so i just wanted to point out how Gran Torino very casually calls out to Izuku like it’s no big deal
and Izuku replies with the same sort of familiarity, with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever
and Sir Nighteye is looking at the two very contemplatively
i really hope that Gran Torino and Nighteye have a convo with each other about Izuku in the future, and hopefully that’ll change Nighteye’s opinion of if Izuku is really worthy of OFA and All Might’s legacy
So I’m running my game as usual, and for this session, the party was mugged on the side of the road and had to chase the thieves into a thick forest to their hidden fortress. After a long period of nothing but falling into pitfall traps around the perimeter and finally breaking into the walls of the fortress without being caught. My paladin, in an angry huff, goes over to the front door, but after rolling a perception check, realizes it’s painted on:
“I roll to lick the painting.”
“I’m gonna roll to lick the painting. (Rolls) I got a 3, what happens?”
“You lick the painting. It tastes of forest berries…”
“You become severely intoxicated.”
At that point, our paladin, in a woozy rage, breaks a window, climbs through it, tromps on to the mess hall where the thieves are celebrating their newest haul. With absolutely no hesitation, he busts through the door (FILLED WITH 37 THEIVES AND THE TWO MAIN BOSSES) and yells “I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!”
Of course a fight ensues with the party in tow, our rogue ends up beheading one of the bosses. At the conclusion of the fight, our (still slightly intoxicated) paladin grabs the bleeding severed head and *SHOVES IT INTO HER HUSBAND’S (the other boss’s) FACE*, Screaming “IT’S YOUR FAULT THIS HAPPENED, NOW REPENT, O SINNER!”
She was lying face down on his carpet so he was
left to interpret the muffled “yrsfh”.
She hadn’t said no to him yet so he gave in to precedence.
“Does Chat Noir know?”
Marinette didn’t answer him right away so he
leaned over the side of the couch to look down at her. She turned her face so it was no longer
buried in his rug and one very blue, very wary eye peeked up at him.
“No,” She whispered. “No one was supposed to know.”
It had been like this for an hour now.
She seemed to still be coming out of shock. After all, it wasn’t every day your classmate
stumbles upon your biggest secret.
Adrien wished, not for the first time, that he had chosen any other
alley, if only to spare her whatever she was feeling right now.
“I’m sorry,” He said, again.
She turned her face back into the carpet. “Snrt yr fawl.”
And, really, it wasn’t.
Not when he considered the increase in akuma
attacks over the past few months or the fact that he and Marinette had been
circling each other for over a year. In
fact, Adrien was surprised that they hadn’t stumbled upon each other
It really was obvious now that he knew.
Of course Ladybug was Marinette. There
was no one else in Paris like her.
And if, after the warm, pink light faded, her
startled eyes met his with anything but absolute despair he wouldn’t have hesitated pulling her to him.
As it was, he had still been reeling from the
gunshock that was watching his beautiful classmate (had she really been so close) transform into his beautiful partner,
when she crumpled in on herself shaking no,
no, no, no.
And when Adrien finally did realize what was happening and started to move forward she was
already up, fragile and broken and strong.
“Don’t say a word.”
Caught in the steel of her eyes he could only nod
before she threw her yoyo up and out, vanishing from the alleyway.
Summary: Imagine your best friend, and love of your life, Bill is getting married to another woman and asks for your help in the preparations of the wedding, which ends up with you being the bridesmaid too. You have plans for once the wedding day is over, but what Bill confesses to you changes everything. (Happy Ending)
When imagining planning and going to your best friend’s wedding you always thought you’d be smiling as bright as you could while watching them about to start their life with their significant other. Hearing them exchange vows would make you tear up because of pure happiness and when it came to you making a small speech for them or simply proposing and congratulating them you’d be able to share their own bliss. You’d feel a small pang at having to say a small goodbye but you knew it wouldn’t be the end so it would all be more sweet than bitter. But then again you had never imagined that said best friend would be the love of your life, had you?
And so this day, which you had imagined sometimes, was completely different for you.
You had seen it coming, you had practically seen him fall in love with her and you had tried to keep the smile on your face mostly for him. You had endured it plenty of times before, with both the serious and non-serious relationships of his. You were the best friend, the wing-woman, it was bound to happen, much like you falling in love with Bill, but you had never thought it would turn out to be so hard for you. Just like your feelings for him. He always said you were the most important woman of all to him, the one he would never abandon and you were partially glad about it because he not once had made you feel replaced. But the thing was that your heart no longer ached to be just a friend to him, and watching him feel things for other women that he didn’t for you was a nightmare coming true.
To say it felt like a ton of bricks had been dumped on you would be a huge understatement when Bill, said best friend and love of your life, had not only said he proposed to his girlfriend but she had also said yes. Of course she had, you would have as well in her place, but for a completely different reason. You knew Bill in ways she didn’t and you loved him for more reasons that weren’t this obvious and were more true, but she once more obviously had no idea about. You loved him for him, all of him. And that was the only reason why you made yourself endure this as well, it wasn’t as if you could change it. He was happy, you couldn’t take that away from him when that’s what you always wished for him.
“Everything looks so great, (Y/n), my brother is so lucky to have you in his life.” Alexander breathed out as he took a look around him “He’s be so lost without you.”
Since I see a lot of posts and people talk about the mature, dignified and serious things Rhodey does, I’m here to list the dorky things he does. To tell you how much of a big dork my man James is.
1. He sees his friend blow up an F22 and becomes excited, of course asking for new jets but also frickin EXCITED because the suit looked so cool.
2. He swallows a swear when kids are around and makes it into the weirdest word possible.
3. He talks to his suit. He talks to armoured suits.
4. He loves saying Boom! and also making things go boom.
5. He has weekend brunch with his best friend and says he misses him too.
6. He loves being the big gun and having the big gun, bivkering about it with his favourite dork in a frickin garden.
7. He loves his own jokes and stories.
8. When he gets drunk, he gets extra affectionate about his best friend and demands attention only for himself.
9. He talks to his targets , even if they cannot hear him, before he hits them.
10. He talks to his AI.
11. He holds entire conversations with his favourite dork during a congressional meeting just through eyes.
12. He hides his grin when his favourite dork gets sassy.
13. He takes the name that test groups approved but when he gets the name he had found cooler before, he makes it his frickin password. In all caps. And asserts that it rox.
14. He is an absolute dork when he saves someone and tries to tell them that they’re saved.
15. He cockblocks his favourite dork and compares his long time awaited kiss to a gorilla’s.
16. Did I mention LOVES making things go boom.
17. He has one liners for every situation.
18. He absolutely does not cringe to the worst nicknames possible and almost pouts when he’s mad at his favourite dork.
19. He grins at the worst jokes if his favourite people make it.
20. He has absolutely no shame or hesitation to be himself and live with his favourite dork, bickering and teasing like an old married couple.
Hi! Are you taking prompts right now? If not, super sorry to bother you! But if you are, do you think you could write some fluffy nurseydex? I've been having a bad day and could use a pick me up. Thanks either way!
Hi! Could you maybe write a nurseydex comfort?? I’m a bit down rn, people keep bashing my hockey team just because we won
“I almost cried in front of three different advisors today,” Dex huffs, sitting down on the edge of his bed.
“Oh - um,” Nursey chokes out. He’s a little caught off guard - he certainly wasn’t expecting that response when he asked Dex how his day went.
“I didn’t actually cry,” Dex shrugs, as if that makes it better, “Thought about it, though.”
Nursey doesn’t know if he’s supposed to press for more information or let Dex be. They’ve been dating for a month, he’s still trying to feel their relationship out. He waits a beat, and when Dex doesn’t elaborate at all he can’t help himself from asking, “Why?”
i love the expressions in this little scene so much let me tell you
i love how ford just runs over to them with wide open arms and that stupid grin on his face like just look at how happy he is to see them and how happy they are that he’s unfrozen
and then when he picks them up they’re just kind of startled because it’s so sudden and he’s never really done anything like that before
they’re so happy he’s safe and he’s so happy they’re safe
then he sees fiddleford and he gets really tense and the look on his face is just so vulnerable and guilty
and dipper and mabel are just really worried because they haven’t told ford anything about mcgucket and they have no idea how this is gonna go
just look at how defeated ford is here. he’s completely convinced that fiddleford hates him. meanwhile dipper and mabel just want everyone to be happy
and you can see the regret on fiddleford’s face when he says “i’ve tried forgettin’…” like ford’s not the only one who made mistakes mcgucket definitely feels guilty too
but he’s just so overjoyed to have his friend back
look at this pure old man
and then fiddleford puts his arms out and the look on ford’s face just kills me. he just absolutely cannot believe that he is forgiven and his friend is so willing to trust him again and put the past behind him
and he just steps forward with absolutely no hesitation because he’s thrilled that he’s forgiven but ends up going for a handshake first because “why would he want to hug me i ruined his life” and he’s still in slight disbelief and he’s just so shocked by such a kind gesture
then he realizes it’s a hug and he’s just
so excited because he hasn’t receiveda hug in so long and he’s so happy
look at how grateful he is that fiddleford forgives him and how glad he is to have such a great friend
dipper and mabel are so happy to see them make up look at their precious faces
in conclusion this is a great scene and i’m so happy that they’re all happy
Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
A/N: I think this fic is coming to an enddddddd. Also how have you been? Are you well rested? How was your day? How’s school going? How’s your job? I care about you guys, man.
Steve breathed in, opening his eyes and looking at his - very stupid - best friend. He tried very calmly to process all of the information Bucky had just thrown at him all at once.
“So let me get this straight,” he spoke in a soft tone. “You’re dating Natasha at the moment.” Bucky nods. “And all of a sudden you like Y/N?”
Bucky let out a deep sigh. “When you say it like that, it sounds bad. ‘All of asudden’.” he mocked.
“I’m just trying to understand how one minute you’re happy with Nat and the next you want to be with Y/N.”
“It wasn’t like that.” Steve gave his friend a confused look, causing the brunette to continue. “I think it was a long time coming. At one point in time I had a small crush on Y/N but never did anything about it. I thought she just saw me as her friend so I pushed aside my feelings for her. I didn’t want to lose the friendship I had with her. Then Nat came around and she made me forget about my feelings for Y/N, even if it was only for a few hours.”
“So you’re using Natasha.” Steve stated.
“Don’t say it like that!” Bucky hissed, shoving Steve’s shoulder. “But yeah, I guess I am. I never really got over Y/N. The feelings I have for her just lingered in the back of my mind and I tried my best to distract myself from them.”
“Bucky.” Steve groaned. “Why?”
“Why string Natasha along all this time! What has she done to deserve this?”
Bucky sighed. “I forced myself to believe that I liked her in that way. She’s a great person and not gonna lie, the make out sessions were amazing. And don’t get me started on the-”
Steve cleared his throat, bringing his best friend back to reality. Bucky muttered an apology and ran his fingers through his hair.
“You have to sort this shit out, Bucky.” he sighed. “What are you gonna do?”
“I have to talk to Nat first, tell her I’m sorry for everything. I hope I didn’t ruin her friendship with Y/N.” the super soldier responds.
“You royally fucked up my friend.”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yeah thanks for reminding me.”
Bucky thinks back to all the times he’s hung out with you. How much he loved watching movies with you because no matter what, your fingers would always find their way to his hair. He loved calling you baby doll, seeing your cheeks tint pink and holding back a grin but ultimately failing at doing so.
There was a reason he always reminded you of how beautiful you looked because to him, you looked beautiful all the time. In his head, he knew no one could take you from him. He knew he couldn’t be replaced and he knew you couldn’t be replaced - by anyone.
So why had he tried replacing you with Natasha?
Too much thinking made his brain hurt and he let out a whimper. “Tell me how bad I’ve messed up again.”
“You’ve messed up so bad, Nat might cut your balls off and hang them on her wall.” Steve wasted no time. It’s like he was waiting for this moment to come because there was absolutely no hesitation. “You’ve messed up so bad that Y/N might reject you because you hurt her best friend.” Bucky huffed. “You’ve messed up so bad that-”
“Alright, alright, I get it you asshole.” Bucky barked, throwing a pillow Steve’s way. It hit his face and fell onto his lap.
“So you choose Y/N?” Steve questioned to confirm.
“Yeah.” he nods. “I hate to say it but Nat was just a distraction.”
“How long was it going on before you told us?”
“It wasn’t even serious, Steve!” Bucky held his hands up to protect himself from the pillow being thrown at him. “What we had was a fling. All we would do was talk and fuck. That’s it. We didn’t actually start dating until the night we told all of you. We talked about it a couple of hours before dinner.”
“That doesn’t make it okay!”
“I know, I know.” he stands up. “I have to go find Nat and talk to her.”
But before Bucky could walk away, Steve grabbed his arm. “Now might not be the best time to talk to her. She’s in Y/N’s room with her and Wanda. They’re having ‘girl time’. Whatever that means.”
“How do you know that?”
“I bumped into them, taking cookies and other things into the room but before I could ask what they were doing, Wanda said they’re having girl time and not to bother them for the rest of the day.”
Bucky sat down slowly. You and Natasha were going to be in a room. Together. It had only been three days since Nat accused Bucky of liking Y/N and after many, many talks with his friends (much like the one he just had with Steve), Bucky finally figured out his feelings. For both Natasha and Y/N.
He hoped Nat didn’t say anything about their little argument to Y/N. He wanted to talk to her first. Bucky sat back on the couch and looked over at his friend.
“Why does the universe hate me?”
“We haven’t done this in so long.” Natasha sighed as the three of you sat in your room. Nat was painting Wanda’s toes and you were laying down beside them, flipping through a magazine.
“Yeah..” you hummed. You weren’t about to tell her that the reason you’ve been distancing yourself from her was because you were madly in love with her boyfriend and that seeing them together felt like someone was stabbing you directly in the heart with ten knives all at once.
“How’d you detach Pietro from Y/N?” Nat asks Wanda who was munching on a cookie.
“I told Sam to occupy him for the day.” she replied.
“It couldn’t have been that easy. This is Sam we’re talking bout.”
“I have to do his laundry for two weeks.”
You snort as you flip the page. “That’s the Sam I know and love.”
“Speaking of love..” Nat trails off, sitting up and looking at you. “What’s the update with the guy you’re madly in love with?”
You take a bite of your animal cookie, not looking at Natasha as you flipped another page. “There is no update.”
“What do you mean there’s not an update?”
“I mean there’s not an update. He has a girlfriend so there’s no point in pining after him.” you calmly respond.
“So? Y/N you’ve been in love with this guy for years. Break them up and get with him.” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing to do.
You look over at Wanda and give her a look, basically pleading her to change the subject. She understands you immediately.
“I love the color, Nat. What is it?” Wanda spoke as she wiggled her toes.
“It’s called Miss Behave.” the red head winked, causing Wanda to laugh.
“Well I love it. It’s really pretty.” she brings her hand up to her face. “Maybe you could paint my nails to match my toes.”
You let out a sigh of relief as Natasha agrees to paint her nails. You wait a few seconds before relaxing and trading out your magazine for another one.
You silently thank Wanda when Nat starts speaking again. “How about this: you tell me who this guy is an I’ll talk to him. I just wanna talk.”
“It’s just a talk, Y/N. I won’t even bring my gun.”
“This guy broke your big heart, let me avenge it.”
You started to get irritated and you got up, placing the magazine on your nightstand. Stay calm, Y/N. Just. Stay. Calm.
Wanda notices the look on your face and licks her lips. “Uh.. Hey Nat have you seen the new episode of Law & Order? It’s absolutely crazy!”
“Not now, Wanda.” she turns her attention back to you. “You’re obviously not over this guy, Y/N.”
You whip around. “So what if I’m not? It’s just a little crush. It’ll bypass in no time.”
“Guys..” Wanda’s voice gave off a warning tone.
“It’s been five years.” Natasha reminds you and you clench your fists. Stay calm and don’t cry.
“So this isn’t ‘just a little crush’. You’re in love with this dude!”
“Natasha, just drop it.” Wanda says in a soft tone. She knew where this was headed and she tried shutting it down.
The red head looks over at the brunette and glared at her. “No, I’m not going to just drop it. Y/N’s wasted five years on this asshole, Wanda. We’re her best friends. We need to teach that douchebag a lesson.”
“She’s right, just drop it. Nothing will change.” you spoke, trying so hard not to break down. You were afraid that if she continued to push the subject, you’d tell her everything. You didn’t want to break her heart; to betray her. What kind of person likes their best friends boyfriend? How fucked up is that? She couldn’t find out.
“Just tell me who he is!” Natasha was beginning to get frustrated. After all, she just wanted to make the guy pay for hurting her best friend.
“No!” you shout. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Fuck! Your eyes fill with tears and when you blink, they roll down your cheeks, staining them.
“Nat she’s crying, just leave it be.” Wanda grips Natasha’s forearm but she yanks it away, not listening to her.
“Why won’t you tell me who he is!? It’s fucking simple Y/N!” her arms are waving all over the place and her face is as red as her hair from yelling. “You know about me and Bucky so why can’t I know who this dude is!?”
“Stop pressuring her!”
Your tears blurred your vision so all you could see was a red blob and you sobbed loudly before shouting; “Because it’s Bucky!”
A/N: ohhhh noooo oh my gawd. Tell me what ya think!
Also on my Ao3 account, so no, I did not steal this!
If the prompt owner would like a credit, because I could not find their user, please do contact me! I would love to give credit where it is due for my inspiration of this prompt. If you want me to take it down as well I will do so without complaint.
Langst with a side of truth or dare! Enjoy please!
It was a nice night, calm. No
missions for them yet, so it was relaxed. A perfect night for a game Keith
guessed. When you put five very bored paladins together, some things happen.
Just like this kind of game. Which, Keith really had no clue started honestly.
Or who even really thought this was a good idea. A group exercise and a ‘get to
know you’ game all in one. All Keith knew, was that was bull, and the game was
just strange and humiliating at times. Oh, what was this exact game?
Truth or Dare.
Basically, to Keith’s understanding,
the game was ‘do a sexual or humiliating thing, or tell us who you like’. With
other things squished in to make it not seem so obvious what information they
really wanted. Just stupid random things, whether it was to make you
uncomfortable, or make you do or say some plain weird things that would never
be spoke of again in any circumstance.
So, it’s what Lance would call
Vegas. What happens in the Truth or Dare circle, stays in the circle.
Sitting in together on the floor all
the paladins, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, Keith, and finally Lance. Allura and Coran
were just idly observing and during their own work or entertainment while they
kept an eye on the young adults. And so far, the game was going fine. Random
things happened, like Hunk having to give Pidge a piggyback ride. Keith having
to run around the whole facility two times. Dodging the occasional paladins who
were stalking him to make sure he ran the whole way and not take any short
cuts. Shiro had to stand on his head for so long that he almost passed out. And
the things that were forced out of people will never be brought up again under
any circumstances. Kinks, are shamed and will forever stay in the closet.
Speaking of closets.
Keith watched passively as Pidge
gave a sly smirk, he knew what the look in her eyes meant, he was wondering
just who was going to be humiliated now. Pidge pointed directly at Lance, who
grinned widely as the damning words were spoken. Keith thought it was a little
odd, but all of the options he’d picked had been dares. All of those dares were
done with absolutely no hesitation. It was awe-inspiring, disgusting, and even
a little bit impressive. Honestly speaking, unlike Lance, there was no way in
hell that Keith would even let his face get within a foot of the bathroom
floor, and there was Lance. Got a dare of licking it. And he freaking did it.
He was going to get sick. When that did happen, all Keith was going to say was
‘I told you so’. Maybe get him some cold medication after he admitted fault.
“Truth or Dare Lance.” Lance rolled
his eyes, giving a mischievous grin of his own.
“I thought you were smart Pidge? Do
you eve have to ask me anymore? Dare, come at me bro.” Pidge grinned widely to
match Lance’s own smile. Spinning a random pen in her hands, she pointed
accusingly at him again.
“Take the person you hate the most,
and lock yourself in the nearest broom closet with them for a whole hour.”
Keith rolled his eyes, almost ready to get up and start walking to the closet
himself. Ready to get it over with as soon as possible, because no matter how
Keith thought of Lance. Sitting in a stuffy, dark, broom closet, was a pass
time he wouldn’t even do willingly with his favorite person in the world.
Though, Lance wasn’t a terrible person to be stuck with. Better than Hunk,
seeing as Hunk was a nice guy, but of a much taller and bigger form than Keith.
The only thing that stopped Keith from standing up however was Lance. Who’s
face remained stiff like stone, but his eyes held panic at first, until it
smoothed over to a blank, dull, blue grey. Unlike the usually fun and joke
loving light in his eyes. Lance got up stiffly, and started walking across the
circle towards Keith, making the red paladin a little unsettled, especially
with that blank look in his eyes. Keith shifted, until the tan, Cuban male was
nearly in front of him. Keith held his breath.
But Lance just walked right past
him, brushed past him like nothing. Not even a glance back. Just walking
straight ahead, blue eyes forward, brown hair shifting with the movement and
breeze from the vents. His tan skin was barely visible from his tan and gold
jacket and jeans. Feet padding away with small thumps until he was so far away
no one could see him or hear the soft footfalls. Shiro had tried to call out to
him, maybe stop him. But Lance was never one to hesitant or change his mind.
So, it was already too late to go after him by the time he disappeared behind
the door. The remaining four just sat and stared for a short while, before Hunk
cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.
“Um, Shiro. Truth or dare?” His
voice was steady, but it was easy to tell that he was distracted by Lance’s
sudden disappearance. Just like it was obvious that he wasn’t the only one as
Shiro didn’t even respond to the question at first, only giving a soft ‘huh?’
as his name processed in his mind.
It was pretty clear the mood was
dead and the game was quickly falling apart with Lance’s sudden disappearance
from the main room. Leaving only an off feeling and a strange silence to
replace the light fun. No more licking disgusting floors and laughing at the
poor bastard who was dared to do it. Not even any stupid jokes that made
everyone groan and call Lance annoying. The game was dead and people were
beginning to separate and go off on their own for the night as they realized
that. Keith however, was still bothered. Knowing that he should probably just
ignore it and go to his own residence for the night, he found himself
hesitating and contemplating it in his mind. Then briskly walking past his own
room and straight to the room of a certain idiotic male. Finding not even a
sigh of life in the blue paladin’s room to Keith’s disappointment. The black
haired male bit back a sigh and walked out. Checking the various places in the
Nothing in the kitchen. The
commonplaces were completely empty and dark, even the library, still nothing.
Though, in Keith’s mind the library had been a long shot. After nearly an hour
of searching in every place Keith could think of looking he was ready to give
up as he checked the main room one last time before walking away. About to give
up and guess that the tan male just wanted some alone time for some reason,
Keith stopped as he heard a soft noise. Like a snore or a sigh. That definitely
wasn’t his. Keith turned on his heel and looked around the hallway. There
wasn’t anything here though, nothing really. Except an old broom closet.
The closest closet to the main room.
they were playing before Lance left.
didn’t sound right to Keith, to even think of that being a possible thing, but,
being thorough was a sign of a job well done. And Keith was anything but
half-assed with anything he’d ever committed to do. So, against everything he
knew about Lance and his stupid joking ways. He opened the broom closet door
silently. Eyes widening in surprise as he saw the exact paladin he had been
looking for. Lance’s back was against the farthest wall, in the corner. His
legs were loosely bent against his chest, propped up by his shoe clad feet. His
arms were splayed against his stomach and his head was lulled to the side. His
hair falling messily around his head as if he were constantly running his
fingers through it. And with further examination, Keith found his eyes to be
closed in his sleep. Puffy and red as if he’d been…
didn’t like the mental image of Keith sitting in the dark and crying. He didn’t
like to think of that, Lance, sitting here for the full hour as the rest of
them sat in the main room together. Falling asleep in the closet. Not dragging
anyone with him, when he was supposed to bring the person he hated the most-
that part of the dare almost made seeing Lance like this so much worse, because
Lance never didn’t listen to a dare. And if he brought the person he hated most
into the closet with him; and there was only him in the closet. It spoke
volumes that just made it even more depressing to think over. Keith could say
that he hated the revelation more than seeing the tear tracks on Lance’s
cheeks. A hard level of hatred to beat.
over his shoulder, Keith checked the hallway, before looking back at the
usually happy and upbeat paladin and reaching in towards him. Looping one of
his arms underneath the boy’s legs, and cautiously wedging the other one
between Lance’s back and the wall to get a decent hold on him before lifting
him up slowly, and pulling his unconscious body out of the small broom closet.
Being mindful not to bang the other’s head on the door frame as he silently
closed the closet door with his foot after them.
his best not to wake the other up as he leaned the brown-haired male’s head
against his shoulder as Keith carried him. Tightening his grip on the male,
Keith took small and smooth steps as he headed towards the other’s room. A
frown set deeply on his lips as he let his thoughts wander on the way there. He
didn’t know how to feel. Or explain how he was feeling. It was like his heart
was in his stomach. He was lightheaded and wanted to collapse to the ground and
empty out his stomach. Maybe it’s lodge his heart back into place.
he wasn’t going to do that. Not now, not while he was carrying Lance at least.
After he had put the other male down it might be free game. It was still
painful and sad though, even if he wasn’t acting on the feeling. Keith hated
the emotion with a passion. He preferred hearing the blue paladin tell some
stupid punchline, or a story that made everyone groan and roll their eyes. Even
if they were terrible jokes at least it made the blue paladin look like
himself. Being depressed and hiding in a closet with self-hatred wasn’t him.
off the thoughts, Keith ignored them. Instead focusing on taking long strides
and making it to the blue paladin’s room without hitting the Cuban male’s head
or dropping him. Which was a successful feat, until it came to actually getting
them in the door. Being as they were both grown ass men, one in a princess
hold, trying to get through a small doorway that was very likely not as wide as
Lance’s height, even if he was curled up.
Keith wasn’t a quitter, and five minutes later, both males were in Lance’s room
after a lot of maneuvering a limp paladin and inching forward without hitting
anything, being too loud, or stepping on a stray object in the room. But
eventually Keith was able to flop the other male down onto his bed. The covers
were still messily sprawled across the bed, so it was easy to pull them over
the sleeping male before Keith stepped away to observe Lance once more, before
Keith reached down with a gloved hand and rubbed the tear stains from Lance’s
red cheeks and puffy eyes. Keith retracted his hand shortly after. Paranoid of
the other walking up as Keith turned away and inched out the door again.
Pausing only once to look back before he shut the door to leave the other
paladin alone in his room.
Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Reader Genre/warnings: lots of fluff Words: 2.5K Notes:
Just a little scenario
because we all need some positivity now and then. Special thanks to @noonachronicles for being my muse (like always).
Opening the door to his bedroom,
Jiyong fell face first into the mattress. As soon as he had left the YG
building his body was hit with exhaustion that felt like it had been piling up
for weeks. Even though getting home was tough – he thought he was going to
crash his car at one point - he made it there safely. He had you to thank
really. Had it not been for your concerned call asking him when he would return
home, he would still have been in the studio neglecting his needs.
Life as an artist was tough;
comebacks, promotions, albums, photoshoots, scandals,… You honestly did not know
how he handled everything. It had been easier for a while, Bigbang was doing
great and Jiyong was able to relax more than before. Now that he was working on
a new solo album and concerts, his life became hectic once again. While you did
your best to care for his well-being, you didn’t have the power to force Jiyong
to rest. Every day he would promise you to leave work early, only to arrive in
the middle of the night and leaving before the sun was up again.
He is as perfectionistic as
he is stubborn and you cursed him every day for that. His music and his fans
are his number one priority and you were always okay with that. As long as he didn’t
neglect himself. While you had tried to get him out of that studio by force, it
had never worked. Having no options left, you decided on a new approach; pleading.
Not being the type to wear your heart on your sleeve, calling him that day was
quite unusual for you. You figured it must have had some effect on him as you
saw his jacket by the door after walking inside his home. Figuring he was
probably asleep, you carefully treaded your way into your kitchen. Now that he
was home so early, you wanted to take care of him this evening.
While dinner was simmering on the
stove and you had run him a bath, you made your way around his apartment.
Looking at the pictures on his wall, you reminisce on all the memories you made
with him. What started as a drunk conversation in a club five years ago had
somehow turned into this. Your relationship with Jiyong was hard to understand and
most of his friends were confused about your status. While you acted like best
friends most of the time - bickering like siblings but always having each
other’s back – there was something there nobody could explain. When one of you
was upset, the other one was the only person that could cheer you up. You
understood each other on a level no one else could and you cared for each other
more than you had cared for anyone else before. You had always been aware of
this connection but past failed relationships made you reluctant to act on your
feelings and risk losing the precious friendship you had. Deciding that remaining
friends was the best option for you, you continued acting the way you had
before content with your relationship as it was.
Until everything changed one night.
Jiyong’s drunken confession and his
lips landing on yours led you to waking up in his bed the next day, stark
naked. Initially wanting to deem it as a drunken mistake, you couldn’t keep
saying that when it continued to happen. Having finally had a taste of each
other you found it impossible to stay away. While in the beginning it was only
about sex, the more you woke up in his arms, the more you wanted to stay in
them. During this time your feelings for him had somehow grown stronger.
Feelings you thought you had long buried inside, not wanting to risk losing
him. Waking up next to him and seeing his sleep filled face made you fall
harder every time. While it was apparent you couldn’t get enough of each other
- chasing your release wherever you could - you were cautious to stay as
detached as possible. Being completely positive Jiyong didn’t feel the same
way, you did not want him to feel bad for your unanswered feelings.
Flash forward to a few
months later, your love for him was undeniable.
The more you hook up, the
harder it becomes to keep you feelings hidden. It’s been a while since it was
no longer about the sex to you - even though you enjoy that part just as much -
the need to take care of him and love him becomes more important. That is why
you’re in his home now, cooking him dinner and being concerned for his health.
Shaking your head to clear
it from the thoughts about Jiyong, you turn around wanting to head back to the
kitchen. When your eyes lock on Jiyong standing behind you, you freeze. How
long had he been looking at you?
“Hi… How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to see you getting lost in thought again. What were you
Questions like this often
made you think Jiyong secretly knew about your feelings for him. Being careful
not to give anything away if he didn’t, you let your gaze fall on one of the
“I was thinking of the day this picture was taken, you remember it?”
Your question seems to have
successfully avoided the topic, taking his mind off of his original question.
He moves from his position against the wall, coming up behind you. His chest
connects with your back the same time his hand lands on your hip, making your
body unintentionally tense up. The hitch in your breath a clear indication how
affected you are by even the lightest of his touches.
“Of course I do. I invited you to New York to accompany me on the tour.
After the show I took you around Times Square and we ate the best Korean BBQ
outside Seoul. That place is where we took the picture.”
Thinking he would have
already forgotten about it, his comment takes you off guard. You look at him
over your shoulder, meeting his eyes that had already been staring at you,
gauging your reaction. Your lips only inches apart, you feel the urge to
connect them rise inside of you. Before you can act on this urge, you decide to
“Talking about Korean BBQ, I’ve made some in the kitchen if you’re
Now it’s his turn to be
surprised by your words. The thought of you having cooked dinner for him fills his
heart with an unfamiliar warmth. Looking in your eyes he knows this feeling
isn’t really unfamiliar to him, having been feeling this around you for a while
now. Not wanting to admit this thought to himself yet, he averts his eyes.
“Really? Thank you Y/N, I’m starving.”
His sudden excitement to get to the kitchen makes you smile, knowing him
this is probably his first actual meal of the day. Calmly following behind him
you think back to the moment you just had. Not wanting to go too much into it
and get your hopes up, you shake off your thoughts and enter the kitchen.
Jiyong is conflicted.
He thought he had always
been so sure about his feelings for you – or lack thereof – until now. The way you so casually announced you had also prepared him a bath after serving him the
most delicious meal he’s had in a while, clouds his mind with different
scenarios. The most prominent one is him coming home from work, seeing you in
his kitchen trying to cook dinner while your toddler is resting on your hip. He
greets you both with a kiss on the cheek, the smell off the home cooked meal
invading his senses when he looks at the child. His eyes resembling his in the
most uncanny of ways while his lips seem to be a direct copy of yours.
He had always been sure he
wanted children, he had just never thought he wanted them with you. The fact
that he finds himself liking the idea somehow terrifies him to the core. He had
always been sure he loved you, he just never realised how much. These thoughts
just confirm something he unconsciously had been feeling, yet was too blind to
Being so lost in thought,
he doesn’t realise you have stopped walking around and were now looking at him
“Earth to Jiyong. What are you thinking about?”
Your voice brings him back from his daze, making
him look up at you leaning against the counter. The words that escape his mouth
have no time to be reconsidered in his mind.
“Do you want to have children someday?”
Looking at him weirdly, you
wonder what he must have been thinking about that got him to ask you this
question. Knowing that this is porbably just the way Jiyong’s brain works, you
“Well of course. You know I always dreamed of having a family and seeing
as I’m not getting any younger, I do want children one day.”
“Would you want to have them with me one day?”
Silence is the only thing
surrounding you after that question left his mouth. Being too taken aback to
answer, you think you understood his question wrong. Knowing Jiyong, it was probably
meant as a joke. However, looking into his eyes you are shocked to see
absolutely no hesitation in them. Understanding the hidden implication behind
the question you gather all your courage to answer him.
Jiyong officially wants to
How could he so carelessly throw
such an important question at you? Not only was it completely random, it was
laden with emotions he had never realised he felt nor had the courage to tell
you about. Seeing the look of shock on your face makes him want to run away.
How could he have been so stupid as to think you would actually answer him as
if you felt the same way?
“That depends. How many do you want to have?”
If Jiyong thought he was
shocked before, your answer managed to completely shake him to the core. Are
you being serious? The look on your face surely makes it seem like you are.
Seeing no way out of this situation, he figures it’s best to be honest.
“Uh… I’ve always wanted two.”
“Good, then we’re on the same page.”
You have no idea where this
sudden confidence came from but seeing that smile grow on his face makes you feel
like you are dreaming. How can this man, who you’ve loved for so long possibly confess
to wanting children with you and you answer him like it’s the most natural thing
in the world. What is wrong with you?! You are waiting on the reveal that this
was all a prank; Jiyong wanting to see your reaction and then telling you it
was meant as a joke. Your past confidence rapidly dropping because of your
negative thoughts, you turn away from him.
Noticing the sudden change in
behaviour, Jiyong is sure he must have been the cause of it. Deciding to try
and salvage whatever was left, he walks over to you. Grabbing you by the waist
and turning you around, he pulls you against his chest. He gently places his
hand on your chin, turning your gaze towards him.
“Look at me Y/N.” The slight
command accompanied by the hand on your cheek are hard to disobey, making you begrudgingly
lift your gaze. “What’s wrong? Did I step
out of line? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my question… I didn’t
think before speaking.”
“No it’s not that…it’s… were you serious? Or was this all just said to
“Well… Are you?”
Slapping him on the chest
because of his retaliation, you role your eyes at him.
“I’m serious Jiyong, don’t play me like that. It’s not funny.”
“I know, I know. I… I was being serious Y/N. Seeing you standing here in
my kitchen, talking about everything you’ve done for me and looking like you
belong here got me thinking. It got me thinking of a future where I come home
from work and greet you and our baby standing in this very kitchen. A future
where we can take baths together every night after we’ve put our baby in it
first. When those thoughts crossed my mind I was so shocked. I was shocked that
I liked them as much as I did. Then I realised that the reason I liked them so
much is because they were with you. These thoughts confirmed that deep down I
am in love with you. I love you so much and I think I have for a long time now
and I never realised until you standing in my kitchen woke me up.”
“Ji… I don’t know what to say….” His admission of love being too much for you to handle, your brain no
longer functioning to answer him.
Shaking his head at your
silent rejection, he looks down. “ You
don’t have to say anything Y/N. I’m sorry I just threw this at you, I never
realised until now that I did and I couldn’t keep it to myself. Please just
forget about it, we can act like it never happened.”
Panic taking over your body
at his emotional and physical withdrawal, you grab his arm to stop him.
“I don’t want to act like it never happened Ji. I didn’t answer because
I was so shocked. How could the guy I’ve been desperately in love with for months
suddenly confess the same? I… I’ve never been good with words but I just want you to
understand that I love you too. Maybe even more than you love me.”
Looking into your eyes, the
honesty that greets him fills his body with warmth once again. Rather than
expressing his feelings with words and possibly failing to properly express
himself, showing you seems like the best option. Cupping your face with both hands,
he crashes his lips on yours.
You know that moment
described in all the sappy love stories about fireworks going off inside your
body when you kiss the one you love? Best believe they are happening now. His
kiss leaves you breathless yet you’d happily choke if you could keep kissing
him like this. Grabbing his shirt in an attempt to bring him even closer, you
feel his hands land on your hips. His hands roaming your body in the most
sinful yet delicious way fills your kiss with a new emotion; lust. Having been
in this situation many times before, he picks up on your change of mood before
you can say anything.
Wordlessly he turns you
around and gently guides you into his bedroom. Let’s just say that by the time
you entered the bathroom to clean up, the water in the tub had long turned
A/N: It took me a long time to write this and I have probably changed this whole scenario about five times. I’m finally somewhat glad with the result so I hope you are too! I’m very sorry about the cliches, Michelle deserved them. Thank you for reading! 💋
From their expressions at the top I get the feeling they
both know exactly the kind of strain this is putting on Kuromama. He’s
reluctant to ask her to do more – to ask her for anything with her current level of health – but she cheerily
insists on it because it’s what she does. For everyone’s safety, they both need her to do her magic, even if he
doesn’t want her to get any sicker than she already is. By the middle panels he
looks like he’s resigning himself to it, and she’s trying to alleviate his guilt.
And I LOVE this interplay between them. It’s gone so quick, blink and you’ll miss it, but it’s such a
lovely little interplay of thoughts and feelings between them that doesn’t even
necessary reach the dialogue that they’re saying out loud, and yet it all points to just
how open they are to one another.
I love all this, but I’m increasingly convinced that this
might just be the last time they see each other, and that makes it so much more
tragic in so many ways. Because if Kuropapa had followed his original intention
they wouldn’t have even had this
final meeting, and this last glimpse of their relationship would never had had
the chance to shine through. I don’t know if this IS their final meeting, or if
the blessing she gives will change things for the better or worse in the pages
to come, but I think it speaks volumes as to just how much their duty pushes it’s
way right up into their relationship and forces them into actions they
otherwise wouldn’t have picked for each other.
Because with this conversation they become ‘the priestess’ and ‘the protector’ instead of two people who love each other dearly, and they both know that this
very well might be the roles they ever get to play.
And yet they do it anyway, because they must. Because of
COURSE they do, because it’s who they are – even if it’s not all of who they are. They’re united in this cause, and being on the potential brink of death doesn’t change that even slightly.
And as gorgeous and amazing this all is, Kurogane’s face
perfectly sums up all my feelings about what is happening.
BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW WHAT’S JUST AROUND THE CORNER.
One of the things you loved about having Niall and Harry as your closest friends is that when you dropped a text in the “3 amigos” group chat about how you just were having an absolute shit day they didn’t hesitate to respond with “movie night it is then,” or “bringin wine and grabin a pizza be there in a few.” You’d soon be snuggled up on the couch under a warm fuzzy blanket between the two of them with a wine glass in your hand as Harry flipped through the romantic comedies section of Netflix.
“Not tha bloody notebook again Harry, it’s not even a rom com!” Niall’s voice was harsh as he placed his his arm over your shoulders. Harry just shot him a sideways glare as he continued to scroll through the movie titles.
“I’m not havin this argument with you again Niall, it’s a rom com.” With that he finally clicked the select button on the remote and sat back and snuggled deeper into your couch. You smiled as the familiar opening of one of your favorite movies appeared on the screen.
“I want to be Julia Roberts in this movie.” You felt both of their eyes land on you as soon as the words left your mouth.
“Ya wanna be a hooker?” You turned your head and glared at Niall as you took another sip of wine. “Too good for that princess, wouldn’t let ya even think of it.” You rolled your eyes as he pulled you closer to his body.
“Jesus Niall, I think she jus meant she wants someone ta come and swoop her off her feet like Richard Gear.” You laughed as Harry gave Niall a wide eyed look while he motioned to his lap, his signal that it was okay for you to place your feet there.
“I mean he comes in and just changes her life.” You finished with a sigh as Niall repositioned you so you were sitting in between his legs so you could rest your feet in Harry’s lap.
“We came in and jus changed ya life as well.” Harry’s voice was soft and sweet as you felt his hands start working their magic on your tired feet. “Didn’t even give ya a chance to reject us.” You smiled as he shot you a playful wink.
“Who could resist our charm?” You laughed as you felt Niall place a kiss to the top of your head.
“Oh yes you two were so charming at 2 in the bloody morning walking past my building singing at the top of your lungs drunk off your asses.” You teased, you saw a smirk form on Harry’s face.
“That was a good night.” You rolled your eyes at Niall’s comment as Harry continued to massage your feet.
“I do remember ya lookin all flustered in your night clothes standing outside on the fire escape.” Harry joked as he leaned over your feet and grabbed his own wine glass off the coffee table.
“Oi! That’s right!” Niall’s voice was loud in your ear, “Came out yellin about how we need ta keep it down coz some of us are tryin ta sleep!” He laughed as Harry almost choked on the sip of wine that was in his mouth.
“Who is in bed that early on a Saturday night?” You just stuck your tongue out at Harry causing him to just shake his head and laugh. You felt Niall wrap and arm around your middle and give you a squeeze.
“Forgot she’s a little old lady Harry, needs her beauty rest and all that.” You just rolled your eyes as Harry snickered and rested his free hand atop your feet. You snuggled into Niall’s chest as your eyes went back to the movie that was playing on your TV.
“Well she needs her rest for when her Richard Gear comes in a swoops her away, can’t be sleepy in the middle of a whirlwind romance.” You smiled as Harry patted the top of your feet.
“Well dis Richard Gear fellow better be bloody perfect if they want ta try and sweep our princess off her feet.” You rolled your eyes as Harry nodded his head in agreement.
“Gonna have to pass a few tests.” He added as he turned his head and gave you a wink.
“Shush you’re ruining the movie.” You joked causing the two of them to laugh, You felt Harry give you feet a little squeeze as he took another sip of his wine. You smiled as you felt Niall rest his chin on the top of your head.
This was a position you often found yourself in, sometimes you’d be in Niall’s arms so Harry could rub your feet while other times Harry would pull you into his lap so he could play with your hair while Niall was busy making dinner. There were rare times that you sat in the loveseat leaving them to cuddle with themselves on the couch which often led to huffs and “don’t touch me with your feet.”
The three of your had found a comfortable routine for cozy movie nights like this, Niall would bring the pizza and a case of beer for himself while Harry would stop at this certain wine shop a little ways away and pick up a few bottle for you and himself. That just left you to provide the cozy blankets and light the warm vanilla scented candles and have Netflix ready to go for when they both arrived, normally they would come in bickering about who’s turn it was to pick the movie but as always you normally settled the argument by making them play Rock Paper Scissors. Cozy movie nights were just one of your favorite things the three of you did and you enjoyed every minute of it.
One of the things I love about Shiro and Keith is their strong, mutual desire to protect and support each other.
For my personal partner and I, we could be having the worst day ever, but seeing our beloved in distress immediately empowers us to be strong and supportive, and that’s what I see between these too.
Gentle and supportive of those he cares about, Shiro is quick to give up on himself. He talks about his inevitable demise and even here he still seems to have not accepted himself as the true owner of the Black Bayard.
And that’s when Keith comes in. He remembers everytime Shiro supported him when he stumbled and he makes sure to give it back in spades. There is absolutely no hesitation when he reminds Shiro that, that is /his/ bayard. There was no hesitation to remind the others that Shiro was the head of Voltron, no hesitation in telling Shiro that he’d make it and nothing would happen to him.
Just as often as Shiro supported Keith, Keith is there to remind Shiro that no matter what happens, he’ll always be there for him. /As many times as it takes/
BTS Reaction to Holding Their Child for the First Time
Jin: This would be such a special moment for Jin. I feel that Jin would really love to be a father, and now that his baby was finally here, he’d be super ecstatic. He’d be all smiles and coos, carefully holding the baby in his arms as he rocked it back and forth gently. And if the baby held onto his finger or smiled at him, he’d rave to his wife about it and take pictures of his child being absolutely adorable.
Suga: Suga would be hesitant to take the baby out of his tired wife’s arms. I mean, the baby was just once in his lovers belly but now they’re here. In the flesh and beautiful, just like he imagined them to be. He’d slowly take the baby and hold them close to his chest, sitting on the bed next to his wife and taking hold of her hand. If the baby started to make any noises he’d freak out, apologizing to the little human. And when the baby opened it’s eyes and smiled at Yoongi, he would deny anyone that said tears welled up in his eyes out of love.
J-Hope: He’d be so excited to hold his newborn child. He’d talk to them constantly, rocking them back and forth as he told them about everything in hospital room. From their mother to the view outside he’d show his child everything and talk and kiss them softly. He’d gush whenever the baby would make little noises, and when the baby held onto his finger, he’d melt on the spot, fangirling to his wife about how their baby actually knew who he was! He knew talking to the baby bump would make a difference.
Rap Monster: Rap Monnie would be such a caring and understanding father and he’d love his child from the moment they came out into the open world. He’d love to read to his child; from fantasy to history he loved how the baby would curl up in his chest and fall asleep to the vibrations he’d make while reading aloud. He’d give this baby so much love, kissing their head softly and making sure they were well taken care of. And when the baby would smile at him, his heart would swell. He and his wife had made this beautiful person, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Jimin: He’d be hesitant at first, since when his wife handed him their child they started to cry. But after a few panicked seconds he’d rock the baby back and forth, babbling sweet words to make them calm down. After that moment though, the baby was all eyes; curious at the world and at Jimin. They’d stare up at him with wide innocent eyes and Jimin would stare back, internally panicking. What if they didn’t know him? But when the baby broke out into his own smile with their eyes scrunched up like his did, he couldn’t help but smile back, not knowing his wife captured both of their identical smiles.
V: My heart can’t take the idea of Kim Taehyung as a father. Like, words can’t accurately describe what he’d be like when he holds his child for the first time. It’d be like a multicolored sunset, deep kisses in the rain, hot chocolate and fuzzy socks on a cold day; just perfect. V would leave many kisses on any part of his baby’s face. He’d love running his finger over the baby’s soft cheeks, cooing at them and whispering words of love to them in his Daegu dialect. Lord help us when this child smiles or holds their father’s hand. Angels will sing, and Tae’s smile and look of love he’d send his child and wife, I just. I can’t. Cancer will be cured at that moment, I guarantee.
Jungkook: This cutie will try to act nonchalant about holding his child for the first time. But he can’t stop the smile pulling at the corners of his lips when he finally gets to cuddle his baby. He’d like to hold the baby close to his chest as he hugged his wife. It made him feel complete and full of love when his family were close like this. And when the baby smiles for the first time or grabs onto his pointer finger, expect Kookie to take thousands of pictures and smile along with them. He’d rant about how beautiful they are and how he was so lucky to have such a healthy and happy baby.
I read something about how we need to learn to practice for ourselves before anyone else. And it wasn’t until yesterday that I realized that, ever since I started studying at a conservatory, I haven’t been doing that. I stopped playing for my own benefit. It’s so easy to do this, especially when music is no longer just a hobby or something you did in high school; it is now your career and you have so many people you want to impress. And it’s stressful, frustrating, destructive even. I push myself too much, even when it isn’t doing anything helpful for my playing, and my body hurts.
A/N: Hey! So this is my first request (thanks anon) and I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it. It’s a little more jealous than protective at the start… I usually have a different writing style to this, where all my dot points are separate, but in this they all seem to lead on to one another. If you don’t like it feel free to send me the request again and I can redo it for you :)
Clony Headcannons With Protective!Tony…
Okay so Clay has absolutely no idea how good looking he is
Like literally everyone in the school knows it except him
And Tony knows that everyone sees what he sees, and he also knows how many people flirt with his boyfriend
Tony is quite a level headed guy, so he doesn’t jump to conclusions
But he knows flirting when he sees it
And he’s not possessive, but Clay is HIS boyfriend
For a short guy he is pretty feisty
It’s never about Clay and being possessive over him, it’s always about the other person involved
Tony has a death stare that could make a murderer flinch, and he doesn’t hesitate to use it
His arm will always end up around Clay’s waist
And he’ll give him the ‘lets go’ eyes
And meanwhile Clay is totally oblivious
But not oblivious enough to miss his boyfriend being hot as hell
Clay will always lean into Tony at this
And they’ll smile at each other before they walk away
Tony once again glaring at whoever had been with Clay
Then for the rest of the day there will be so many more kisses in the hallway than usual
Tony making cute stuff pop out of Clay’s locker every time he opens it so that everyone notices
He also gives Clay his leather jacket to wear
And of course Tony just always happen to be there. All. The. Time
As for Tony’s protectiveness that doesn’t involve another person:
Clay’s clumsy as hell, so Tony is used to reaching out and stopping him falling on his face
He keeps a first aid kit in his car
He questions every last bruise on Clay’s skin wanting to know where it came from
And kisses them each night before he leaves
He drives Clay around everywhere to get him off that bike that seems to always get him injured
He asks Clay about every single one of his emotions, always making sure he’s doing okay
And if any kids at school are rude to him Tony will absolutely not hesitate to threaten them
Tony’s brothers all love Clay, and the group of them protect him with everything they are
Clay usually doesn’t notice how protective Tony is, because he just loves his boyfriend so much and it’s just the norm
Clay sometimes wanting Tony to be protective, and so he’ll grab his arm
And of course Tony knows what he means instantly
And he’ll be there for Clay in any way that his boyfriend wants