CAN YOU PLS REBLOG? I WANT TO HAVE AT LEAST FEW PEOPLE JOIN IT!!
(WAS SUPPOSED TO DO IT ON FRIDAY BUT WHATEVER)
Hello!! Welcome to 62 days with Meow challenge!! Here I tell you the rules and some story of it:
Meow and the Ink Machine was my own fangame from Bendy. But with more years it becomes my own story! Just didn't chage the name :I
62 Days with Meow - small challenge of mine :)
IT WILL START IN MONDAY!! (18 September)
What is it? Something like Ink Demonth!! But with little different rulles:
there are really 62 days. But don't worry! To get the price - do only 20 of them! You can do more, of course!!
How to do that? Use your immagination!! Draw, write, sing, create - it's your time to make your brain go into world of dreams!! Use my characters like yours!!
The challenge end 9 NOVEMBER!! You have like TWO WHOLE MONTHS TO DO IT!!!!! So don't be stressed
As I said - you can choose only 20 of them. That means you can mix the days of course! Don't have to start with 1 then 2 then 3 - you can go like 1, 20, 54, 3, 9...
if you know Bendy, it will be easier for you, because MATIM is insipired on this game. So - you can do cute things, BUT YOU CAN ALSO TURN YOUR DRAWING INTO HORROR!!
THE MOST IMMPORTANT RULES - if you do your drawing, tag me. If I reblog that means I saw it!!
Easy rules? Easy!!
The days will be on monday, WITH CHARACTERS THAT ARE IN MEOW AND THE INK MACHINE!!! On monday the challenge also starts!!!
You can't do 20 of them? Well, don't be ashamed! I will be VERY VERY VERY VERY happy if you at least do one!! I'm not very popular, and that you join would means to me that you appreciate hard work I do!!
MATIM was my own fangame of Bendy, but I do it more original, so I can pround say - this is ONLY INSPIRED ON BENDY
Characters, story - it's all by me!!
MATIM was created when I had 8 years
That means I couldn't be yet that creative to even make original name :/
But now, when I'm some kind of "teen", I don't want to change it anymore.
My young me created it, work on it a lot
So why should I change it? :3
Yes, so cartoon about Meow and her friends was in TV in 1935
Meow is a black kitten that lives in Mango Town. Her friends are: Bone, Mangle and Raven - main characters of the cartoon!
1967 - The year of Meow and the Ink Machine happening
After accident Susan Coral come back to the studio, where she disscovered, that is not the same anymore
1972 - Meow and the Forgotten Memories. Something like BATDR but in Meow version. Of course story and characters - me.
When creating MATIM I also LOVED FNAF. For real. So I added characters I liked!
Mangle and Lolbit are from FNAF, but since I don't want to look like I copy - I'm thinking about delleting Lolbit and change Mangle look and name
Catmint is an animatronic, I was just inspired on FNAF while making her
As I said - I make MATIM when I was 8
Now when I'm older I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE IT, EVEN IF IT LOOK LIKE I JUST COPY WHOLE GAME, OKAY??
So... I will be very EXCITED if you join! Even if you make it in Picrew, I will feel like someone really see how hard I work :)
I don't force you
Just ask - can you please reblog?
Thank you for reading friend <3
The days, characters and start of challenge - ON MONDAY (18 september)
Rules: Go to pinterest and type in “[your name] core aesthetic” and create a moodboard using the first nine images. No need to reveal what your name actually is.
I tag: @thesapphireprincess @femefetalelevelingup @h0listic-heartthrob @opal-angel @memoirsofmimimango @urtoospoiled
Yeehaw Lookbook Challenge by @leavemetoplaythesims
I was tagged by @hushthots Thank you.
Rules: the rules are there are no rules, just make a lil lookbook with the sim of your choosing, but i do expect a lot of hats and boots ;). you can choose to go historic or more modern, it’s all up to you baby! and don’t forget to have fun!! that’s what’s the most important. literally just do whatever you want as long as you somehow stick to the theme yeehaw aka wild western/country and i’ll be very happy.
I tag @simvicii @wesunnysimmer @oliveandoak @ayshio @simblrana @simsfreaks @mellindi @lunesim @softpine
Anyone can feel free to ignore or if you don’t feel like doing it,
Warnings: Angst, break ups, compulsion, that’s about it.
Author’s Note: So this is for @thatfanficstuff‘s 1500 Challenge. This is the fist challenge I’ve done so I’m pretty excited about it that I did this instead of writing things I should have. But I love how this came out! The prompt I picked out was the song prompt Unkiss Me by Maroon 5. I legit had the song on repeat the whole time I wrote it and if you guys want to, you can listen to it as you read this. The lyrics are italicized. We’re going back to season 3 timeline for this one, lovelies. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing this!
The first time Y/N had actually noticed that things were changing, she tried telling herself that Damon was only trying to make sure that his mistake had been corrected. A mistake that he had made in anger with a possibility of a friend dying. But it was right there in front of her.
It had been the morning after Klaus had broken his curse. Y/N had stayed behind with Jeremy and Alaric in the abandoned house while everyone else went along with the plan. Just like Jeremy and Alaric, Y/N was waiting for any kind of news that it all worked out in their favor.
That was when Damon had walked in carrying Elena and placed her on the couch. It was the way he stayed by her side, running his hand through Elena’s hair and saying that he’d kill her himself if she came back as a vampire had caused a few thoughts to implant into Y/N’s mind as she watched from the other side of the room.
The second time had been just a day later when Damon had began to feel the effects of Tyler’s bite. While Stefan was out trying to get Klaus to give up a cure, it was Y/N and Elena that had stayed with Damon. But when the hallucinations had began and he had called out to Elena, a pang of pain filled her heart. Even when he had escaped and practically attached himself to Elena, she tried telling herself it was because he was seeing Katherine. But with the events that followed hours after and even more events that happened in the months to follow had began to change her mind.
No matter how many times Damon had came home to her, kissed her, loved and touched her, it was slowly becoming foreign to her. There was a difference in the way he did things. And for a time or two, sex had been different that left Y/N believing Damon had been picturing someone else.
The lingering touches she had been so used to had stopped, the intensity of their kisses had changed. With each passing day, Y/N had believed she had been the only one to notice the changes between the two.
If you respect me
Don't protect me
You can tell me
I can handle it
Stop pretending
Cause we're going down
Tonight it had been at its worse and Y/N couldn’t ignore it anymore. She and Damon had left Mystic Falls to help Katherine in search of Mikael. It was supposed to give the two of them time away from the others for a bit. And while they had been several hundred miles from town, plans quickly changed the second he got a text message from Bonnie.
Now Y/N had been standing in the living room of the Salvatore Boarding House. Her Y/E/C eyes stared into the bright fire that had been heating up the room. It was later into the night and she had believed she had been the only one up. At least that had been until Damon walked into the room.
“Can’t sleep?” He asked as his eyes landed on her.
She shook her head, keeping her eyes on the fire in front of her. “I haven’t even tried to be honest.”
“How about a drink?” He asked as he made his way over to the side table. Popping off the lid of one of the crystal bottles, he began to pour himself a glass. The sound of ice swirling in the glass had caught his attention causing him to look towards Y/N who had just lifted the glass to her lips, finishing off the liquid it contained.
“A refill wouldn’t hurt.” She said as she turned away from watching the fire and walked over to him. Holding out the glass to him, Damon refilled it before putting the bottle back in its place. Y/N made her way over to the couch as she took a drink.
“Stefan is home.” Damon said wanting Y/N to know. “Though something tells me his stay isn’t going to be what we are used to.” There was annoyance in his voice that Y/N had been able to pick up immediately.
“Is he still compelled by Klaus?” She asked as she took a seat closest to the fireplace.
Damon nodded as he took a drink from his glass. “Not only that but he’s flipped his switch. Which is going to cause more trouble than we already have. The sooner Katherine can wake Mikael the sooner this will all be over with.”
Y/N looked down at the glass in her hands. It was while she was sitting there in that very second she had realized she was starting to see a stranger in front of her. "How long have you known?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. But the words had sounded clear to his hearing.
"Known what?" He asked looking over at her confused.
"That you’re in love Elena." Her words had caused him to stiffen slightly. Out of everything he had been expecting her to say, that had been one of the last things he thought she would ask.
Damon had still been trying to sort through what he was feeling. For as long as he had been with Y/N she had always been everything he had believed he needed. She could handle the darker parts of him without wanting to change him. She never backed down when others would have ran in the other direction without looking back.
Y/N may have been human for the time being but eventually Damon would be the one to turn her. It had been something they had talked about from time to time and Damon agreed that once the time was right, he would do it for her.
“I don’t know how I feel.” He said with a slight nod. “I wanted to figure them out before I said or did anything.”
“You could have told me.” Y/N said as she ran her hand through her hair.
“And say what?” He asked with a raised brow as he began walking towards her. “‘Y/N, I believe I’m beginning to have feelings about a woman I can’t have.’ That’s definitely a conversation I’d love to have.”
“It would have been better than you pretending that you don’t have them.” She shook her head slightly.
"What do you want me to say?" He asked as he took a seat next to her.
I lied to my heart
Cause I thought you felt it
You can't light a fire
If the candle's melted
No, you don't have to love me
If you don't wanna
"I just want you to be honest with me." She said looking up at him. "Cause for the last few months I've been trying to convince myself that we are okay. That you helping her as you have was all for your brother. But then I see how you look at her and how you care for her. I know at this point I'm just lying to myself that things haven't changed between us."
"Y/N, nothing has changed between us." He said shaking his head as he reached over and grabbed a hold of her hand. "I'm doing my best to help Elena while Stefan is being Klaus’ right hand man."
The words should have held some comfort to her but they didn't. She sighed softly as she looked him in the eye. "There used to be a time where you looked at me like you look at her sometimes. Where you would have jumped in front of a bullet for me. But seeing you with her tonight, I know that’s changed. That you’ll put her before me.”
Her words had caused Damon’s shoulder’s to slump forward. He knew exactly what she had been talking about. It was the way he had dropped everything while they had been on the road with Katherine and left to help Elena. It was also in the way that he had promised Elena that he would never leave her again. Y/N had been standing there and Damon had said it so easily. To promise something to Elena while breaking a promise to Y/N in the same sentence.
“I never meant for this to happen.” He said honestly. He knew there were things he should have mentioned as they were happening to Y/N. “It was supposed to be the two of us and them.”
“I know.” She said with a nod as she squeezed his hand slightly. Even though she had known he was telling the truth it didn’t stop the tears from starting to build up in her eyes. She tried blinking them away but they continued to fill. “But things change, even when one of us doesn’t want them to.”
Oh, If I wait here
If I see you
It won't matter
What's the point of this?
We're in pieces
Because you're over us
Seeing a few stray tears fall, Damon lifted his hand up to her face, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “Where does this put us?”
As much as Damon was mentally kicking himself in the ass for the hurting the woman he had loved for the last several years, he realized -just as she had- that things between them were now over. Now every part of him was hoping that she would actually stick around.
“I think we both know the answer to that one.” She said giving him a sad smile. “As much as I would love to stay here and help you with whatever it was you needed, I don’t think I can sit by and watch you fall more in love with her.”
Damon nodded his head, but said nothing. His eyes moved from her and down to their hands. He wanted to be selfish. He wanted Y/N to stay put. The woman had been by his side for years that he had forgotten what it was like when she wasn’t there. But this was her choice and it was something he understood.
“I can’t convince you to stay, can I?” He asked as he looked back at her.
She shook her head. “You love her, Damon. I could stick around but then things would get awkward. I’d be here watching as you love someone who wants your brother. What happens when all is said and done and she stays with him? You’ll still love her and do anything to stay near her, leaving me on the outs. Or hell if there is that possibility that you two get together, it’s going to make things awkward between us. And I don’t do-”
“You don’t do awkward.” He finished for her with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips for only a second.
She nodded. “There is no point in me staying. I would just get in the way of things.”
Damon sighed before taking another drink from his glass, finishing it off and setting it on the coffee table in front of him. He knew that this had been the end of it all. “If there is anything you ever need, you know I’m only a phone call away.”
Y/N bit down on her lip at his words. She thought for a moment before giving him a small smile. “Do you remember the promise you made me that weekend in New York?”
Unkiss me, untouch me
Untake this heart
And I'm missing
Just one thing
A brand new start
Damon thought back to the weekend, trying to remember that particular promise she had mentioned. The moment he figured it out, his eyes widened slightly. “No.” He said shaking his head. “I’m not doing that.”
“You said if there was anything I needed.” She said wanting him to understand. “I need this.”
“No.” He said shaking his head as he stood up from his spot.
Y/N stood up a second after he did, placing her own glass on the coffee table. She took a step closer to him and placed her hand on his cheek. “You promised.”
“You’re asking me to compel it all away from you.” He said as his brows furrowed. “Every moment, every kiss and every touch, you are asking me to erase it. How is that fair to either of us?”
Y/N sighed softly as she looked up at him. “I can see how it isn’t fair for you. To still have all the memories while I don’t remember any of it. But in a handful of years, I’ll be from a chapter in your life that you’ve moved on from.”
“I made that promise thinking I would never have to actually keep it.” He said looking down at her.
“But it's a promise nonetheless.” She said not wanting to take his no for an answer. “And we’ve always kept our promises to each other.”
Except for the one he had broken today, they had. While Damon had promised Y/N that once he had been able to bring Stefan back home without the influence of Klaus, they would move on from Mystic Falls. His promise to Elena of never leaving her again had ensured that Damon would stay wherever Elena was. Knowing Elena, she would stick to her hometown for as long as she could.
Damon closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against hers. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” He was hoping she would change her mind. “It’s a hell of a lot better to know than to have it all taken away.”
“I need a fresh start.” She said with a sigh. “Plus if you decide that you need a weekend from all of this, you can always come find me. I’ll show you the perfect place to party.”
That had caused Damon to laugh and take a step back from her. She had practically recited some of the first words she had said to him. “I’ll hold you to that.”
She smiled up at him. “You take care of yourself.” She said as she ran her hand through his hair. “And make sure to kick Stefan’s ass for me when he finally gets himself back in order.”
“I promise.” He said as he leaned into her touch. “I’m gonna miss having you around.”
“Something tells me you’ll find a way to fill whatever void I leave behind.” Knowing Damon like she did, he’d manage without her. It was always the other way around that had her worried. Taking a deep breath, she nodded her head. “I’m ready.”
I’m not. He wanted to say as he lifted his hand up to run it along her cheek. But he wasn’t going to fight her on this. He had fought for a lot of things, but Y/N had been right. He stopped fighting for her and instead started doing so for Elena. This was the least he could do for her.
Piercing blue eyes meet Y/E/C ones. “You’re going to forget all about me once you walk out those doors and you’ll go home.” He said as he began to compel her. “You’re going to forget everything that we’ve done together. Every feeling, every moment we shared, it never happened. You traveled the country during your time away, getting lost in the best way possible. Every supernatural creature you’ve met doesn’t exist. They are merely stories in books. ” He sighed softly. “When you get back home, you are going to have the best life you can possibly have. You’ll get everything you ever wanted out of life.” Looking away, Damon took a step back from her. Y/N blinked a few times as the compulsion settled with in her.
“Thank you.” Y/N said giving him one last smile.
Damon nodded his head as he returned the smile. “Come on, I’ll help you pack. Then I’ll let you go.”
My take on a Tony Stark x Reader fic for @barnesrogersvstheworld shot through the heart challenge.
The Prompt was “Will you just give me a hug and a kiss and say goodbye to me?” “No, not goodbye!” and I imagined it as a fluffy little piece but my imagination had other things in mind while I wrote it...
Trigger warnings: pragnancy, panic attack and a near character death
(I entered the challenge under my main blogs name and just posted it from my ff-blog)
You pull your jacket around yourself to wrap you up as warmly as you humanly can. Standing outside on top of a mile high tower in the middle of the night, in New York in freezing Winter Weather was definitely not a good Idea. But unfortunately evil masterminds and Alien-Bastards are not very considerate when it comes to your love of sleep and your distaste for everything cold. Still not even the coldest of Blizzards or any Storm made by Stormella herself could have not stopped you from standing right here on the platform of the Stark Tower.
You turn around as you hear the oh so familiar noises of the floor opening up and Tony walking out of the tower into his suit. You bite your lower lip as he walks into your direction, assembling the suit on himself. You could not lie and say you were not a huge fan of the suit, in fact you loved and it made you feel very much exited but yet very afraid at the same time. You knew how reckless and selfless Tony was and you loved him for it but whenever he put on the suit and went off to save the world you just could not help but feel like one of his Iron Gloves is clenching around your heart making it ache for the lightness you feel whenever you were with Tony.
He stopped before you, dressed in the suit, the visor still being open. He lifts his hand to cup your cheek and you know that you should feel colder, that the normal reaction to being touched with Iron in freezing 23 degree weather would be to shrink away from it but all you feel is warmth spreading through your body. Tony pulls your lip out from under your teeth and gives you one of his sweet and gentle small smiles he has reserved just for you. You step a little closer to him, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tight. He kisses the crown of your head and after squeezing you tightly lets go.
“Get inside Princess you’ll freeze out here” you just shrug and look deep into his eyes. You know he has to go, you know the world needs him and that he needs this to prove to himself, that he is the amazing man you knew him to be. But still you could not help the sudden tightness in your chest, the need to protect this precious man in front of you, the wish to lock the two of you away and throw out the key.
Still you throw him a little smile and straighten your back
“Goodbye Mr. Stark!” You say with a twinkle in your eyes, the sendoff a cute little inside joke between the two of you. The last remaining piece of that time when you were still his assistant, when you had just met him and desperately tried to keep your cool around him, not showing how much you had fallen in love with him.
With a little peek on you lips and a wink the visor shuts close and he flies off into the night, leaving you on top of the tower staring into the sky until you cannot tell if the glowing is his suit or just another star.
Once back inside you walk into the kitchen to get a cup of tea and sit down on the large sofa, cuddling yourself into your favorite corner, hypnotized by the cracking of the flames you are staring into, your thoughts drifting to the man that took your heart away with him.
You could not recall when you fell asleep or if you even did. All you remember now is Steve looking at you pity in his eyes.
“Doll, you need to come with me” you recognize the seriousness in his tone, remembering how you always taunted him with his “Captain America Voice” never being able to imagine, that your playful, silly, funny best friend would ever use it to address you.
“What happened” you choke out between ragged breaths, trying to silence the voice in your head that screams your worst fear over and over again
“Its Tony doll, he…” you cannot let him finish this sentence; you cannot bear to hear it out loud. Instead you turn around and run. You do not stop until you arrive down in the Med-Bay, frantically yelling his name, needing to see him with your own eyes. You feel the panic raise in your body, the way you lungs are clenching, the way your heart aches, the way your vision blurs with unshed tears. Finally you see him. He is in a room on a cold table; you can see the blood, so much blood.
God you wish the screaming would stop. Why is anybody screaming? If anybody had a reason to scream it is you. You claw at the arms that are wrapped around your torso, pulling you away from the window in front of the OR. You kick and scratch, trying to get loose, trying to get into that room but you do not stand a chance against your super-soldier best friend. You feel yourself being put down on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs, Steve’s strong hands on your shoulders refusing to let you get up.
“Doll, you need to stop screaming!” It takes you a while to process what he was saying. You were not screaming right? You suddenly feel your mind being pulled back into reality. Your throat sore from screaming, your muscles hurting from trying to fight Steve, your knuckles bleeding from banging on windows and doors your eyes burning from crying. You can feel your muscles going slack and Steve’s hands gliding down your arms, taking your hand in his. As your vision clears you can see him kneeling before you, worry etched onto his face.
“No” is all you can get out before you collapse into your best friends arms. You do not know how many time passes where you are crouched onto Steve’s lap, crying into his suit. You can not tell when he lifted you up and sat both of you down into the same chair he put you in earlier. All you can tell is that this is where you wake up when you feel a hand shaking your shoulder.
Sitting up straight you look into Dr. Cho’s face
“Is he going to be okay?” You silently plead her to say yes, knowing that you could not handle any different answer. She looks at you sympathetically as she takes a seat next to you.
“I am not going to lie. It was very touch and go for a while and I honestly thought that we would loose Mr. Stark but he made it out of surgery. I know that this is not the answer that you wanted or hoped for but it is a good start and we need to hope for the best okay?! Right now we will have to make sure that he makes it through the night and I am sure things will look better tomorrow.” You try to hold back the tears, trying to be strong but still your voice is shaky as you ask her if you can see him. She takes you to his room and you have a fresh wave of tears cascading down your face as you look at him all pale and shaken up like that. It s hard for you to see him like that. Tony was your rock. Your safe harbor, the one who was always strong for you, always watching out for you, caring for you, making you feel safe. You slowly take step after step as you inch closer to the hospital bed, perching yourself on the mattress, your finger following the oh so familiar line of his jaw line before you wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his chest, not knowing how there could still be tears coming out of your tired eyes, sure that you should be all cried out by now.
“Doll come on. You need to get out of here. Go take a shower, sleep in areal bed for once and have something to eat. Rhodey and I will stay with him. You have not left this room in a week. This is not healthy! Tony would want you to take care of yourself” you shoot Steve an angry glare. How dare he, how dare he tell you what Tony wanted? He could not have known.
“Get out!” You turn yourself around so you don’t have to look at your best friend anymore. You can hear him stepping closer to you and the rational part of your brain knows that he is trying to help. That he is trying to look out for you but the emotional part can’t accept that, it can’t accept this kind of care from anyone but Tony right now.
“I said get the fuck out Rogers!” You yell in frustration and take the nearest thing to you, a glass of water, and throw it against the wall, letting all the anger and frustration out. But as quickly as your rage build it leaves your body again leaving you an empty tired shell. You crouch yourself down, your back hitting the wall and let your head fall on your knees, your arms trying to hold you together as you feel like you are loosing yourself. You can hear Steve sight before he sits down next to you and pulls you into his arms, lending you a shoulder to cry on as he has done countless time in the week since Tony’s failed mission.
“I know doll. I know. But you know as well as I do that he would not want you to waste away here. He would want you to take care of yourself. And he would kick our ass if we let you stay in this room the entire time..” You let out a sarcastic laugh
“What Tony would have wanted was to come back from this mission without nearly dying. He would have wanted to come home, have a drink and lock himself away in his lab. He would have wanted to go to that science fair thing from Peter and he would have wanted to drag me along and he would have wanted to dissect everything into the smallest details although he knew that I do not understand a single word but that I am listening as if he was preaching the secret to eternal life just because I love seeing him so happy and carefree. He would have wanted to take me and Peter out for Dinner afterwards and although he would never say it he would be bursting of pride for that boy. He would have wanted to throw that stupid Pre-Christmas Party and he would have wanted to fly to Paris with me for Christmas like we planned and he would have wanted to spent New Years with me in the Alps. And he definitely would have wanted a Girlfriend that cared more than to see him off with “Goodbye Mr. Stark”. There is so much I could have said. So much I wanted to say. So much I needed to say but thought I had a lifetime to tell him. So I went with “Goodbye Mr. Stark” like it was some cheeky, flirty funny way of seeing him off but now if he dies the last thing I ever said to him was “Goodbye Mr. Stark” not “I love you” not “be careful” not “hey you are going to be a daddy” no it was fucking “Goodbye Mr. Stark!”
You are crying hysterically at this point not realizing that Steve is looking at you with a small little smile on his face.
“You are pregnant?” You only now realized what you have just said and you nod your head a mirroring smile on your face.
“I have not told him yet. I wanted to do that when he got back. Had it all planned out in my head, was gonna do it in Paris on Christmas Eve. I already bought the Tiffany’s Teddy Bear and wrote for our little Princess on the Gift-Tag. Why did I wait Steve?”
Before Steve could give you some encouraging words that it was not our fault and that there was no way that you could have known you hear a sore voice
“That sounds beautiful” your breath stocks and you start to shiver. You can’t believe it. You jump out of Steve’s arms and run up to the bed making sure you have not imagined it.
“Oh my God, Tony” you whisper before you collapse into his arms.
“Hey baby girl. Sorry I missed Breakfast” he lifts his left hand and stokes your hair, pressing small kisses to the crown of your head. With a chuckle you lift your head from his chest and look into his eyes
“I love you so much. Don’t ever leave me!” God how much you missed kissing him. The kiss starts out slowly and full of meaning but you can not hide how much you missed him, missed tasting him, missed touching him and you do not know how far you would have taken this if it was not for Dr. Cho coming in with Steve , Rhodey and Peter in tow.
Rhodey and Peter rush to Tony’s side, checking in on him and telling him how happy they are that he is awake. As Peter starts to excitedly chat about everything that Toy has missed and how amazing his science fair was Rhodey pulls him out of the room promising to bring you back your favorite drink from Starbucks.
Dr. Cho gives Tony the once over and announces that he seems to be making good progress and that she expects him to make a full recovery. Once she has left the room Tony pulls you down onto the bed with him, pulling into his side, afraid of letting you go. His hand wanders onto your stomach, slowly drawing circles onto your skin.
“Is it real?” He whispers and you lean your head up to give him a sweet kiss on the lips.
“Yes!” You both look at each other soft smiles grazing your faces before another lingering kiss is pressed to your lips.
Once again you find yourself on top of Stark Tower. A light breeze flowing around your body, hands gently laid on your swollen body. You take a deep breath, inhaling the clean summer air. Closing your eyes, taking in the smell of the city you learned to call home. You open your eyes and turn around as you hear the familiar sounds of Tony stepping onto the Platform, the suit assembling itself around his body. You feel the tears in your eyes. This is the first time Tony will leave for a mission since he made a full recovery and you can not help but panic.
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, your head resting on his chest, one of his hands resting on your belly, the other stroking your hair.
“Do you have to leave?” You whisper already knowing the answer but hoping that maybe he will change his mind.
“You know that I have to baby girl!” You nod your head as you try to stay strong. Try to keep it together but the worry is clearly showing in the way you cling to him, scared of letting him go. You stay like that for a little while, wrapped up in each others arms. But eventually Tony wrapped himself out of your arms and kisses you longingly.
“I gotta go baby girl” You whimper and cling to him, the memory of the day he nearly dies still to fresh in your memory.
“Hey” he lifts your head p, pulling on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes “I am going to be okay!” You shake your head
“But what if you are not? What if the baby decides to come early? What if you are not here when our daughter is born?” He presses a light kiss to the tip of your nose, not trying to fight the little smiles that always appears when someone is talking about your baby
“I promise I will be here when she is born. I promise I’ll be home safe, okay? Now will you just give me a hug anda kiss and say goodbye to me?” You know that he is using his humor as a shield, that he is trying to make the departure easier for the both of you but you can not help the panic rising in your chest as the memory of how much you regretted not telling him so many things when he nearly died
“No. Not Goodbye, never Goodbye. I will say that I love you and that I want you to be careful and to take care and to come back to me and our little girl but I will never say goodbye to you ever again.”
And with one last kiss, so deep that it lets you standing there, wanting more he is flying out into the nightly sky.
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