[ the wording may not make it too obvious, but. this is a text tony sent out to every device with a connection to the network; why he didn't just make a normal update? reasoning lost to the ages. ]
[Jack doesn't give a fuck about that carpet, or the fine, expensive hardwood floors underneath it. He's waiting, stepping into the ring of fire that's still burning down around Johnny. The prince takes a long look at him, drinking in the sight of Johnny before kissing him. Jack's lips curl into a smirk while their mouths are still pressed together.]
If you ever call me 'prince marshmallow' again, I'll have you exiled.
[It's an idle threat. Jack would send a chopper after him immediately after. Jack walks over to the door, opening it to dismiss the men already standing guard outside of it. They won't hear anything that they haven't heard before, but still. A little privacy.]
[ Johnny hums as he leans into the kiss, addicted to the sweetness of his lover's lips. It's forbidden, his affair with Jack Benjamin, the beautifully sleek Crown Prince of this great nation, but Johnny doesn't care. To him, it's not the promise of the crown that matters, but the way his mouth fits against his, how Jack writhes and arches and sinks his claws deep into him when they make love on these sheets.
He follows after him, silently thrilled at the fact that Jack seemed so fearless, having stepped into his personal space even before the little flames died down. He comes around behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, nuzzling against his ear when the door closes and leaves them in the privacy of his room again. The prince and his bodyguard; isn't that such a delightful thing? ]
[ on the bed, dotted with rose petals is the latest kindle, chock full with each and every one of jack's favorite books that johnny's made note of through the years they've been together, wrapped carefully with a blue bow.
when jack picks it up, johnny shuts the door from behind it and starts to strum is ukulele because he just is that kind of fellow. eyeliner and all. c:
is he singing la vie en rose in nearly perfect french? yes. yes, he is. ]
[Jack knew that something was up, suspected it because everything was far too quiet. And during their years together, there is one thing that he's learned and learned well: Johnny Storm is never quiet.
He picks up the kindle, pleased by the few titles that he sees before the music starts. (Does a ukulele even count as music? They've debated that more than once before.)
Jack smiles at him, waiting for him to finish before he closes the distance between them, leaning in to kiss Johnny before asking:]
Beautiful. Now tell me what you've done.
[It's a tease, as if all of this was done as some sort of apology.]
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caption: thought of you.
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april 1
you know all those times we had sex without protection
well I'm pregnant
and the baby is yours
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also we've never had sex in a supply closet
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@ stacy's moms. mass text.
u might be the one...
who owns this ring. is this urs?
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things are never on fire
it's just that fire is always on things
[ /showerthoughts ]
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What's burning this time?
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No. Why?
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did we know shadow was pregnant
because a very small fuzzy squirmy thing just came out of her and she clawed my hand to ribbons when I went closer to see what it was
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give her space. she can do the job herself.
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ABO VERSE (when johnny starts wheedling for bean #2)
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heres me and you
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do no get salsa in her eye, johnny.
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[Jack doesn't give a fuck about that carpet, or the fine, expensive hardwood floors underneath it. He's waiting, stepping into the ring of fire that's still burning down around Johnny. The prince takes a long look at him, drinking in the sight of Johnny before kissing him. Jack's lips curl into a smirk while their mouths are still pressed together.]
If you ever call me 'prince marshmallow' again, I'll have you exiled.
[It's an idle threat. Jack would send a chopper after him immediately after. Jack walks over to the door, opening it to dismiss the men already standing guard outside of it. They won't hear anything that they haven't heard before, but still. A little privacy.]
Is your heart still so set on campfire cuisine?
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[ Johnny hums as he leans into the kiss, addicted to the sweetness of his lover's lips. It's forbidden, his affair with Jack Benjamin, the beautifully sleek Crown Prince of this great nation, but Johnny doesn't care. To him, it's not the promise of the crown that matters, but the way his mouth fits against his, how Jack writhes and arches and sinks his claws deep into him when they make love on these sheets.
He follows after him, silently thrilled at the fact that Jack seemed so fearless, having stepped into his personal space even before the little flames died down. He comes around behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, nuzzling against his ear when the door closes and leaves them in the privacy of his room again. The prince and his bodyguard; isn't that such a delightful thing? ]
If I said yes, do you have a surprise planned?
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babe
babe
can i be harry potter for halloween
for reasons
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when jack picks it up, johnny shuts the door from behind it and starts to strum is ukulele because he just is that kind of fellow. eyeliner and all. c:
is he singing la vie en rose in nearly perfect french? yes. yes, he is. ]
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He picks up the kindle, pleased by the few titles that he sees before the music starts. (Does a ukulele even count as music? They've debated that more than once before.)
Jack smiles at him, waiting for him to finish before he closes the distance between them, leaning in to kiss Johnny before asking:]
Beautiful. Now tell me what you've done.
[It's a tease, as if all of this was done as some sort of apology.]
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