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lordatremaine:

“Dude don’t talk about your junk like that” he said while laughing remember how furious he was when he had seen his best friend running around naked and lecturing him about going to jail. Anthony didn’t mind being the ‘mom’ of the group someone had to think things clearly and bail those two out. He sat down on the booth and crossed his arms in front of him while leaning back wondering how he was going to go with his question. He didn’t want to argue with another one of his best friends but he had to know if the rumor was true. His mind was made up when Tres made his comment about having a free period around this time. Anthony couldn’t only think of his sister and his best friend sneaking around and hooking up behind everyone’s back. Have they kissed on different occasions or was everything just some stupid rumor. “I guess I am lucky, though if it was Abby you wouldn’t even hesitate to ditch your class would you?” he accusingly replied back feeling his anger from earlier returning back. “Tres I’m going to ask this once and so beast help me if you lie to me. Did you kiss my sister?”

All Gaston could do was laugh at Anthony’s words, having no qualms about talking about such crude things when he knew Anthony would always be his friend no matter what. At first, Gaston opened the menu in front of him, half listening and half trying to choose something to eat. But the moment Anthony had a change in his position and looked at him differently, Gaston knew something was about to happen. It didn’t take long to figure out what was riddling Anthony’s thoughts when he threw such a snide comment at him. Rubbing his palm down his face, Gaston sighed deeply. “So you heard huh? No doubt it was Abby who told you,”. Even just saying the name left a bad taste in his mouth. Leave it to the devil to throw him even further under the bus. “...Yes. I mean, no. I mean -- yes! But .. it’s not what you think. I ran into her at the lake and we were just chatting -- which is already dreadful for me you know that -- and .. out of nowhere we kissed. It was .. bad, man. One of us Legume’s tolerating her is already more than enough, trust me, it’s not happened before and it’s definitely not happening ever again. Okay?”. 

Bros for life? || Tres and Tone

#anthony1 #anthony

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gastonthejr:

It was during this breath, this break, that the hits Tony had been able to land throbbed dully across Junior’s body. It wasn’t enough to exhaust him, not in the middle of something that reverbrated him to his core, but it was enough to ground him to the reality of the situation just a little bit more. This was really happening. He was really fighting his brother, and over Abby’s honor - a position he never thought he’d find himself in. He always knew he’d take Abby’s side over anyone else’s, but if that ‘anyone else’ was his own flesh and blood, he’d expected to feel guilty about it - but no, he didn’t even feel bad about it, didn’t even feel guilt when his twin almost fell over and the fight went out of him. 

And yet…

Had it been anyone else, hitting the ground would’ve meant carrying on until he couldn’t walk away. Had it been anyone else, the fight wouldn’t really be over without some kicks to the sides and the gut, or without punching his head down into the floor. But looking at Tony now, even with all the anger coursing through him, Junior knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t take it all the way and win. This would have to be the one fight he left open-ended, and maybe that was better, because it wasn’t as easy a fix as pummeling each other. 

He felt his fists finally relax and he nodded once. He wanted to return the sentiment and tell G3 to never bother him or Abby again, or even something more dramatic, like that they weren’t brothers anymore as far as he was concerned, but he figured his fists had spoken better than he ever could and so he left, feeling the stings across his body that he could only hope his twin was feeling too. The pain wouldn’t last for long, though. He’d go see Abby and it’d be okay, because just because it hadn’t been worth it for Tony didn’t mean it wasn’t very worth it for Junior. 

#i mOSTLY LAUGHED BC THE GIF haHA #perf ok i just need to reblog to keep this on my blog #junior1 #junior

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worldxfmyown:

Summer vacations had never been something Ally particularly looked forward to. Yes, the break from classwork was appreciated, but she found herself lacking motivation to do much reading like she had promised she would do. It seemed as though every time she sat to actually read a chapter, something would distract her. Today, that distraction came with a knock, her brow furrowed as she crossed the room to open it. But before she could give any sort of greeting a sharp gasp escaped her and her hand flew to her mouth. “What happened?” She asked, hysterical with concern as she pulled him inside and shut the door. Ally put a hand on either cheek, making sure that his wounds weren’t too terrible. “Are you alright? Have you seen the nurse?”

Gaston tried his very best to give a smile, a meek one at best. He knew it would hardly do much to quell the shock that came over Ally’s expression. Unable to bring himself to tell her everything that had happened at her doorstep, he let himself be pulled in first, scrambling for the right words to say when the moment came. Words. however, escaped him when he felt soft, warm hands cup his cheeks. This. This was what was worth it. The golden haired angel of a girl who seemed to just make all his problems melt away just buy a touch and the way she looked at him. Not the nobody he mistakenly shared a kiss with, and certainly not even his own twin brother who would do such a number on him. “I’m fine,” he gave honestly. Whatever pain he felt before he came seemed to have dissipated. “Just a little wrestling with my brother. Pretty sure I’m still the better looking twin,”. His hands comfortably found her sides to pull her closer. “If I say it hurts, will you at least kiss me better?”. 

#ally.2 #ally

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@worldxfmyown

It had only been a mere few days but it felt like forever for Gaston. His life had been full of drama, the exact opposite of what he liked and just about the worst kind he could imagine too. It felt like everything was in shambles when both his best friend and his twin brother fought him all in the span of one week. The only solace he knew, the only thing that he knew he would feel comforted by came in the form of Ally. It wasn’t like him to show up at all unannounced but there he stood, one eye swollen shut and the rest of him bruised and sore, rasping at her door with closed knuckles. A gnawing feeling of guilt wrought at the pit of his stomach for what he had to tell her, the ugly truth that he didn’t want the blonde finding out any other way. When the familiar face greeted him, Gaston tried his best to offer a smile. “...Hi,”. 

#ally2 #ally

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lordatremaine:

Anthony couldn’t help but smile when he saw his best friend. No matter how mad he wanted to be at the boy he couldn’t the same would happened with Maddie. The three of them had been through a lot and they were a tight group. “Finally” he teased him before shaking his head and patting Gaston’s shoulder “like that would be the first time people got to see your junk. Let’s not forget the crazy dare Maddie had you doing last year” he recalled while he heading towards the restaurant so they could place their order. He was hungry and tired since he didn’t get any sleep thanks to his sister and then Maddie’s crazy messages.

“Uh, I will live and die by that dare. It was one of the proudest moments in my life, and hey --”. Gaston looked down at his own jeans and back up again. “I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,”. Following Anthony into the restaurant, he slid into a booth across from the boy and sighed. There was a slight inkling in his mind why Anthony wanted to meet up today but Gaston wouldn’t approach the topic unless the other brought it up. It was, after all, something he didn’t care to relive or remember. “You’re lucky I always have this period free or else you’d be eating alone here, you know,”. 

Bros for life? || Tres and Tone

#anthony1 #anthony

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gastonthejr:

There was nothing like a good fight, and while Junior wasn’t used to fighting his twin for real instead of for fun, or to being legitimately angry during, it filled him with that familiar adrenaline buzz. Even as his jaw took a hit that he knew would be sore after, all it did was make him smile. Abby would kiss it better or ice it and they’d laugh about how easy this fight was to win. Of course, first he’d have to win to make that come true. He’d have to let out a hiss of air as his brother’s knee came into contact with his tightened abs and take it like a man, though his brother’s word gave him momentary pause. 

Don’t. What did Don’t even mean? Everything had already been done. It was too late for warnings.

With that settled in his mind and his breath back in his body, Junior charged at his twin, body hunched over and moving fast, aiming at the jaw, side, chin, nose, and landing some and missing others. It didn’t matter. He could’ve knocked his twin over and sat on him and punched his eyes out, or shoved him against the wall like G3 had done, but those were coward’s tactics, the things someone who was afraid of a fair fight out do - Junior wasn’t afraid to dodge and parry like a real man, to land a hard knock against his brother’s ear that pushed him back some. He collected his breath in the meantime, tensing up his whole body and taking stock of his strength. He could fight all day if he had to. Hell, he wanted to. It was the least Abby’s honor deserved.

When flurries of fists were being thrown against him, Tony’s instinct made him bring his arms up and his body tighten to bare what was to come. Already, he could hear their father’s voice in his head, encouraging and egging them on in a twisted way to train his little twin boys up. Since growing up, Tony much preferred having a reason to fight than be a neanderthal about it all -- and in his mind Abby was certainly no girl worth fighting for. But there really wasn’t a choice in the matter here when they were already in the thick of it. The few hits Junior managed to land were hard, but the pain that came with it was dulled by the adrenaline that coursed through Tony’s veins. Returning the same barrage of punches, he aimed as best he could through his not so swollen eye, only to feel his knuckles connect with Junior’s body a few times. What finally made Tony stop was a hard hit against his ear that made it ring. He felt himself stumble back, thudding against the dresser behind him that braced him incase he fell.  Had it been any one else, for anyone else, Tony would have bucked up and fought until he won. That was the only way he learned and knew how to finish a fight. But the fact that it was his twin on the receiving end, with a look on his face that said he was never giving in any time soon, made Tony slide down against the dresser and sit on the ground. His chest heaved to catch his breath, arms falling to his sides to show he wasn’t retaliating anymore. “Not worth it,” he huffed, anger and bitterness bubbling beneath just the few words. It wasn’t worth telling Junior what had really happened. It wouldn’t achieve anything but erode their brotherhood even further. Turning his head to cast his gaze elsewhere than Junior, he muttered. “..Just fuck off,”. 

#iS THIS #is this whAT the hard punch was set up for #idk IF YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE IT I CAN #junior1 #junior

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Dizzy: Okay, so for anyone who would like to judge my life choices, I did not knowingly double dip with my cousin's fuck buddy.

Dizzy: I THOUGHT I was sleeping with his identical brother who I had the bad judgment to think maybe liked me.

Dizzy: THEY HAVE THE SAME NAME AND THE SAME FACE LITERALLY ANYONE COULD MAKE THIS MISTAKE!

Dizzy: So if people could please not talk about it, I would really appreciate it. I don't need that constant reminder that I literally gave my vcard to a flaming pile of garbage.

Tony: This ... this explains a lot..

Tony: I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended

#dizzy

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abigailtremaine:

Abby snorted derisively at Gaston’s dramatic confession. “Beast, you are such a loser,” she told him, suddenly feeling as if the status quo had been restored. The last few minutes had been beyond confusing and weird, had left her head spinning and lingering questions about what she was thinking in the back of her mind, but as soon as he was bumbling on and on about wetting the bed and her never being a bigger fool than him, it was like a weight had been lifted off of Abby’s shoulders. “And an idiot, too. You think I don’t know that already? Your twin’s been my best friend since we were little kids. He told me everything, we had so much fun making fun of you for that. Sometimes we even snuck in and dumped water on you just to make you think you’d done it again,” Abby said, giggling as fond memories of her antics with Junior bubbled up to the forefront. God, she felt better. What was she wasting her time being mad at her best friend for? So what if he’d slept with her cousin – she’d made out with his twin, they were even now. And they had so much to talk about, so much new ammo for mocking him about after this bizarro encounter.

“Thanks, Tres, I feel so much better now! Because no matter what I do or what I’m feeling, I could never possibly be as lame as you are. Have a nice life,” Abby said with a maniacal laugh. If he’d still been facing her, she would have pinched his cheeks to mock him, but instead, he’d hidden his face. And a good thing, too – for the millionth time in her life, she thought to herself that this total dork didn’t deserve to share a face with her favorite person in the world. Yeah, it might take some more time to get back to normal still; maybe the slight boost in Abby’s mood would fade as soon as she was left alone to her thoughts again. But as she scurried back up onto the rock and gathered her towel, she at least could take satisfaction that all those years ago, she’d totally gotten the better twin friend out of the deal. “Oh, and for the record?” Abby called over her shoulder as she made to go. “Your brother’s still a way better kisser! But good luck using that ‘I wet the bed’ line on all the girls you try to get with, it’s super hot.”

He was wrong, and if there was a moment he couldn’t afford it, it was now. Gaston looked at Abby, the 180 degree change in her mood completely baffling him. She was so mercurial he had a hard time believing whether or not she was genuine. Was she lying now? Or was she lying before? If she had been lying before, it only verified his nightmare of being used as a pawn in her twisted game. A shiver drove down Gaston’s spine as he remembered he had actually kissed this devil of a person back. Worst yet, she was right. He was an idiot. An idiot for thinking for a moment in time that maybe the girl really felt hurt and that their age long feud could be set aside momentarily. Abigail was, after all, his twin’s best friend. Although their friendship -- if you could even call it that -- never flourished the same way, it didn’t mean he was heartless towards someone close to his own family, especially when it seemed like they truly needed compassion in the moment. They all had, after all, grown up together. Evidently, that only meant something to Tony and him alone.  His hands dropped lamely to his side as he watched Abigail wade through the water and get up to leave. There was no backtalk to be had when all he could do was feel his heart pound angrily against his ribcage, still stunned in trying to figure out this enigma of a person. There was a pang of hurt in his chest though no one would ever be able to tell considering how heated with anger his expression looked. It wasn’t derived from the words she was saying now, but from how far she had crossed beyond the line of their usual teasing, pranking and crassness. All Gaston could do was watch the brunette go, his hand running through his messy wet locks as he swore to himself never to believe in Abigail ever again. Muttered profanities  were under his breath as he realized all the consequences that were to come from what was supposed to have been a simple afternoon. 

#abigail1 #abigail #what a good thread this was some good ass angst fam #ok off to work byE

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charminglychad:

Now I would, you see, but I don’t want to. Knowing how I spend my day is a blessing to most people, it’s not my fault you’re uncultured and can’t appreciate it.

Uncultured? Oh, well I can show you uncultured. It comes in the form of my fist with your ugly mug and has the side bonus of wiping that dumb look from your face. Uncultured is pretty great if it means being very different from you.

#chad

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itsjustjakeporter:

“Can do, buckaroo.” Jake began to twine the flowers with skill. It was completed in about five minutes, with other white flowers intertwined in, “Here.” A small smile, “Hope you like it.”

Gaston took the crown offered to him, an almost smile on his lips. He looked around to spot that no one was remotely near them before he sighed and placed it atop of his head. “..How do I look?” he chuckled.

#jake

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devillanseeva:

Seeva pursed her lips, ‘’Too late?’’ She replied in a confused voice, ‘’Could’ve just ignored my ass if you were gonna be no help,’’ 

“Well what do you expect me to do? Aside from doing my own hair, what makes you think I can help anyone with theirs, let alone yours? I’ll probably just make it worse so if that’s what you’re going for, sure I’ll ‘help’ you,”.

#seeva

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gastonthejr:

Gaston Junior hadn’t given himself any breathing room before hurrying down to his twin’s room. The blood was pumping hard and angry through his body and he knew what to do when he got like this - there was only one thing to do, and only one person who deserved it. After all, if Abby had kissed the dude she hated, it had to be because she was tricked, right? And even if that wasn’t why, though he refused to entertain the thought that it might be anything else, Gaston the Third already shared everything else with him. They shared clothes and football and even the same name, for crying out loud, and Junior didn’t mind, but he needed one thing in this whole world to be his own and Abigail Tremaine had always been his. 

And sure, it was in a platonic way, and she could do shit with anyone she wanted to, just like Junior could, so he wasn’t mad at her. But there was no reason good enough for his own brother to break his trust like that.

He got to the door and knocked on it, waiting not so patiently until it opened. His fist was all queued up and ready to go, and it crashed into a face that was basically identical to his the second it was in the doorway with a satisfyingly loud thud. 

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The drama of the last several days had thrown Gaston the Third effectively for a loop. He was never used to being the centre of this sort of attention, in fact, he spent as much effort as he could staying away from it. Being in any way linked to Abigail or making Junior upset was always something he avoided. That was the reason that for the last two days, he had found solace in his own room away from everyone. A part of him naively thought that this would blow over without any sort of consequences, but Tony knew it was inevitable.  When a fateful knock came to Tony’s door, he had already had an inkling who it might have been on the other side. Call it a twin’s intuition, but he took in a deep breath to brace himself for whatever was to come as he opened the door. Without barely even a second to say anything, Tony felt a fist connect to his eye, spreading a dull soreness through his face. “What the fuck!” he groaned, knowing he likely deserved the sucker punch yet angry for it anyway. Multiple scenarios had originally played in his mind as to how all this could have been resolved, but years of growing in the Legume household had given Tony his signature way of dealing with any problem. Without so much as a warning, he moved forward to shove Junior back against the wall behind him, wasting no time in throwing his own punch into the side of his brother’s jaw. Grasping hold of Junior’s shirt, Tony made a swift move to pull his twin down, bringing his own knee up to meet with Junior’s abdomen. “Don’t,” Tony let go as he warned, huffing as he tried to look at his twin through an already swelling eye. 

#I'm supposed to be sleeping this is the one reply i shall do >:D #its perfectly fine!! #junior1 #junior #also im terrible writing fights so if you want me to change something i can def do that

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Rumor has it you're a less gross version of your twin

“The only truth from me to Junior follows,”

#idk i just wanna to skrrrrt dodge this question bc he loves jr #junior #ask #Anonymous

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Rumor has it you only like Ally because she's the only person who doesn't think you're shitty

“It’s none of your business what’s going on between myself and Ally. I don’t have to explain anything to you about why I might like her or vice versa. So you can bug off now,”. 

#i nEED to go sleep stop sucking me back in #ask #ally #Anonymous

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@worldxfmyown

#OK LAST ONE #i sWEAR #work tonight so be back tomorrow bye friends #ally #muse

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The beauty you see in me  is a reflection of you.

Rumi (via wnq-writers)

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#ally #muse #im going to bed now but here have this

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Which Legume is your favorite? Gil, Gaston Jr, or Gaston the Third?

“Hmm, that’s a good question! I’ll have to really think about it. Oh I know! My favourite Legume is………”

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#Anonymous #im sorrry if this offends anyone but #i #okbye