Son Of Stark

"That a request, or demand?"

alphalewolf

#re: charming

"Hmmm… tough decision. I may have to get back to you on that one."

"Sure you do. I know that smile."

"Well… good. I’m proud of me too."

"Now, what are our plans for tonight? I hope you’ve got something fun going on for your hard working not-husband. He really kinda deserves it."

"I've got two options. There's pizza and bowling downtown. They've got the glow in the dark bowling, and it's dollar pitcher nights for beer."

"Or there's the standard watch shitty tv and fuck all night."

"— No. The exact opposite, actually. And we’re not even married to begin with!"

"Yet."

"I'm just teasing. I know you're doing this the right way, like I did it. Work hard, ground up. Make things happen. I'm proud of you babe."

"And I told you, that wouldn’t be independent of me. And it sure as hell wouldn’t be growing up. You have to deal with unpleasant people in life. It sucks, but it’s there. At least I get paid while doing it. Besides, I’m in college, now. I’m meant to have a minimum wage job that comes with a shitty boss.”

"But ... you could jsut be my trophy husband, and wear sexy skimpy clothes and make everyone else jealous and parade around the house all day ... doesn't that sound so much more independant?"

"Slow. Which is bullshit, because even when we have like, zero customers, he still won’t let me use the time to go over my lecture notes."

"Dude, I told you, I can buy this place up and like fire the guy. He's a money grubbin' jerkwad."

"— It’s okay. You can drop the act for a second… the dragon’s outside, having a smoke break."

"damn, and I had a whole schtick."

"How's it goin' babe?"

"Oh, well. Fancy seeing you here.”

"Mmm, yes, I was wondering if you could help me young man ... I'm in the market for records."

#v: golden armor

”Oh please — have a little faith, Octavio.” The wolf scoffs and looks over at the male with a smirk gracing his lips. “I may be a jackass, but I keep good on my promises. Hurry up before I change my mind.” Of course it was understandable for Steven to be leery of Logan. He’d given him no reason to trust him — ever.

#charming #clumsy but charming

Steven grumbled, before nodding, "Fine. But if you're screwing with me, I will get you. Not a threat, a certainty."

dailyderekhale

#charming

”Quit whining, man.” Logan says with a chuckle as he shakes his head and stands from the chair, the wolf walking right past Dummy without any problems. “You really want out, Steven? Then c’mon — we’ll walk out together. He won’t attack me.”

#stevenoctaviostark #▓ fangs and avengers;#▓ queue;#lycanstark

"you're going to trick me. At the last minute you'll jump out of the way and he'll spray me with oil."

stevenoctaviostark:

"Why don’t I walk right through your face." he all but growled. Taking a breath, Steven held the drill at his side, before walking for the door.

Dummy immediatly served in front of him, and Steven stomped his foot, “Move!”

He ended up smacking Dummy in the side, who responded by hitting him with his only arm, “Ow!”

Logan merely sits there, completely unfazed by Steven’s threats as he tilts his head and waits expectantly. The scene that unfolds before him, has the wolf laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe. “And the morning just keeps getting better and better. —— Hey! Don’t abuse Dummy.”

"I'm not abusing him! He's metal, I'm flesh!" Steven huffed, before walking back into the lab, "That's going to bruise ..."

”Sounds awesome … just one thing — ” Logan pauses and smirks as he brings an ankle to rest onto his knee absently. “Gotta get through the door first — c’mon, Steven, you can do it, just walk right through.”