolutely crave after a 12-hour bender of science and emotional avoidance.

A paper bag sits on the nearby counter, beside two unopened cans of soda and one very familiar pair of sunglasses.

“I was gonna wake you,” comes his voice behind you, “but then Dum-E gave me that ‘if you disturb the cat, you die’ look. So I ordered food and decided to wait until it was safe.”

You turn.

Tony’s leaning against the lab doorway, hair tousled, the black sleeveless top swapped for an old hoodie that hangs low on his frame. He’s barefoot again, but this time he’s holding two burgers and wearing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes—but comes closer than usual.

“You hungry?” he asks, tossing you one of the burgers.

You catch it with both hands. “Starving.”

You settle on opposite ends of the couch, the silence between you filled with the crinkle of wrappers and the occasional satisfied sigh. For a while, it’s just the two of you, biting into warmth and salt and melted cheese.

Then he says, “My mom used to make cheeseburgers when things got bad. She burned them. Every single time. But it was… her way of trying.”

You glance over. He’s not looking at you—just staring at the wall across from him like it holds something only he can see.

“She was soft. Always trying to smooth things over. My dad, on the other hand—” he pauses, laughs bitterly, “—was made of steel and vodka. Never home. And when he was, he’d rather talk to the bourbon bottle than his son.”

You stay quiet. Let him keep going.

“Jarvis, the butler—not the AI—he raised me. Taught me how to tie a tie, how to drive, how to pretend I wasn’t breaking inside. He called me ‘Master Tony’ until the day he died.”

You reach for your soda. “And people wonder why you built a suit of armor around your heart.”

Tony glances at you then, a flicker of something passing over his face.

“Yeah, well. You don’t grow up like that and come out unscathed. But I guess you already figured that out.”

You offer him a smile, soft at the edges. “I think you turned out better than you think.”

He doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he nods at you. “What about you? Got any tragic backstory I should be bracing for?”

You shrug, leaning back into the couch. “Mine’s less headline-worthy. My mom was a teacher. My dad ran a hardware store. We weren’t rich, but they loved me.. I got into tech because I used to tinker with broken stuff at the store after school. Fixed a toaster when I was eight. Thought I was a genius.”

Tony raises a brow. “You are a genius.”

“Tell that to the toaster I set on fire two weeks later.”

He laughs. Really laughs. And it does something to your ribcage.

For a moment, the genius billionaire and the tech-savvy stranger-who’s-now-his-wife sit in shared warmth, surrounded by flickering lab lights and fast food. Not partners. Not enemies. Not pawns in a corporate chess game.

Just two people with old wounds and new stories. And half-eaten cheeseburgers.

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