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person A: *has a black eye*
person B:*looks at him sternly* WHAT DID YOU DO?! NO, DON’T ANSWER THAT. I DON’T WANT TO KNOW. BUT! LET ME JUST TELL YOU THAT I’M VERY DISAPPOINTED. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! YOU-
person A: i-i’m sorry!
person B:
person A: *is super sad*
person B:
person A:
person B: *clears throat* did you win?
person A: *perks up* fuck yeah!

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I love how the extended backstories in the Dear White People allow the new actors to make the characters complex and distinctive.

Steve: [about Tony] I care about him. He makes me laugh. I like spending time with him.
Sam: Do you think about him when he’s not around?
Steve: Sometimes I see something funny and I think, ‘Oh, Tony would love that; I wish he were here so I could share it with him’.
Sam: That sounds like love to me.

Tony actually doesn’t enjoy being held while he’s asleep because it makes him feel quite confined. He doesn’t like that fact that he’s being held down or can’t move away from the person he’s sleeping next to. It’s also a bit of a safety hazard since during nightmares, he flails in his sleep and there was one time he accidentally smacked Pepper in the face, apologizing profusely as she brushed it off, holding a frozen bag of peas to her jaw. 

But when he got together with Steve, he made it really clear that he doesn’t like being held or touched while asleep. Steve is completely understanding and they always cuddle before separating to go to sleep. When Tony wakes up the next morning, he’s quite shocked to find that he’s curled up against Steve with one of his arms around Steve’s stomach. Steve has an arm wrapped around Tony’s shoulders, his head nestled against Tony’s. 

And there had been no nightmares, he didn’t feel the need to push Steve off because there was no feelings of being trapped. Steve made him feel safe which is something that a lot of people couldn’t do it. 

Steve mumbles beside him and Tony smiles, pleasantly surprised, before closing his eyes and going back to sleep. 

He could learn to enjoy being held, learn how to let himself be protected for a change. 

[Gwen, Peter & Miles chilling like villains in the living room when Peter gets up and stabs his toe on the coffee table] 

Peter: Motherfucker! 

Steve, Bucky & T’Challa: *pop their heads in from the kitchen* You called? 

Gwen, Peter & Miles: *gape in horror*