anyways let's get back to how pretty he is

I have some opinions/thoughts that I’d really love to get off my chest even if other people think I’m completely wrong.

Gaston did not deserve to die, Gaston was hardly a bad person, Gaston was basically forced into being the villian of this story.

[I’m referring to the 2017 remake of BATB rather than the original animation.]

Let’s point out some difference between the 1991 Gaston and 2017 Gaston
-2017 Gaston was not a misogynist
-did not abuse Lefou
-even verbally
-Like for fucksakes, the friendship between Lefou and Gaston was so genuine. I’m frequently seeing these things around Gafou is an abusive ship, buts it’s really not? He tells Lefou ‘thank you’ says ‘you’re the best Lefou’ sincerely asks ‘how has no woman snatched you up?’, messes around with Lefou like buds (wrestling bite marks, picking him up to demonstrate strength, gets on the table and dances with him), let’s Lefou calm him down and boop his nose, and not once does he insult or hurt even when it seemed like he would (after Lefou wrapped his arms around him, or when he couldn’t spell his name, when he said ‘who needs her when you’ve got us’, etc). They’re sincerely good, close friends, but don’t worry I’m not ignoring all the shitty things Gaston did to Lefou I will get to that in a second.
-I said he’s not a misogynist, right? Cause that’s important. Big step away from the OG.
-Doesn’t insult Belle for reading
-Instead he feigns interest in the book because he knows it’s her interest
-even brings her flowers, whataguy
-Has manners (“excuse me, please let me through” going through the crowd, didn’t push everyone out of his way)
-Goes to her rescue when the town’s people are being mean (sure this is because he wanted to be the hero to seduce her, but seriously he was one of the few people who didn’t harass or bully Belle for being different)
-Doesn’t call Maurice crazy and instead offers his help to soothe the men (again, seduction, but seriously he’s still being polite and helping the underdog unlike the OG)

I’ll probably think of more things to add to this Gaston-wasnt-an-asshole list but I think this basically gets the point across that, well, Gaston wasn’t an asshole. He was immensely vain, yes, but that doesn’t mean he was a bad person.
Cus ya know who else started out incredibly vain but still managed to be the fucking prince in this story?
Yep, the Beast/Adam of course.

Time to do some comparing of the prince and the villian because spoiler alert, they basically parallel each other.

I’ll begin this part with Belle’s comment of, “No one can change THAT much, Gaston”
Ahem

LITERALLY SHUT THE FUCK UP ARE YOU SERIOUS
This line pissed me off immensely, because that’s literally Adam’s entire character arc, changing himself completely, literally and figuratively.

Like I’m sorry you wanna do a repeat of the song “Something there” aka the song where the lyrics are basically “he was an asshole brute who I hated but now he’s c h a n g e d”
Literally so pissed off at that all.

But as I was saying, Gaston basically mirrors Adam’s arc, meaning to say they’re practically the same character things going on but sorta reversed.

Like okay
-Upon first meeting Belle, the Beast locks her father then her in a tower and is a huge dick but then they bond over books and he gives her flowers and he’s nice to her.
-Upon first interacting with Belle, Gaston is nice to her, gives her flowers, tries to bond over books, but then he’s a huge dick and locks her father and then her in a cart.

Do you see what I did there? Literally the same actions, but backwards.

Let’s do some more comparing.
-They both have terrible, terrible tempers.
But you know what? The Beasts is definitely a lot worse than Gaston’s.

Let’s review how both Gaston and Adam dealt with Belle’s dinner rejection
-Beast: literally motherfucking demands she has dinner with him, bangs his paws on the door, scrEAMS at her, and then announces she can starve if she won’t eat with him
-Gaston: [not direct quotes, can’t remember exact words but basically what he says] “oh, busy?” nope “okay, then some other time?” boom that’s that. Yeah he still is persistent on winning her over even after this rejection but the man handled it a lot better then Adam (and he brought flowers for her dinner table).

I’m about to move on from Adam and start talking about how Gaston treated Lefou in a sec, but I would just really really really like to put some emphasis on the fact that both Adam and Gaston were incredibly narcissistic men. The amount of self pride and conceded they have is in the beginning is completely parallel and it leads to both of their unfortunate fates. The point in this, is Gaston is not a bad guy just because he loves himself a bit much, just as the Beast was not a bad guy for loving himself too much. Like, the way Adam turns down Agatha for being ugly seems exactly like something Gaston would do, so why does the movie end with Gaston dying while the Beast learns his lesson and gets his happily ever after?
Because, the OG Gaston was truly an asshole who deserved to die and this 2017 remake of course had to stay true to the story. Even though this Gaston really wasn’t a true villian and didn’t deserve to die – rather he deserves a redemption arc just as Adam was given – he died anyway because that’s how the story goes.

Anyway, I’ll get on with this and bring back Lefou.

Some of you have probably been reading this while thinking “But Marley [das my name], Gaston was a shitty person, he wasn’t a good friend to Lefou at all because he manipulated him, let him get punched in the face, didn’t protect him at all, and threatened to lock him up. Plus, he was only into Belle because she’s pretty.”

Alright alright alright: Lefou.
He’s an exceedingly important character as he gives us insight to Gaston’s character.
Two crucial things he reveals about Gaston … .

-Gaston has anger issues. My father has anger issues, and so do I, and we both are on meds for it. Let me say, having anger management problems and getting angry are very different things. It’s just like he having anxiety and getting nervous are very different things. I think most of you can probably relate or understand anxiety more then anger issues, so just put yourself in Gaston’s shoes with that in mind. Anyway, back to Lefou. He shows us that Gaston has anger issues when he rushes to Gaston’s aid by saying “deep breathes” and then “think about the war”. He tells us that Gaston has coping mechanisms for when he gets like this. Does it matter if Gaston has anger problems? Does it make him less of a dick? Like, seriously Marley, does this information really make up for any of the things he did? Yes, yes it does matter. It’s like when you/someone your love is having an anxiety attack, or when you fall into a depressive episode, or when a loved one acts out of PTSD [which Gaston could totally completely have], or when someone with schizophrenia or delusions starts having episodes, it’s basically exactly like whenever anyone’s mental illness starts to act up. You don’t feel like yourself and you don’t so things you would normally​ do. This is definitely the case for Gaston; he acts out of character when he gets angry like this. And that’s my second point that Lefou proves in this movie.

-Gaston is not being himself when he starts doing all that terrible shit that leads him to his demise. Lefou makes it fairly obvious that that is not how Gaston usually acts. He does this in numerous ways which I will quickly try to summarize and go through:
1) Questions Gaston. Obviously if Gaston often tied up old men to trees or in general left people to die, Lefou would have just went with it instead of going “are you sure?”
2) doesn’t immediately lie to save Gaston’s ass. Again, if Gaston frequently had Lefou lie for him, then it would have came to Lefou like second nature and he wouldn’t have hesitated.
3) Once more, questioning Gaston. The scene I’m about to refer to is when Gaston locks Belle and her father in the carriage. Lefou grabs Gaston’s arm and goes to question him again, but before he can Gaston threatens to lock him up as well. Dick move on Gastons end, no? But this isn’t something he would normally do or say to Lefou, for if it was Lefou wouldn’t have bothered speaking up because he would have known what Gaston’s reaction would be. Instead, Lefou is used to being able to talk sense into Gaston and reason with him (refer back to nose boop scene).
4) Running to Gaston’s side for protection during the fight [castle scene]. Lefou is probably used to having Gaston protect him during fights (war time) and obviously didn’t expect Gaston to throw him to the enemy. Like, yous guys heard him shriek Gaston’s name before the piano fell on him, right? He was obviously expecting Gaston to rescue him. Even after he’s trapped under the piano, he still reaches and calls out for Gaston. The way Gaston is acting is not the Gaston he knows.
5?) “I was on Gaston’s side, but we are so in a bad place right now” [however he says it you know the line I’m referring to]. Aight I think this is the one line that really captures the point I’m trying to make. Lefou has switched sides because Gaston is being a major douchebag and Lefou’s not having it. Lefou doesn’t put up with being treated like shit [MrsPotts saying he deserves better and Lefou agreeing]. So o b v i o u s l y Lefou is not used to Gaston being so cruel and angry. If Gaston treated Lefou like this all the time, then Lefou wouldn’t be by his side [because he left his side once he started acting like this]. Lefou knows how he should be treated, and how he’s being treated is not what he’s used to.
You dig what I’m saying? I’m kinda rushing through these points because I’m getting tired of this.

*deep breathe* Alright, last point, as I mentioned above, ‘Gaston only wanted Belle because she was beautiful’ Alright alright alright I’m not even going to talk about the Gaston in this point, I’m just going to talk about the huge flaw that is Beauty and the Beast.

Adam is turned into the Beast because he needs to learn to not judge people by how they look, he needs to learn that it’s what’s on the inside that matters.
Right.
So why is Belle the one that learns this lesson?
Adam falls in love with a gorgeous girl, meanwhile Belle falls in love with a hideous monster who turns into a nice dude on the inside.
Belle is the character who learned to not judge a book by its cover [cover being a monsterous beast but inside he is a gorgeous prince].
As soon as Belle walked into the castle, all the furniture was like “yooooo she could be the one, master hit her up” and instantly Adam’s like “well I need a girl to fall in love with to break my curse and she cute yeah let’s do it”. Like of course there’s more to our then this, but what I’m trying to say is Adam had already planned to try to charm Belle before he knew what kind of person he was because he was desperate to break the curse.
So he and everyone in the castle just saw her and was like “she was a girl, he was a boy, can I make it anymore obvious?”
So anyway anyway anyway, Gaston was only interested in Belle because she was beautiful and he wanted a wife, but Beast was only interested in Belle because she was beautiful and could break the spell. See the parallels again? Like, Beast later fell in love with Belle for who she was and she made him a better person, Gaston could have totally done the same thing.
And okay, there’s no proof Beast cared that Belle was beautiful or not, but yo, Disney definitely should have made Belle ugly af so when Adam met her the snob in him would have been “ew she’s ugly, next” and then Lumiere and Mrs. Potts woulda been like “boi Imma whoop yo ass if you don’t give that girl a try, I don’t care how fucked up her teeth are smfh” and then Adam would have learned the lesson that the enchantress was trying to school him about in the first place [this applies to the 1991 animated film, not directly at the 2017 btw]

Well I was trying to keep this professional and moreso eloquently written but you can tell I’m coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine gotta gotta be down because I want it all

Okay okay okay
Okay okay
Okay

I believe we’re nearing the end. I believe I’ve said all I needed to say made all the points I could [honestly definitely not because I’m constantly thinking about this and arguing with no one in my head, I have a lot to say and later I’ll be making toast and be like “anD ONE MORE THING”]

I’m very upset Gaston died because he wasn’t a terrible enough character to deserve death.

So Dear Disney, either make Gaston more of a shitty person, or bring him back to life. I’ll be waiting for an apology letter until this is done.

Of course I’m kidding.

I just have such a love and passion for Gaston and I’m truly sick of hearing people tell me that Gafou is an abusive ship and Gaston is a villian.

And if you refuse to see that Gaston wasn’t a bad guy but still believe that Adam is such a prince than you’re insanely hypocritical.

People just see what they want to see.

Also I’m terribly sorry for making this so diddly damn long, I honestly have no idea how to do the cutoff “Show more” thing, I’m on mobile. So sorry if you’re trying to rapidly scroll past all of this and it’s taking forever.

But honestly fuck you don’t scroll past my argument.

And also if you legit read all this then motherfucking congratulations to you. Like I don’t even want to read all of this shit to edit it.

Thanks for the attention. Marley OUTT
Orc Boyfriend (Rube) 1

Part one of three from a commission for @obsesssions. You guys adored Clain well get ready to fall for Rube.

You’ve been alone for a long time now. Your husband left for the war not long after you were married. He would appear every now and then and then disappear again. It was like getting a visit from a distant relative as the years went by. Eventually, the visits stopped and you were delivered the tale tell letter wrapped in black silk. You were saddened of course. Who wouldn’t be? Your husband was dead. But at the same time, guilt crept into your heart. You had stopped missing him a long time ago. With his death, you didn’t miss him at all and you felt horrible for feeling this way.

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Prompt: (Prinxiety) Can you do something with like Prince going and doing his thang you know fighting and stuff and he said hed come back in like 2 days but he downst come back until like a week later am it’s just a bunch of fluff and yeah please? Thank you :) ~Anon

Notes: Yep. Yep I can. 

Pairing: Prinxiety

Warnings: Pure romantic sappy fluff with a side dose of angst

“Virgil? Sweetie?” 

Virgil lifted his head and blinked up at Patton. The other side was peering down at him, concern and sympathy on his kind face, and Virgil realized he’d drifted off again. He cringed, sitting up in the chair and stretching. His spine popped loudly in protest, and he winced. “Time s’it?” 

Patton sighed. “It’s after midnight. Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but I…I don’t think it’s going to be tonight.” 

Virgil slumped, looking back out of the window beside which he’d stationed his chair. The world beyond was dark, the only sound the wind whispering through the dry leaves, and Patton was right. It was late, and the night was chilly, and…and if Roman was on his way back, he had probably stopped for the evening to take shelter, like any good adventurer would know to do. Traveling at night was dangerous, after all. 

Virgil swallowed, and huddled deeper into his hoodie. “He said a couple days, Patton. A couple of days, max.” 

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She's Not You | TOM HOLLAND X READER

Description: In which the reader, in an effort to get over her crush on Tom, decides to set him up but for some reason none of the girls ever get a second date. Tom’s problem is that the one girl he wants to go out with seems to be hell bent on setting him up with someone else.

Author’s Note: I’m back hoes what’s good? I’m pretty proud of how this turned out and I hope you liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Inspiration for this fic came from something I read a while ago and last night it popped into my mind for some reason so yea now there’s this. Anyway, let me know what you think!

Word Count: 2219

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“So?” I prodded Tom, dragging out the o’s as long as possible. We were in his dressing closet after a long day of filming as he took out his regular clothes at a snail’s pace. You’d think since he’s somewhat of an athlete he’s be a quick changer but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

Tom took out a pair of jeans and threw them on a nearby chair. “So what?” he asked not looking at me.

I threw my head back with a groan, he knew exactly what I was going to ask him. It was the same question I always asked him every time I set him up with a new girl. Each week I’d find a girl who would go on a date with Tom, which wasn’t that much of a challenge, and each week he’d take the girl to dinner.

The only problem was that none of these girls ever got a second date. Not a single one and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.  I like to think I know Tom pretty well so I’m always surprised when the girls I think he’ll really like never get a second date.

“How was your date with Quinn?” I asked, eager to hear what he thought of her. This is the same question I’d ask every week with another girl’s name. I was hoping that Tom would say he liked her and that he would be taking her out again but-

“It was fine,” Tom answered pulling out a t shirt and shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

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You’re dating Michael Gray and end up pregnant.

Originally posted by bonniebird

Michael Gray x Reader

Requested by Anon

You had met Michael Gray at the Garrison when you were out drinking with a couple of your friends. He had been coming out of the side room by the entrance when he had run into you, spilling your drink, which was wine, on your white dress.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” He said as he took your glass and set it on the bar, leaning over the counter to get a small towel. He had started to try to pat your dress dry when he realized where he was patting and dropped the towel, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize what I was… I’m sorry,”

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Little Sister - Ending 1

Bucky x Reader
WC
2643 (I’m sorry!)
Warnings Swear words, injuries, blood, puns (just in case!), smut
AN Based on this prompt: A buckyxreader where the reader is nats younger sister and is a complete goofball compared to her. She’s always joking around with everyone and lightening the mood even while on missions. Bucky adores her and one day when they’re on a mission she gets really quiet and won’t answer anyone and when Bucky finds her she’s injured. And then when they get back they admit their feelings and sweet smut ensues “
This fic has two endings this one (which is sweet smut) and a second one (with less sweet smut). Enjoy!
According to my Russian BFF malenkaya sestrenka is a cute way of saying little sister.


You sat at the kitchen island, waiting for the rest of the team to wake up. You couldn’t help but hum a tune as you went about making breakfast for everyone. You turned on the coffee machine and wiggled and danced, something about mornings just made you happy. It was one of the few times where the tower was silent and you could be alone.

“How you are always so damn chipper first thing in the bloody morning is beyond me, malenkaya sestrenka,” mumbled Natasha as she gracefully took her seat.

“Good morning to you, too,” you blew her a kiss.

“Ungh,” she grunted at you, “Coffee.”

You fixed and handed her coffee but before giving it to her, you said, “Bean-ough is bean-ough.”

She held up a perfectly manicured finger, “No. No puns. Too early.”

You finished making the bacon and eggs for everyone and soon enough, the table was filled with chatter and noise. Standing by the sink, sipping on your coffee, you leaned on the counter watching everyone. As usual, Sam and Bucky were arguing about something or other and you giggled to yourself.

Nat caught your eye and shook her head but you couldn’t help it. Handing them a plate of bacon, you quipped, “I’ve gotta ham it to you guys…”

Sam groaned at you but Bucky gave a little chuckle, “I gotta agree with Nat, too early for puns Y/N.”

You felt your face heat up, but you maintained an easy grin, “It’s never too early for puns.”

You began washing up when Wanda came to you offering to help. You held up your hands showing off your chipped nails, “No worries, I’ve got it.” You turned and started washing up.

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Drunk in Love

Tony Stark x Reader x Bruce Banner

Summary- You are dating both Bruce and Tony. Tony decides to throw one of his famous parties and both you and Tony get drunk. Leaving Bruce to take care of his lovable idiots. 

Message- I know i have like 10 unfinished stories. I’m sorry that I’m not working on those! Sorry if this sucks!

 Warnings- readers drunk. light smut 

Word Count- 911 

“Brucie, baby, come dance with me and Tony.” You giggle as you stumble over to Bruce. Tony had decided to throw one of his famous parties and both you and Tony were completely wasted, leaving Bruce-the responsible one in your relationship- to take care of both of you.

“No, I think I’m good right here.” Bruce says as he gives you a half smile.

“But Brucie, I want to dance with both of my boyfriends!” You say as you pout and stomp your foot. When you realize that you weren’t going to change his mind you turn around and stumble back to where Tony was waiting for you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how different Y/N is when she’s drunk.” Nat says as she sits next to Bruce.

“I know, they both turn into overactive, horny, idiots.” Bruce murmurs.

“Well, at least you’ll get to have fun when you get them back to the bedroom.” Clint says from his seat next to Nat. Bruce shakes his head at Clint’s comment.

“I would never sleep with them when their drunk. Y/N only lets herself go like this because she trusts me enough to make sure she stays safe and I would never do anything to jeopardize that trust.” Bruce says as he watches you and Tony dance. Tony is spinning you around the dancefloor and you’ve turned into a giggling mess. “Anyway it would never get that far, with how drunk they are right now. When I bring them back to the room they’ll try to seduce me for maybe five minutes before passing out.”

“You seem pretty confident in that prediction.” Nat says as she smirks at Bruce.

“It’s because I know them so well, we spend all of our time together, we work in the same lab, live in the same room and we eat all of our meals together. I can usually guess what they’re gonna do. Like I know they’ll wake up tomorrow and make a pact to never get drunk again and that pact will last exactly as long as it takes Tony to plan his next big party.” Bruce says as he smiles.

“Sounds kinda boring.” Clint says.

“It’s dependable not boring.” Bruce murmurs

“Tony Stark described as dependable mark today on the calendar.” Nat jokes.

“Don’t say that, he is. He might be eccentric but he always has our best interest at heart, it might not always seem that way, but he does.” Bruce says to Nat. Then he turns his attention back to you and Tony, who were now making out in the middle of the dance floor. “Now if you would excuse me, I have to get my two drunken idiots to bed before they start having sex on the dance floor.” Bruce then gets up and walks over to the dance floor.

“Hey, Brucie, did you change your mind?” You ask after Tony moves his lips from your mouth to your neck.

“I think it’s time to go to bed, it’s getting kind of late.” Bruce says and as he does he sees something spark in your eyes.

“Yeah, let’s go to bed. That sounds like a good idea, right Tony?” You ask and Tony hums in agreement as he continues to kiss and suck your neck. He detaches himself from you as you take Bruce’s hand, Tony takes his other and you both allow Bruce to drag you to the elevator and as soon as the doors close both you and Tony are all over Bruce.

“Why wouldn’t you dance with us? It hurt my feelings!” You say after you break your lips away from Bruce’s.

“You’ll get it when you’re sober. Tony stop! You’re gonna leave a mark!” Bruce grumbles.

“That’s the point!” Tony whispers against Bruce’s neck.

“I am sober!” You mutter.

“No, Honey, your dunk!” Bruce says.

“I’m can’t be drunk! Tony and I said we weren’t gonna do that anymore!”

“You always say that, darling. Neither of you are very good at self-control.” Bruce says. You go to respond but the elevator opens to your shared floor and you pull Bruce and Tony towards the bedroom.

“Let have sex!” you giggle out.

“That’s a good idea! Your sooo smart!” Tony says as he pulls the two of you onto the bed.

“Bruce, come join us! Don’t be a party pooper!” You screech out in between kisses. Bruce just hums in response as he watches you and Tony. After a couple of minutes all of the drinks catch up to you and your vision fads to black as you fall into unconsciousness.

“Huh, only three minutes this time. Guess I was wrong.” Bruce murmurs as he moves both you and Tony into a more comfortable position to sleep in. Then he changes into some pj’s and joins the two of you in bed.

***

You wake up quite suddenly the next morning, you break away from Bruce and you jump out of bed and quickly make you way to the bathroom, where you find Tony lying next to the toilet- looking just as miserable as you feel. You empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet and then you lay down next to Tony.

“Ugh, Lets promise each other to never get that drunk again.” You murmur.

“Yeah, good idea. Maybe it’ll actually stick this time.” Tony whispers back.

“Well they do say the twentieth times the charm, right?” You ask.

“Right.” Tony mumbles back.

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Latibule || Jihoon || Pt. 1

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // 

Word Count: 3186

Genre: fluff, slice-of-life, casual writing

Summary: No one had time for love in this day and age. Everyone was busy paying off loans, working hard to stabilize their life, and concentrating on not snapping at their boss and potentially losing their job. No one had time for love but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen. 


Your pen carefully touched the blue, cloud-shaped sticky note. You placed all your concentration on the pen, willing yourself to make your handwriting the best it could be after years of rushed note-taking. You pulled back with a satisfied smile once you had finished, clicked your pen, and placed it down on your desk.

“What are you doing?”

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anonymous asked:

Oh my gosh poor lovely gold-feathered Tony ;___; what happens next? Does he avoid Steve and Bucky as long as he can? Were S & B planning to present to him at some point too or were they oblivious and don't fall in love with him until later?? Also does Natasha figure out what's going on and give Tony lots of hugs?

I haven’t decided if Steve and Bucky were planning to present to him yet lol I’m the worst.

Tony does indeed avoid Steve and Bucky as long as he can! They actually come over a few hours later because they’re concerned (”That was weird, right?” “Super weird.” “But Tony’s weird.” “But not that kind of weird. Right?” “Right. Right?” “Uh. Hmm.” “…Yeah no it was super fuckin’ weird.”) So they fly their merry asses to Tony’s apartment but JARVIS won’t let them in. Steve even caves and uses the actual password Tony gave him originally (”This is Captain Handsome ordering you to rock and roll on that forty-five.”) but that doesn’t work either. They consider using their override codes but JARVIS, ever pleasant, informs them, “Sir has enacted Black Out Code: 901 and only emergency services are allowed into the apartment at this time.” (”See?! I told you he was actin’ weird!” “I agreed with you, idiot.”)

((Inside, Tony is furiously preening his feathers, one-by-one, each and every single one of them, considering asking JARVIS if his covert feathers are actually gold, but decides not to. He decides it was a trick of his mind. He’s seeing gold because he desperately wanted to, wanted to display for someone and show off metallic plumage. He tricked himself into thinking gold had come in. He’s thirty. He’d just gotten desperate because they were probably never going to come in.))

Steve and Bucky consider calling Pepper but they’re terrified of her on the best days and Tony is… upset. So they call Natasha instead. She tells them to leave and let Tony cool down for a while. It’s not like they can get inside anyway with how Tony trespasser-proofed the house after he got back from Afghanistan. Even she can’t get in unless he lets her. Clint can get in, though. She’s pretty sure he’s only allowed because he brings booze and food dripping with grease. So she sends Clint a message saying “Tony needs diner fries and tequila.” Clint drops what he’s doing (luckily just trying to figure out how to set up his DVR) and hustles over.

Tony has no idea how Clint knows he needs company but he lets Clint fall through the vents and stuff him with greasy food and milkshakes. (Clint is the only one he’s told about his problems with alcohol. Clint always brings him chocolate instead. Tony orders clear soda and passes it off as a gin and tonic when he’s out and about. The press always blows up when they think he’s going on the wagon, derails all his efforts by bringing up his past foibles. Clint wants to scream about this to the heavens but mostly it just makes him tired.)

Tony never says what made him upset. Clint never asks. Clint knows Tony will talk eventually, when he’s ready. Clint knows how shitty it feels to have people try and press his problems out of him when he’s not ready, despite their good intentions. (Clint and Tony met at a support group for mental health. Clint’s got bronze in his brown and reds. Clint was the only one that didn’t ask about Tony’s lack of metallic feathers.)

Clint reports back to Natasha with a vague, “He’s sad. Something happened to make him sad, but I think he’s also been sad all along and didn’t know it ‘til just now.” “So what you’re saying is I need to hug him aggressively,” Natasha says, and Clint manages a stuttered “No actually–” before she steamrollers over him, “Yeah, lots of hugs. Bruce and Phil will question how loyal I am by the time I’m finished hugging him.” Clint stares up at her, agape. She’s never threatened to hug him so aggressively that Bruce and Phil questioned her loyalty. (Clint isn’t touch-starved like Tony is though. He gets that.)

Seventeen: Sex with Wonwoo

Me is back :^))))) from the dead ;^))))))
I already mentioned that i have problems regarding my family and shit is progressing hella slow… soo ya.

I’ll try writing more often, but sometimes i think people don’t like the things i write, because i never get feedback .
But anyways, i realized that Wonwoo is hella popular. I have like billion requests of him I’m joking
As always thank you and enjoy!

~April

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Wonwoo

• I don’t even know how to start :)))
• Lets just say that he is pretty intense in everything he does
• He is into BDSM and things like that but he would never do something you don’t want
• You know that type of boyfriend that is really sweet and just treats you like a princess but when it comes into matters where his dick is out off the box this boy man turns into a fucking beast
• He doesn’t have a high sex drive but he can go and will go maaannnyyy rounds
• I don’t think he is loud in bed. He’d rather listen to your begging and moaning but he grunts quite alot when he is near his orgasm
• Soooooo into overstimulation and edging
•Is slow and deep and the start but can get really fast and rough to the end
• He probably has a box full of stuff to tie you up with and maybe even some vibrators and a few other things :^)))
•Type to make you count how often he spanks you and if you’re wrong he’ll go another round
• Imagine this tho
• You’re wearing his favorite lingerie when he comes home from practice. You know he had a bad day so you want to cheer him up.
•The moment he sees you, he just stops walking and his whole posture changes and you know what is going to happen.
• You know you’ll suffer and probably beg the whole night but that doesn’t matter because you’ll feel so good.
• Imagine him pounding into you like there is no tomorrow while whispering dirty things into your ear and making you call him dadd
• I also can imagine him liking pulling your hair for example while giving him a bj
• He will make you suck him off when you have been a brat and/or didn’t listen to his words
• While he likes dominating his little secret is that he enjoys seeing you get angry and try to dominate him
•It’s something he would never tell you but if you watch closely you’ll be able to tell by the way he sighs when you scratch his back or when you shove him into the bed
•He isn’t messy when it cums see what i did there? :^) to shooting his load
• He prefers cuming on your body. Can be anywhere.
•REAAAALLLY CUTE AFTERWARDS THo
•He will take such good care of you because he knows he can be hella rough
•To sum shit up we all are sluts for Wonwoo

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Interrogation

Originally posted by juptern

A/N: First time I’ve ever posted something I’ve written, so please go easy on me, but if you’ve got any tips for me feel free to let me know. I love me some feedback. (Sorry for any mistakes… it’s late.)

Summary: Jughead hasn't seen or heard from you in a while and he’s suspicious, but there’s a chance that’s not the only thing he’s feeling. 

Word Count: 2,359 (I have no self control.)

Warnings: ANGST but that’s it 

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Little Sister - Ending 2

Bucky x Reader
WC
2461 (I’m sorry!)
Warnings swear words, blood, puns (just in case), SMUT
AN
 Based on the prompt: A buckyxreader where the reader is nats younger sister and is a complete goofball compared to her. She’s always joking around with everyone and lightening the mood even while on missions. Bucky adores her and one day when they’re on a mission she gets really quiet and won’t answer anyone and when Bucky finds her she’s injured. And then when they get back they admit their feelings and sweet smut ensues 
This fic has two endings - this one which is rougher smut and the first ending which is sweet smut. Enjoy!
My real life bff is Russian and said that malenkaya sestrenka is how you say little sister in a cute way.


You sat at the kitchen island, waiting for the rest of the team to wake up. You couldn’t help but hum a tune as you went about making breakfast for everyone. You turned on the coffee machine and wiggled and danced, something about mornings just made you happy. It was one of the few times where the tower was silent and you could be alone.

“How you are always so damn chipper first thing in the bloody morning is beyond me, malenkaya sestrenka,” mumbled Natasha as she gracefully took her seat.

“Good morning to you, too,” you blew her a kiss.

“Ungh,” she grunted at you, “Coffee.”

You fixed and handed her coffee but before giving it to her, you said, “Bean-ough is bean-ough.”

She held up a perfectly manicured finger, “No. No puns. Too early.”

You finished making the bacon and eggs for everyone and soon enough, the table was filled with chatter and noise. Standing by the sink, sipping on your coffee, you leaned on the counter watching everyone. As usual, Sam and Bucky were arguing about something or other and you giggled to yourself.

Nat caught your eye and shook her head but you couldn’t help it. Handing them a plate of bacon, you quipped, “I’ve gotta ham it to you guys…”

Sam groaned at you but Bucky gave a little chuckle, “I gotta agree with Nat, too early for puns Y/N.”

You felt your face heat up, but you maintained an easy grin, “It’s never too early for puns.”

You began washing up when Wanda came to you offering to help. You held up your hands showing off your chipped nails, “No worries, I’ve got it.” You turned and started washing up.

Later that day, you were wrapping up your cardio and finishing up a run on the treadmill in the gym. You looked a mess - sweat running down your face, hair plastered back to your skull. You looked up and watched you sister sparring with Steve. Not a hair out of place, not a trickle of sweat on her - you rolled your eyes.

Sam joined you on the treadmill next to you and as you smiled at him, you stumbled and almost wiped out.

You slowed the machine down and let out a giggle, “Sammy boy, you almost knocked me off my feet.”

He grinned at you and gave you a wink, “What can I say, some guys got it.”

Hopping off your machine you walked by Nat and watched her and Steve go at it for a bit when Bucky came to stand next to you. He nudged you with his elbow, “She’s almost a match for him.”

You couldn’t help the grin that burst forth, your sister was pretty kick ass, “Yeah, she’s awesome.”

Nat glanced your way and Steve miscalculated and knocked her on her ass.

“Shit!” you ran over to her and glared at Steve who looked worried.

Nat caught her breath, “It’s fine, malenkaya sestrenka, it was my fault anyway. I wasn’t paying attention.”

You stood and helped her up. Turning to Steve, you threatened, “You’re lucky she’s okay, mister, or I’d have bopped you good.”

“Bopped me?” he looked confused

“Yeah,” you walked up to him and poked his nose, “Bop.”

Bucky giggled and Nat shook her head at you, “Always with the jokes.”

You shrugged, walking with her towards the showers, “You love me.”

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S o l i p s i s

My name is Benjamin. My job is search and rescue.

But not the kind of search and rescue you’re probably thinking of. Instead of navigating dangerous terrain and hiking mishaps, I save people from virtual reality.

Whenever something goes wrong; whenever there’s a malfunction with the neural simulator, and someone stays under too long—whenever somebody’s mother finds them unresponsive after 15 hours and starts to worry that they can’t wake up, my job is to go in after them.

Sometimes there isn’t even a problem. Some kid didn’t realize how long they’d been in there. Happens all the time. Sometimes there’s a bug and they can’t come out of the dive until I’ve fooled around, run an antivirus—and sometimes there’s a real issue, but that’s rare. I’ve never failed to save someone from what’s usually their own stupidity.

Until today.

It seemed pretty typical when I entered the house. His mom sat at the kitchen table, like they usually do, looking up at me anxiously over her folded hands.

“Where is he?” I said.

“He’s right in here.” She opened the door to the bedroom. He was lying on the bed.

I looked him over a bit. His lips were pale and dry, his muscles were slightly tense but looked weak and wasted. I snapped my fingers in front of his face, just to make sure he wasn’t faking. Teenagers will do anything to get attention from their parents.

“Have you got any clue as to what the issue might be?” I asked.

“That’s the thing,” she said. “There isn’t one. Not as far as I can tell.”

“How long has he been under?”

“Two days.” I heard the tremble in her voice. “Thirty-six hours.”

“That’s a long time,” I said. “He must be getting pretty dehydrated.”

She nodded fretfully.

“Don’t worry. I see it all the time. What were his gaming habits like before this?”

She pursed her lips together, and then finally decided to answer me. “To be honest, Isaac has been in there almost 24/7 for several weeks now. Last time I saw him up and walking around, it was only to eat and barely that. He wouldn’t speak to me when I tried to talk to him. We think he’s been sleeping plugged in.”

“Hmm.” I gave the hardware another quick check. “Well, I can’t just yank him out—but you know that. The brain damage could be irreversible.”

She gave a terrified look, so I quickly followed with, “But there are other ways. Let me go try to speak to him. Maybe he can tell me what the problem is.”

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In ‘N Out - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by mybeautylittlethings

Requested: Stiles imagine where it’s just pure fluff!!

Summary: Fancy dinner turns into In N’ Out, playful love between (Y/N) and Stiles.


I looked in the mirror staring at my reflection. I rotated my body trying to see how I looked from every angle. The shimmering gold dress clung to my top half and trailed down from my hips to the floor. The beading glimmered when it caught the light. I sighed and applied the bright red lipstick before beginning to make my way down the stairs. 

“We’re booked fo- wow. Thats my girl!” Stiles called out loudly and began dancing stupidly, embarrassing the both of us in front of his dad, Noah. Mr. Stilinski chuckled as he jokingly slapped Stiles upside the back of his head. I smiled down at them and upon reaching the last few stairs Stiles had run over to help me down them. 

“We ready then?” Noah asked and I nodded, smiling widely. We were on our way to a fancy restaurant to celebrate Stiles getting into George Washington University and a formal way for Noah to say goodbye to the two of us for a little while. While Stiles is studying to become the best FBI agent, I was accepted to work alongside some of the best animal doctors in the country for an apprenticeship. Stiles and I had discussed our futures and seeing that they both led us in the same direction (D.C), we were thrilled. We then started talking about how we would reunite with the pack and how each and every one of us can benefit and contribute something. It was as if we were living in some warped fantasy; blissfully ignorant. 


“I’m sorry sir, we seem to have double booked. We are unable to offer you a table at this moment in time. My apologies. However, in light of this occurrence we are delighted to offer you free meals when you next join us. Again, my apologies.” 

“Right, well when will your next table be available?” Noah asked sternly.

“We are currently booked out until… Wednesday 3 weeks from now.”

“3 weeks?!” Noah rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Okay, well thanks.” He said as we began to walk out of the restaurant. “I’m sorry guys.” He apologised once we had gotten into the car.

“No need to apologise, Mr. Stilinski! You know what sounds great right now though? In N’ Out” I smile, trying to lift the mood. We all laughed softly and Noah started the engine.

“In N’ Out it is.” As Stiles and I sat in the back next to one another he decided to rest his hand on my thigh to which I cringed because I knew he felt it.

“What’s that?” He asked softly before quickly looking at Noah and back down at my leg. He slowly lifted my dress up slightly and then looked at me with one eyebrow raised. He then holds up a small pocket knife that was connected to the inside of my thigh.

“Just incase.” I snatch it back and put my dress back down after reattaching the knife. He laughed in disbelief before deciding to hold my hand instead. 


“Thank you so much Noah for an amazing night!” I smiled as we entered Stiles’ house. 

“Thank you for suggesting In N’ Out. I haven’t had that in years!” He smiled. “The looks everyone were giving us were pretty funny too, I must say.” Noah chuckled as he thought back to us all cooped up in a booth eating burgers in our finest outfits. “Anyway, goodnight you two. I’ll see you after work tomorrow.” He smiled and we returned the goodnights. 

“Lets get you out of that dress then.” Stiles winked as he turned to me. 

“I just ate the biggest burger ever. Don’t overestimate how lucky you are.” I wink back and make my way to his room. I slide off my dress and I hear the door close behind me. I chuck on one of Stiles’ old shirts and take my bra off. 

“God, you look so beautiful like that. In my clothes.” I smile and crawl towards him on the bed. I give him a quick kiss on the lips before jumping back up and going to take my make-up off. When I come back, I see Stiles snuggled up in the blankets, falling in and out of sleep. He grunts slightly and I crawl into the bed next to him. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to his chest so I can feel his heartbeat on my back. I kiss his hand lovingly and he kisses my neck. “I can’t wait until we start our life together. What kind of dog do you want?” He mumbles almost inaudible. 

“As nice as that sounds, I think I’ve spent enough time around dogs recently.” I chuckle at the thought of our friends. “However, a pug sounds nice.” 

“A pug we shall have then.” Stiles mumbles before settling deeper into the bed. “I don’t want to sleep”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to miss a seconds of you.” I giggle and roll my eyes. 

“Well, to be honest after that feast I can’t think of anything better.” I say sarcastically. I feel a jab in my side and jump, waking up completely. 

“Now do you still wanna sleep?” Stiles smirks as I look down at him.

“Now I want to hit you.” I jump atop of him and play fight. He tries to push me off but fails and laughs loudly in the process. 

“Look at these dimples!” I say as I pinch his cheeks and he continues to laugh. I lean in and kiss him deeply. He returns the kiss with as much passion as a half-awake teenager could. I eventually roll back off him and wrap my arms around him. “You can be little spoon tonight.” I say cheekily as I rest my face in the crack of his neck, breathing heavily as I begin to drift off. 

“I love you.” We mumble to one another before welcoming sleep with open arms and smiles on our faces. 


Hello! It’s currently very late and I was going to write this tomorrow but I felt guilty for not writing for a few days so here it is! Thanks for your request, I’ll hopefully fix up the errors tomorrow :) xx

happy birthday to @alecmagnu! here is some this world inverted jimon for your birthday allie, i hope your day is wonderful.

(in my version of this au, jace and clary are not dating, and simon and izzy are just friends and roommates.)


as the sun crawled it’s way down towards the horizon, it was a perfect burning circle, sliding towards the dark edges of the city. it was warm, that kind of sticky warm that clung to everything and made the night feel like it might very well go on forever. and leaning against the heated metal of jace’s coffee truck, simon almost wished it would.

he had his head lolled back against the edge of the door, listening to the muffled staticky music on the radio. it was flooding through the relative quiet of the little square of the park where all of the food trucks lined up. it made everything feel a little thicker, a little more like summer time, a little more magical as the fairy lights strung between the picnic tables flickered with the street lights and the world got ready for the evening.

simon wasn’t thinking about the radio, nor was he thinking about the fact that summer nights felt like infinity. no, he was thinking about something far more settled in the honest human world. he was thinking that in this warm orange glow, with a sleeveless shirt on, humming along to the radio, jace looked so good that simon’s heart was stuttering in his chest. jace’s blond hair was flopping down over his face, catching on the shattered sunlight that lit up his stubbly beard and so much of his skin was on display.

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Nightmares

Loki x Reader

Word count: 522

Warnings: sad attempt at adorable scene

Summary: Suffering from a nightmare, the emotion reader (Y/N) seeks refuge in the kitchen, only to find a freind to rely on.


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You walked out of your room with a yawn, trying not to awaken any of the other Avengers. You sleepily walked into the kitchen, finding Loki with a mug, staring out the window. A feeling of grief washed over you, and you knew exactly what was wrong.


You were the only one that could detect any feeling, no matter how large the wall is around themselves. Loki, was the toughest to detect, but after a while of getting to know him, it got easier. Perhaps he was letting himself open up to you, or you were just that good at your job.

“Loki, are you okay?” You asked softly.

“Did I awaken you?” He asked, a small sense of guilt coming from him.

“No, well maybe, but I’m pretty sure I woke up because of the nightmare I just had so…” you shrugged. “Anyway, back to you. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing you need to worry about, mortal.” He shook his head.

“Loki you can lie to Tony, but not to me.” You shook your head. “Just-“

“What was your nightmare about?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Don’t change-“

“I am the man right now, and your earth customs normally have the man be the protector, the one helping you through whatever issues you have, and clear your fears away.” He spoke. “So, I will ask you again, what was your nightmare about?”

You looked away. “It was about you Loki.” You whispered.

Her froze, fear, guilt, and anger swelled inside of him, causing you to freeze.

“N-No! Not like that!” You shook your head. “I-I watched you die… I watched everyone die… a-and You blamed me for it and I just… I dunno, it scared me…”

He calmed down, wrapping his arms around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. “I would never, ever blame you.” He said sternly. “I want, no need you to remember that.”

“Thank you.” You choked out.

“Of course.” He said softly.

He would never admit his nightmares about losing you. Sometimes to Thor, or maybe even Odin, but there was one thing that stayed the entire dream, you hating him for it. After those dreams, he would go to the window, remembering the first time he knew he loved you.

It had been a week into the avengers watch, and you had taken some sort of pity on him. He heard something move in the middle of the night, only to find you beautifully lit by moonlight, staring at the stars in wonder. You had shown him a new take on space, one that even he couldn’t deny was beautiful, yet to him nothing could compare to you in that moment.

He carefully lifted you up, and carried you into your room, and was about to leave until you ordered him to stay. He complied with little resistance, and slipped into the space next to You, holding his cold hands to your waist as he pulled you closer.

“I love you, Loki.” You blurted, becoming so flustered even he could tell.

“I love you too, my Queen.” He replied, allowing you to calm down.

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Request - hi!! can you do a gil x reader where she’s the queen of hearts daughter and one time when Uma and hHarrykick gil out of the shop she makes an “off with their heads” joke and just hears gil laughing his ass off outside and goes to sit with him until they let him back in? i know it’s like completely stupid and simple but I have like zero idea for a request right now

Requested by - fuckkoffcourtney

Word Count - 755

Pairing - Gil x Reader (Queen of Hearts Daughter)



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SDR2 Boys with a Cold S/O Laughing for the First Time Headcanons

I love??
–Mod Gundham

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Hajime Hinata

-He’s not a super giggly guy himself, honestly

-So you being a bit on the quiet side of laughter doesn’t bother him!

-He knows it’s just how you are, so he’s really chill about it

-Though he does secretly hope some day he can finally hear your laugh…

-So when he stumbles over his words on a date one night and ends up swearing on accident, he’s a mess

-And he becomes an even bigger mess when he sees you…smiling?

-And laughing??

-You’re giggling into the palm of your hand, having quickly moved it up to hide your grin

-Hajime keeps blushing and continues to stutter as he compliments how adorable you sound

-The rest of the night is a lot of you both smiling at the other because you can’t get over what just happened

Nagito Komaeda

-He loves to hear your voice

-It’s just a quirk of his - he loves when people pay attention to him, he loves when people talk to him

-So he really enjoys listening to you!!

-However, there is the fact that you’ve never laughed in front of him…

-Or, for all he knows, ever

-It’s a secret wish of his to make you laugh

-So when it happens he lights up!

-He had been making subtle jokes all day, and he finally got you to start chuckling when he said something about Hajime

-He was so overjoyed that he spun to look at you

-And he promptly fell on his ass from slipping

-He looked up to you as though you were a god as you openly laughed (at?) with him

-He’s a mess all day and forever forward because what a b l e s s i n g

Teruteru Hanamura

-Much like Nagito, he tries his best to make you laugh

-None of his sexual jokes seem to land, however

-He’ll occasionally get pouty because he hasn’t heard you laugh

-But in the end, he just resolves to try harder!!

-His attempts finally succeed when he makes an incredibly innocent pun after practically one hundred super sexual remarks

-He goes from a low-voiced, smooth-sounding prince

-To a chipper, smiling boy

-The sudden transition is so startling that you can’t help but laugh

-And then suddenly he’s right in your lap, looking up at you with sparkling eyes and a bleeding nose

-“No, S/O… Don’t stop!!”

-You just keep laughing and smiling as he continues his odd voice routine

-He’s so proud of himself and won’t leave your lap for the rest of the night

Gundham Tanaka

-He honestly doesn’t care whether you ever laugh or not

-Your fine company is all he needs to be happy!!

-And your cold demeanor fits his aesthetic quite well!

-Huh, that’s a good line…

-So the day you finally laugh?

-Wasn’t even his doing

-His parrot, who you had met several times before, seemed to have expanded its vocabulary

-It was hard to tell who exactly taught her to say “kill me” in a low, croaking voice

-Kazuichi? Hiyoko? Who knows…

-But the abruptness of the bird’s statememt, plus Gundham’s reaction

-…he stumbled in shock a few feet away and hurried over, already questioning his pet…

-Made you stop whatever you were doing to laugh

-Gundham was so Shook ™ that he immediately dropped his persona

-He just

-Stared

-Wide eyed

-Open mouthed

-And then burst out laughing too, slinging an arm around your shoulder and claiming this to be the will of fate

Nekomaru Nidai

-He’s a joyous guy, so he did find your coldness a bit unnerving

-Of course, everyone is a bit strange!

-He loves and accepts you no matter what!!

-Though…

-When he drops his towel after he took a shower and starts squealing like a school girl for you not to look

-Obviously, you laugh

-Not at him!

-But again, contrast is great, and seeing a large burly man scream like that?

-Some fun shit

-Nekomaru rushes to put his towel back on but laughs with you as soon as he registers the noise

-His loud, hefty guffaw joins your laugh and when you both finally settle down he’s changed into normal clothes

-He, too, slings an arm around you

-But he just smiles and blushes

-And tells you how proud he is of you

-Not just for laughing and whatnot

-But for letting him get so close to you in the first place for this to have happened

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

-Again, pretty chill?

-He’s a mob boss, he tries his best not to seem “soft”, anyways

-Plus he works with Peko, so?

-Like damn, your attitude doesn’t faze him in the slightest

Then he hears your laugh

-It was caused directly by him

-He got an order of those little dough things he loves

-And he was just? Grinning?? So hard?

-Contrast is my kink

-This is the first time you’ve ever seen him so happy

-So you end up smiling back!

-And when Fuyu looks stunned over this, you giggle a bit

-He can’t handle it

-Actually accuses you of not being the real you

-He gets his shit together pretty quick, though

-And he just spend the entire date being super protective of this double cutie you he’s discovered

-He’s definitely going to try to get you to laugh again

Kazuichi Soda

-He was a bit frightened by how cold you were, tbh

-He got over it, obviously

-But he’s a super expressive guy!!

-He’d always be trying his best to make you smile, laugh, or chuckle

-You finally crack when one of his little robots (modeled after Nagito, this time) explodes

-Nobody is hurt

-But really, Soda?

-What did you expect to happen when you started to hit the thing with a screwdriver??

-The instant he sees you laughing

-Eyes: sparkling

-Mouth: grinning

-Excitement and joy: indescribable

-He grabs your shoulders and shakes you gently

-He just

-Stares

-He’s just soaking in the sight of you laughing

-Once you’re done he’s hugging you tight

-You hear him whisper something about a successful mission..?

-And then he’s right back to tinkering, complimenting you and your beauty as he works

Byakuya Twogami

-Not off put by your personality at all

-Being a young adult of many personalities, they totally understand

-Though a small, secret part of them does want to see you laugh…

-Most of their personas have more professional appearances

-They’re less likely to smile, is what I’m saying

-You very rarely see them out of costume, at least at the point of your relationship where this takes place

-So, on a day where the imposter is finally in their own skin

-And you two are hanging out, chill and cuddling

-They crack a joke

-And… smile?

-And prod gently at your side, tickling you ever so slightly

-As you start to laugh, you realize this may have been a trap

-The imposter grins harder as they watch your face shift to a smile, then to laughing

-Such a beautiful sight…

-They cuddle you harder the rest of your little “date”

-They’re pretty quiet about it, though

-Really, they’re just afraid of making you uncomfortable bringing it up

-Just in case

Loss like the sharp edges of a knife (4/5)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

[A/N: I hope you wanted 3300 words of David and Frank being bros, because that’s basically all this is. Shoutout to @fabledshadow for the suggestion that Frank would’ve wanted Mrs. Abaya to be a Marine Sergeant rather than an Army one!]

He pulls up at David’s house two weeks later during the middle of the day, Gracie curled up in the passenger seat of his truck.

It looks the same as when he last saw it all those months ago on Thanksgiving Day, right down to the fact that the same red Honda Odyssey is sitting in the driveway. He sits in the driver’s seat for close to ten minutes, his hand on the steering wheel, casting sideway glances towards the house. His hand goes to the keys about three different times, and he nearly turns the ignition over the third time around – but then Gracie sits up in the seat next to him and gives him a look that he swears is disapproving and he ends up dropping his hand and sighing heavily.

“Yeah, alright, alright, Gracie,” he mutters, reaching over to give her a scratch underneath her chin. She lets him give him a few scratches before she licks his arm, then turns in the seat and faces the window, glancing back at him once with what seems to be an encouraging look before turning back around again.

He grunts, thinks that the fact that he’s ascribing very human, complex emotions to his dog probably points to the very reason that he needs to get his out of this truck rather than turning it back on and driving away.

He gets out of the truck and goes around to let Gracie out. She jumps down from the seat, landing softly on the ground next to him and trotting out in front of him as far as the leash will let her. She stands in the middle of the street, tail wagging, and looks back at him. He sighs, then walks to where she’s standing, keeps walking forward until he’s on the sidewalk in front of David’s house.

He stares at the front door but makes no move to walk towards it. He lets his gaze drift across it, then to the front two windows, the manicured lawn, finally landing back on the car next to him. He vaguely remembers a memory from those months in the basement, David admitting to the fact that he was never really the type of guy that checked the oil or made sure to take the car in for regular checks, but that if he had the chance, he’d always make sure to the type of guy who did both those things.

He huffs at the memory, notices that the front window of the car is down and decides to take a moment to see if David made good on his promise. He reaches over, opens the door and pops the hood. He’s unscrewed the cap to the oil when he hears the front door open and realizes that he can recognize David’s shuffling kind of walk coming down the driveway.

“Hey, Frank,” David says, coming into view around the other side of the car.

He glances over at David, notices that his hair is a little shorter than when they last saw one another, his beard a lot more trimmed and manageable. He’s wearing a sweater and dark jeans, has the look of a man who’s spent the last six months rebuilding his life, reinhabiting the role of husband and father all over again.

He checks his own heart and recognizes the envy pulsing in the corner of it, but also the sense of satisfaction and happiness that’s laid out on top of it.

He nods in the other man’s direction.

“David.”

“Uh - what are you doing?”   

He lifts the oil dipstick in his hands and raises a brow, as though it’s not at all strange for him to show up at David’s house after nearly half a year of no contact and check the oil in his car.

And maybe it isn’t really, or it at least isn’t in terms of their friendship, because David just lets out a small laugh then nods.

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