and if the kitchen stills from you don't know me are buck coming out to eddie? if eddie comes over to talk to buck about how fucking weird he's been recently, a little angry but a lot concerned? if buck starts getting smaller and smaller in that way only oliver stark can manage? if eddie notices and softens and asks in that gentle, no nonesense voice "buck, what is going on with you"? if buck's voice breaks as he says "eddie, i think i might be bisexual"? if all the wind is knocked out of eddie's sails and he just takes a moment to breathe in this new revelation and everything it could possibly mean? and if buck gets smaller and smaller as the silence goes on? and if eddie pulls him into a tight and tender hug that lasts a few seconds too long? what then?
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You know when Andrew does the thing where he has someone pick a number, and then he lets the other team score that many times, then shuts them out? I imagine him just standing there in the middle of the goal, leaning on his racquet, motionless, then, after the team shoots around him and scores the number, he stands up straight, gives his racquet a little twirl, and takes a defensive position. It's at this moment that the other team knows they're losing.
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I need to give love to Hunch Curio I'm obsessed he's great he's pathetic he does everything he can to find the clue he gets beaten up thrown around he pieces together leads and sees the bigger picture he's listening through the women's bathroom door like a pervert he's a dork he doesn't care for money he's serious he thrives on conflict he gets knocked down but gets back up again he throws himself in to protect a child he fights scrappy because he's learned how to get beat up he loves pleasure of discovering new things hes cannot be charming if his life depends on it he's sticks his nose where it doesn't belong and won't let go of the scent he gets mocked in the newspaper he's a pathetic bloody mew mew that doesn't quit and I'm in love
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waiting for the day cowboy!könig finally decides that enough pining is ENOUGH and just decides to ask bee out on a date.
if bee isn't already wooed enough by how nice this big and handsome man is to her all the time then imagine how much more wooed she'd be when it seems like könig *just* know what she likes and dislikes. she's probably thinking "wow! it's amazing how you can guess what i like and don't like!" and könig (nasty little bastard) is just nodding along like "yes yes of course :3 (innocently)" as if he didn't gather that info from spying on her like bffr !!
There are too many kindnesses to ignore. König is too nice to you, and you realize you've fallen for him like you remember the sky is blue. It feels like something that's always been there, nurtured with careful hands and soft works. You wonder sometimes if that's the way König is with everyone. If it's just you that thinks about him like this.
Then he touches you, looks at you a moment too long, whispers to himself with words you half catch, and you think the feeling might be mutual. Still, you'd hate to ruin a good friendship on wants and wishes.
You do your best to stay platonic. To ignore the butterflies in your stomach, the tight hope in your ribs, each time you go out with König. Not dates. You tell yourself firmly, coach yourself in the bathroom mirror. Tonight is no different. Just your weekly dinner. Your own personal thank you to König for all his help. You truly couldn't do this without him.
You bump into König as you turn away from the stove and he catches you with a gentle if firm hand on the small of your back. His eyes wide with surprise at your stumble, before they soften. Your heart pounds in your chest, your stomach fluttering with just the slightest touch from him. His hand slides off you, fingers curling like he could hold on just a moment longer if you let him.
You can't take it anymore.
You grab the front of his shirt and tug him down, pushing up on your toes to press your lips against the warm cloth of his bandana. You're not even sure you're kissing the right spot, but it feels right in the way it makes König lock up. Shit. He doesn't even touch you. You pull back, mentally kick yourself for ruining things like you always do.
König all but rips the bandana off when you do, wrapping his arms around you to press his lips to yours without the barrier. You don't have time to process the way he sighs against your mouth, barely can think past kissing him back. You never believed in the whole fireworks thing, but maybe they meant the flip in your stomach, the desperation in the slide of König's lips as he kisses you like he's just come home from war, the shudder he sends through you with just the tilt of his head.
There's nowhere for you to go, completely held by the arms around your shoulders and waist. Well, that's not completely true. You can press more firmly against König. Try to stand taller as you slide your lips against his, feel his tongue swipe against the seam of your mouth entreatingly. There's nothing that could have kicked your brain out of your head quite like his tongue twisting against yours. He's like a furnace, warming you up wherever you touch him as you lean against his broad chest.
When's the last time someone kissed you like this? Made you feel like you were something they'd never get enough of?
The smell of burning food reaches your nose and you turn your head from König's kiss with a loud panicked swear. His arms loosen around you as you turn to switch off burners and stir the pot you were supposed to be watching. Your chest heaves, a little breathless from kissing König, which- wow, first of all. Second of all, you don't really know what you're supposed to do after that.
"I suppose this is a date then?" König answers for you. You laugh, doing your best to salvage dinner.
"You should've told me I would've dressed up." You joke back. König hums, his fingers tracing over your hips to the edge of your shorts, feather light when they skim your skin. You suppress the shiver it sends down your spine.
"You always look beautiful," He tells you softly, and you duck your head, not able to keep the shiver down that time.
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i am a firm believer that the second you are pregnant, John Price either retires or starts working a desk job.
and if you feel bad about it, try saying how much he loves his job, he’ll just put his finger to your lips and say “I love you more, sweetheart.”
because he’s getting old anyway, and he’s getting tired of the death and destruction. truth be told, he thought he’d be dead by this point.
and he doesn’t want to miss a single thing. one of his friends tells him that he missed his kids first word, and john decides that’s completely unacceptable.
he just loves his family too much to leave again.
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