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I don’t think there’s a moment to accurately describe the moment you most realize the helplessness that Johnathan feels helpless to save his little brother is in Season 2 Episode Nine where Joyce first begins to turn up the heat to remove Him from Will where he turns to hug Nancy and sobs. 

You can’t help but finally see where he’s coming from as an older brother and even in those moments when he was talking to Will on the bed consoling him over the nickname Zombie boy it still doesn’t portray just how much he loves his brother. 

And the way his voice cracked at “Mom.” and she shouts “NO!”

“Do you ship-“

“Not all of us are machinery." You notified him softly. You recall another time when youtold him this. "Listen. It's my brother laughing with a woman. The sounds of love. Granted she's going to be ticked when she finds out it was all fa-" You’re cut off when you turn around to see him right in front of you. Too close to be considered platonic.

Close enough that you can smell the mint he popped in his mouth earlier.

"You know." He smiles his eyes dilated as he tucks a hair behind your ear. "I'm starting to think Garcia and Morgan are right." His eyes flicker to your lips which subconsciously part. His thumb rubbed a circle over your cheek gently. "Maybe we should just follow our hearts." He whispers practically breathless.

Your hand reaches up and you feel his pulse rise rapidly through the sweater vest he wears. "I've been reliably informed I don't have one." You counter playfully biting your bottom lip. He leans in as do you in some trust that neither will pull away. Your eyelids flutter close and your noses brush briefly before leaning in closer and...

Okay, out of all the Homunculus’s the one that caught my attention the most was Envy. The way he was quick with his tongue and funnily enough he seemed the most human out of the rest of them. When he spoke of humans in disdain you could briefly hear the admiration in it. 

Talking about how humans didn’t know how to give up. Didn’t know how to choose the smarter choice to be better for the better of humanity, how they made the same mistakes, followed up the idea that people were so funny. I think he envied how he couldn’t quite understand it. 

You know how you look down at your little siblings watching them whisper and you’re entertained at how silly they look plotting. You know they’re not going to be able to sneak those cookies into their room but that doesn’t stop them from trying and even though they get in trouble you kinda wish they thought to include you?

That’s what I think he feels. 

Havasu’s beautiful Double Rainbow

Tony Stark

(Mentions Kissing, Cussing)

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Surprisingly he’s nervous. You can tell in the way he’s pours the glass all the way to the top instead of halfway like he normally does. Of course you ask him and he shakes his head telling you a simple joke. 

“Deflecting as always Stark.” You call him out. He admires that about you. Unafraid to be upfront and honest with him. 

“Y/N. This is going to be a problem isn’t it?” 

“What are you talking about?” You ask watching him walk away from you. “Always a game with you isn’t it , Stark?” And when you walk onto the terrace you’re surrounded by fairy lights and a small table with a white table cloth with a single candle and a small pyramid of cheeseburgers from your favorite fast food restaurant. 

“This... it’s a problem Y/N. I’ve spent so long thinking and pondering about why I can’t get your face out of my head. I was in the workshop and instead of being able to focus on how to create a better energy for Stark Tower,  I was thinking about how great your ass looks in that outfit. For the two hours that I slept today-”

“Tony Stark! Only two hours?” you gasp.

“Y/N L/N! You interrupted me which is so rude.” He mimics your disapproving gasp before his face gets serious again and he sets down the glass of whiskey that he never managed to quite finish. “What I’m trying to say is that you’re so distracting and it’s got to stop. I can’t always be daydreaming about you. Obviously I came up with a solution to fix that.”

“So what is that solution?” You asked curiously

Tony looks to the sky before he looks to you playfully. “Don’t you see the luxurious meal I got for us? Cheeseburgers, My favorite. But instead of from my favorite restaurant it’s from yours. I’m asking you on a date L/N.” 

You laughed before nodding walking forward and giving him a hug burying your face in his shoulder to hide the stupid smile spreading across your face. He smelled of oil and whiskey and of something burnt. You didn’t need to stroke his ego any more then it already was. “Uhhh, as lovely as this hug is, I’m still going to need a verbal confirmation sweetheart.” Tony teases his hands resting on your waist warm to the touch.

So you laughed and with each of your hands resting on his cheeks you pulled him into a kiss before you lost the courage and you could feel him jolt in surprise before reciprocating. His lips were slightly chapped and you could taste the whiskey and blueberries? on him. He kissed you the way any woman would want to be. 

Like you were treasured , and he wanted you to know that he loved you, with all of him even if he didn’t think he could ever deserve you. Each intoxicating moment was coated in care and his hands, still rested on your hips as though afraid to go anywhere else. 

Despite his reputation his kiss remained innocent... didn’t mean you weren’t left wanting more though. 

“That enough of a confirmation for you?” you grin.

“Since it wasn’t verbal we may just have to do it again.”

“Tony!”

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