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vaguely-concerned · 3 years

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I like to imagine that TF has one of those contagious laugh (his real one, I imagine he has plenty of others, including one that’s he counts as a ‘real laugh’ but Graves knows it’s just his ‘mask-laugh’ if u know what I’m saying) Like the one where you just start wheezing, can’t breathe, and your whole face turns red? And the people around you just start chuckling and laughing even if they have no idea what’s going on. That one.

Graves is also probably the only (living) person who’s heard it, and it makes his day whenever TF laughs like that even if it’s at him because A. Husband happy and B. He can’t help but losing his shit too over it because it’s so contagious.

Absolutely 100%, you are correct, anon, I heartily concur! :D I think in general one of TF's most endearing qualities is his ability to (or almost inability not to) find humour and delight in small things -- he's sort of got a brain set up for amusement, even in dark times. And often when in company I think you're also right that he does that mostly internally and you only see it around the edges, but when he actually lets it shine through honestly it's so inviting, I think that's where a lot of his charm comes in.

As for Graves' side of that... please have a snippet from my TF POV WIP, because I'm having trouble putting it into non-fiction words haha. (Context: it's when they're pretty young but they've been partners for about five years, and TF is patching Graves up after a bar fight. Graves is a) pretty drunk and b) somehow still not aware that he's in love, TF is but he's like not happy about it what do you mean I have to have feelings lol)

“There,” I mutter to myself as I trail my finger along the edge of the bandage, hooking it under just a little to test the give. “This okay? Not too tight? Try flexing your arm a bit. Well, the gun show is nice too, but I was mostly thinkin’ about if it was slipping or anythin’ like that,” I add on a laugh, as he wiggles his eyebrows and flexes his — in all fairness very impressive — biceps at me like a strongman showing off to the crowd.

“Feels fine,” he states.

“Looks fine too,” I agree, and then, at the woozy grin he shoots me at that, laugh helplessly again and manage: “I was talking about the bandage, you — gods, just — just stop that before you start bleedin’ all over the place again, you dumbass!”

“I can do the other one too, Doc, if you need the comparison,” he offers gallantly, demonstrating. Having to lean my elbow against the table to stay upright through the giggles I reach out and try to gently pull his arm down before he causes himself a mischief or accidentally topples everything on the table somehow, though I’m finding it extremely hard to actually be discouraging in the face of that glimmer in his eyes that comes out so rarely, and never unless it’s just the two of us — that small moment of unselfconscious silliness seemingly for no other reason than to make me laugh.

A glint of what, if you didn’t know any better or in anyone else, you’d almost call innocence. Like the sun peeking through turbulent clouds briefly, and feeling all the sweeter for it.

I trail my hand from his forearm and down to his shoulder as I thankfully manage to get him to let his arm sink and stop the bandage-threatening flexing (with only a slight sting of regret, despite what evil tongues might have you believe of me and my character). He grins, seemingly satisfied, and lets me rest my hand on his chest to steady myself while I catch my breath.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re damn right, T.F., no more freebies. If you wanna see the full show you better pay up first,” he announces, affecting the air of a carnival barker and rubbing his fingers together in the universal sign for ‘money money money, my friends’. That sets me right off again so much that I’m forced to gently collapse against him until my forehead rests against his shoulder, though I’ve still got enough presence of mind left to not lean too much of my weight against his poor battered torso.

“Considering that you’ve already got your shirt off I’m afraid to ask what the ‘full show’ entails,” I gasp out against his chest. He smells like blood and sweat and smoke and spilled brandy right now, and my body doesn’t seem to mind it, which should tell you all you need to know about the wisdom of bodies.

Graves gives a rumbling self-satisfied chuckle and pats me companionably on the back. “You couldn’t handle the full show, buster.”

“If you say somethin’ about being too much man for one set of eyes to handle I’m out of here,” I threaten ineffectually, flopping bonelessly against him.

“Like I said, I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ without the sweet tinkle of some silver krakens between my hands, Tobias.”

#tf x graves #league of legends #my writing #*me wiping a tear from my eye* they're so dumb your honor I love them

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hanniejji · 4 years

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late greetings

[ bakugou katsuki x y/n ]

summary: bakugou had the most explosive birthday, everyone greeted his less-angry ass and they even took him out to eat his favorite food. he wasn't sure tho, because the whole day he had to spend his birthday without you. until it was pass his curfew...

note: istfg i almost missed his birthday wtf it's definitely not bc i forgot hehe but HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAKUGOU OUR LITTLE GREMLIN UWU | m.list

words: 923 | warnings: colorful vocabulary hehe

"How do you even eat this!?"

"Shut up, dunce face, it's not even that spicy."

"I don't know man, I feel like my throat's on fire."

Taking the whole class A-1 to his favorite food chain was the most hilarious shit he has ever seen. Especially when his favorite food chain consisted of spicy and hot foods.

He even had the luxury of watching the half-and-half bastard wheeze for some cold water because he claimed the food to be 'incompatible' with his taste. Yes, he did celebrate his past birthdays with his family and he was contented, but having his friends around him on this not-so-special day and having fun definitely topped his eighth birthday when he received his first All Might figurine.

"It was your stupid idea to come here, not mine."

"Well, it's your birthday so we're gonna have to suck it up like a man and enjoy the things you love!" Kirishima let out a battle cry while devouring his food, with a very very red face. That was definitely not from how spicy the food was.

A violent cough was heard from the other side of the table, followed by a panicking screech.

"D-Deku! Are you alright!?"

"I'm fine..."

If he had a camera he would have recorded all of their reactions on his choice of food. It was definitely something to remember.

But there was something missing...

Oh, that's right.

You weren't there with them.

He didn't know where you went to, he just saw you sprinting out of the classroom after class, throwing a birthday card at him and yelling a greeting.

Yep, that didn't really hurt him.

He wanted to spend the day with you, lounging in his bed and just drinking in your presence with your little warm kisses.

Where's that dumbass, anyway?

"Bakubro? Something wrong?"

Kirishima nudged his side with his elbow, gulping down the ice cold water he got from Todoroki.

"Nothing, just finish your food so I could finally go rest, shitty hair."

He decided, any day without you just doesn't feel right he's gonna deny that shit forever in his whole life though.

"Goodnight, Ka-chan! Happy birthday!"

"That's the fifth time that you said that, idiot."

Normally, he would've said that in a very aggressive tone and might even throw something at the poor cinnamon, but he was feeling extra nice today, so he gave a blind eye and went to the elevator to his dorm.

"I've already told them to not buy me shit, but no, they didn't fucking listen," he grumbled, shifting the fives boxes of varying sizes and a good amount of paper bags in his arms.

But truthfully, he was thankful for them.

Although he wished you were there beside him too.

"Stupid Y/n," he scoffed, trying not to dampen his good mood. Maybe you were just too busy and will make it up to him tomorrow? He wasn't too sure but he didn't want to get his hopes up either.

Struggling against the different weights in his arms, he grumpily trudge to his dorm, opening his door with such difficulty.

His nose was hit with the sweet scent of caramel and vanilla.

"What the hell?"

What surprised him was the flickering of warm lights hanged around his dark room, a large white blanket connect on his ceiling and falling like a tent around the edges of his bed, lots of fluffy pillows are those newly washed duvets thank fucking god he definitely needed to wash his, junk foods and drinks on the floor beside his bed, and a laptop that seems to have a movie set up on the screen.

"H-hey, Katsuki..."

Was that an angel he heard? God, just this morning he was listening to that voice but he missed it so much already.

His eyes traveled to your huddled form on the bed, wrapped in a large thick blanket and a nervous smile on your face.

Fuck, I'm in love.

"What are you doing here?"

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was mad now that his face sported scrunched eyebrows and pouted-fucking kissable-lips, but his eyes shone like the stars from how relieved he was that you didn't forgot his birthday.

He wasn't petty, he was sure of it.

"I wanted to spend your birthday with me alone, but I thought you'd also love to be with everyone else, so I told them to—uhm—distract... you a bit?"

God, he wants to squish that huddled form of yours in his strong arms and pepper your face with so many kisses from how much his heart swelled with love.

"You should've just come with us and you'd still have alone time with me either way."

"I wanted to do something special, ok!" you pouted.

Ah, is that a smile on his face?

You love him enough to actually give him something special? Thank lord it was dark, he'd be embarrassed if you ever see the blush on his face.

He sets the boxes and paper bags down, scurrying his way in your open arms and placing his face on the crook of your neck.

God, you smelled great.

"Go change into something comfortable, ok? I'll be here the whole night," you cooed, scratching his scalp and pressing lingering kisses on his temple.

"You better be, you have half a day to make up to."

His heart fluttered at the sound of your giggle, the sound vibrating from your chest.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki."

Yep, this topped all of his and incoming birthdays.

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skinks · 4 years

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ok so i'm new to reddie & so this may be wack, BUT... there is a scene i cannot get out of my head where richie finds out eddie can sing---can like, truly, honest-to-god *sing*. idk when/where it happens. maybe the gang's mulling around in someone's basement or something & eddie's idly toying with the keyboard in the corner, & richie plops down on the beanbag in front of him, & thinking absolutely nothing of it, he says, 'Serenade me, Spaghetti.' (part 1)

(part 2) eddie rolls his eyes and switches it on. he tinkers until he finds the Wurlitzer sound. 'Ooooh,' he says, eyes humongous. 'Ooooh?' Richie echoes, curious. Eddie smiles mischievously. Then, in my head, he performs Stevie Wonder's "As" & richie watches in rapt & reverent disbelief & realizes his feelings sharply & suddenly & now desperately needs space to think etc etc. idk if anyone'd want to do something with this. i just wanted to share it tbh lol. hope all is well with u!!

All’s well with me thank you! WAY BETTER NOW because oh WOW HELLO holy shit, you say you’re new to reddie but already I’m obliterated.

I love this, I do like to hc that Eddie is a better singer than Richie, though Richie’s more enthusiastic. Like Eddie probably sings to himself under his breath when he’s alone, but when Richie and the others discover he’s got a set of pipes they encourage him to join in on car ride singalongs.

Fjdhhfhd and poor Richie, he’s just reclining with his hands behind his head when suddenly Eddie’s SINGING and all Richie’s arm hair and the tiny hairs on the back of his neck all stand on end. He’s always trying to get Eddie to join in with him when he’s making up dumbass lyrics to existing songs (Richie wants to be Weird Al), and the first time Eddie does what Richie always does with Eddie’s name, subtituting Richie’s name in some song, like he’s singing it to Richie—well, Richie goes home that day walking on air. Tosses and turns in bed grinning up at the ceiling, because what does it mean, what does it all MEAN

God now I’m getting soft thinking about them as adults, and they’ve been dancing around each other for months. They’re out at some bar on karaoke night with the Losers and Eddie’s been practically vibrating with tension all night, keeps swiping his hand over his mouth. Finally gulps down another shot, clambers over Richie and elbows his way towards the little stage area.

Richie—well, he watches him leave first, obviously, he’s a red-blooded human in love—Richie turns to see all the others looking far too innocent. Especially Bill, who still takes umbrage at being the only one to get drugged in Derry and keeps trying to slip them all something whenever they meet up.

Just imagine him!!! 🥺 Eddie dressed all fancy casual and clenching both fists around the mic as he stares, Richie’s pretty sure, at somewhere around Richie’s collarbones. He clears his throat and seems to deliberate to himself, and then undoes his very topmost button. Someone whistles—someone who isn’t Richie and it’s only Bev grabbing Richie’s arm and Stanley covering Richie’s mouth that stops him from immediately rising to the challenge.

Haha, Eddie says. Thanks. Oh god. Okay.

Richie has propped his chin in his hand and sighed watching Eddie commandeer an entire Manhattan boardroom, the time Eddie forgot to turn off Skype before his meeting, Richie left unobtrusively in the corner. Eddie had been in his element, zapping happily at graphs with his laser pointer. But now he’s reminding Richie of that time in Bill’s garage, Eddie shaking center-stage and two wheezing breaths away from a meltdown.

Then Eddie mumbles something about this being 30 years late, but here goes. His eyes raise from Richie’s collarbones to his face, and he busts out this nervous but SOLID rendition of September by Earth Wind & Fire. The entire place joins in on the ba duda ba dudas, except for Richie. The last time he heard Eddie sing it was 1992, wavering and plunging up and down the cracks of puberty, but still good. Still hair-raising. Eddie points from the hip in their direction and breaks through the noise of the crowd cheering to say, simply, Richie! Like he used to, all those years ago. Two familiar syllables shining in the wheeling rockstar darkness of a famous song, and Richie’s insides twist up with joy just as bad as his restless, lovesick teenage sheets. Because now he knows what it means

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breitzbachbea · 2 years

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You said you might want to write something and I’m in the mood for something wholesome and maybe a little fun. so if you’re feelin like it I’d love to get a little something for a ship of your choice with this prompt 🥺

Okay, so I thought about this for five minutes, raking through all the ships I have.

First thought was to be honest Lego, but with Lego, it would be so bittersweet. Because everything about this ship is bittersweet. The mere fact that Hugo would tease Leo with it, because deep down he does not expect a yes to this question ever, but even deeper down, it's the one thing he so desperately craves. Leo, who has finally, after years, given up trying to protect Hugo from himself, which includes them in their eyes.

Then - Railey would be very funny, if slightly altered of course. Robert would joke, Tahir would quip back with the truth and then Robert would think it's a joke for a few more seconds before it dawns on him.

FrUK would be hilarious as always. But also, at this point probably so familiar with each other, that it would risk erring on the bittersweet side as well. Arthur finally giving up the pretenses, speaking into existence what has been unsaid for a decade and more because. Their life is so miserable in this universe, he'd like one ray of sunshine at last. He's so tired.

Rutherphee would be patently hilarious, but Ethan would say "Yes, actually I want to do that" and then immediately die from panic attack, because do you know how much courage it took for him to open his mouth. If he hadn't said that in a frenzied panic, he would have NEVER said it.

AusHun would be very straighforward and cute. Erzsì teasing Roderich, who is flustered but as always, a headstrong romantic... Erzsì wouldn't have expected it and quite unsure what to do but when Roddy begins to monologue about the why and how and I'm sorry if you don't feel the same way, we never have to bring it up again, she shuts him up and reciprocates.

Robin and Paulus would also be patently hilarious. Especially because I am very sure they've been dating for a while and Robin is still floored someone - especially someone this put together - would want him.

However, I am going with DOTS, because I think this would be THE funniest thing and very in character. But since I cannot write it right now (and might be way too exhausted to elaborate it later), have this tiny snippet of a frame story:

"So he told you that?" Sadık asked.

Dilan still fidgeted with her fingers and avoided to look at him. Her face seemed to burn up another two degrees. "Yes."

"And then... and then, when the boy -- You fucking bailed at the end?" His grin reached from ear to ear.

"Yeah." Her voice died near the end of the word and Sadık broke into roaring laughter.

"You're a dumbass, sis," he got out in between and only wheezed so hard he bent over and slapped his knees when Dilan's furious glare hit him.

"Shut up, I panicked! What the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"Not be a fucking chicken, bawk bawk baaawk." Dilan hit him on the head and he slapped her arm away, still giggling. "Seriously, you couldn't have had it more perfectly! My god, the poor boy. He does want you, you know that, right? Right?"

#beareplies #riva

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