do y’all have this fear when you’re writing a character that’s originally presented as your typical rough asshole type but you’re making him more soft than they actually are? like you’re writing him out of character. cuz i do. especially when it’s about oc x canon fanfics.
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“When will you stop calling me Mr. Stark?”
“I don’t know… never? It is your name, yeah?”
“Uh-huh, I know it, but Pete, you know you can call me Tony, right? Or anything you want, for that matter. You have my permission, sweetheart.”
“Oh, Sweetheart, I like it! Anything I want, huh, Dr. Stark?”
“Ugh… I brought that on myself, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. However, I have a question to ask you.”
“Sure, ask away.”
“Um, I know it sounds silly, but I can’t help but feel like you’ve lived all these moments with others too. And no, I don’t judge you or anything, but it’s just… everyone you’ve ever been with has had the privilege to call you by your name and just… ugh, what I’m trying to say is, I love you, Mr. Stark, I truly do. But I want to come up with something that would be only mine! And I’m rambling again, I’m sorry… Anyway, my question is, can you wait for me to do that, please?”
“Oh, Pete, I didn’t know you felt this way. I’m so sorry you’ve gone through so much distress because of it. But Pete, sweetheart, the love of my life, never, you hear me, never question yourself around me, okay? I can’t change my past actions, but I don’t even remember their names, honey. You are the one for me… all I can think about all day is you and just how much I love you.”
“It’s always Peter,” Tony whispered, looking deep into Peter’s eyes and leaving faint kisses across his face. Peter’s bright, relieved smile reassured Tony that everything would be alright.
“Thank you…I think I came up with something for just us. What do you think of Anthony?” Peter said teasingly, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. Tony’s eyes lit up with amusement. He was all too eager to hear his boyfriend call him that.
“I love it, Peter. Anything you want, sweetheart, anything you want,” he replied with a hint of amusement. If anyone who knew him saw him now, they could easily tell how fond he was of the young pretty man standing before him.
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You ever read a fic that follows the plot of atwow and you get to the part where they go to help payakan and your palms start getting all sweaty and your heart starts racing because you don’t know what the writer has planned
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Dead end job headcanon post for Valentines Day because they're the only thing that matters to me
- Autistic power couple honestly
- Coffin stays over at Briefcase and Brendon's on the weekends
- Very co-dependent
- their love language is quality time :3
- they go on late night walks a lot
- they're an old married couple and I don't take criticism
- Coffin carries Briefcase to bed when he overworks himself
- Coffin has a lot of nicknames for Briefcase, though he usually uses “Love” or “Dear”
- Coffin only lets a few people call him Finn and Briefcase is one of those people (Also Electracey)
- they're so doomed by the narrative it hurts me
- I just think they cuddle a lot, Coffin’s probably touch-starved
- They try on each other's glasses for fun, but they have completely different prescriptions so they can't see anything lol
- coffin takes great care of all the flowers Briefcase gives him for valentines day
- They also always hang out at a cemetery or take a walk in the woods for Valentine's Day
- “The bad bitch I pulled by being autistic”
- Coffin usually cooks for them but Briefcase has a basic knowledge of cooking
- they both gossip to eachother about everything
Happy valentines day from the sillies :3
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Okay okay I know the death doula is causing a lot of discourse rn but I’m not focused on that I’m more focused on the potential my brain supplied from this idea, I mean a living funeral and buck interested in some capacity to a death doula this in my head can so easily equal buck making slightly morbid comments about his death and near death experiences or saying something about how he understands why someone would want a living funeral and he would wanna know what it would be like and then Eddie just having an absolutely batshit response to Buck nonchalantly talking about his death
(like for any teen wolf fans remember that scene where stiles goes off at Lydia saying “See, that's the problem. You–you don't care about getting hurt. But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freakin' mind. You see, death doesn't happen to you, Lydia. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it!” )
IMAGINE SOME VERSION OF THAT ITS SO GOOD IT MAKES MY BRAIN SCREECH INCOHERENTLY
Like imagine IMAGINE it alter it to your liking add a reference to Christopher losing another parent or saying how he was dead (for 3 minutes and 17 seconds) and how Buck has no idea how that felt
UGH IT ACTUALLY MAKES ME FERAL TO THINK ABOUT
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Kiara sighs and pulls away finally. “We should get ready.”
Rafe’s hand on her hip pulls her back to his chest and Kiara stumbles slightly, “We can get away with it.”
“Mmm don’t think so,” Kiara plays with the undone buttons of his shirt, “The maid of honor and the brother of the bride missing? That’s pretty big.”
“And what if we’re fashionably late?” His hand trails up higher on Kiara’s torso, lifting up her shirt in the process, “Give them something to talk about?”
“That—” Kiara’s breath hitches, “That could work.”
Fic: KRCG Chapter 11
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