Tumgik
#i love giving him freckles though holy crap
witchthewriter · 1 year
Note
Hi there darling! I do thank you very much for doing this with me and I hope you enjoy yours when I get finished with it!
Three fandoms: The Hunger Games, The Witcher, and The Lord of the Rings (preferably not a hobbit or Dwarve please)
Important info: Bisexual (male matches for this please!), She/her
Personality info: Entp, Leo sun, Aries Moon, Leo Rising, Gryffindor.
-I can be either two ways when you first meet me. Sarcastic and laid back or a little rocky. Some people at first can see me as a bit of a...well...asshole, but I assure you i'm not that bad. I just come off a little strong sometimes. When you get to know me though, I am someone who is blunt, still very sarcastic, protective, and a little fiery. I also have a non caring personality for the most part...sometimes its a bit of a mask though. Speaking of which, I'm kinda like an onion (gosh I hate using that metaphor.) I have layers and the more you get to know me, the more you'll peel away. I hate being vulnerable and stray away from emotions, so I can be a bit cynical and I am soooo stubborn holy crap, but I am working on that...
Hobbies: Lets see here....I did year around, competitive swimming for ten years, so swimming is a passion of mine and forever will be. I now do Martial Arts and i'm a high belt now. I enjoy just physical activity in general, but I also like music. Music is a love of mine. Plus I like simple things such as a good book, writing (I want to be a journalist), horror movies, and going for walks at night....oh and I adore the beach!
Dislikes: Spiders, I am terrified, petrified even of spiders.
Physical features: I'm 5'3...5'4 on a good day, pale skin with brown freckles everywhere, I have very thick brown hair that goes a little past my shoulders and it has a sort of auburn color to it actually?, i'm very skinny, like a twig, very little to no curves, big brown eyes.
Aesthetics: Grungecore? its hard to explain.....honestly I am my own aesthetic at this point
Thank you so so so much! I really enjoy doing these!
Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈 
DUDE IM TERRIFIED OF SPIDERS TOO!!!
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬
Tumblr media
𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌! Oh my god, okay so he would absolutely LOVE your fire. I see Peeta as an ENFJ, many people think he might be an ENFP, but he has strong morals and is firm in what he believes. So firmly in fact, that his mind had to be medically altered for him to be under Snow's control. So whenever you feel like you're 'too much' for Peeta, know that he can stand his ground whenever he wants to. He just doesn't see the need to with you. He loves your opinions and everything you have to say. (Why are you guys my ultimate ship now???)
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
・Remembers every single detail about your life. Knows your favourite flower, memory, song, animal etc. He always uses that knowledge when giving you gifts
・Your pet names are ‘sweetheart’ and ‘honey’. Whenever he says it, his cheeks always blush a lil
・Loves it when you teach him martial art moves, he thinks it’s s interesting!!! and hot !!!
・He actually loves your sarcasm and chuckles everytime you make a comment
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
True North by Joseph Trapanese
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
・They probably hate me (Peeta) x Deeply, passionately in love … is terrible at showing it (You)
・ Aggressively Supportive
・ Tragic Past x Ray of Light
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫
Tumblr media
𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒕! He needs a woman/person that will put him in his place. Someone that will stand their ground and not let him walk over them. Because he ALWAYS thinks he knows best, but the world isn't black and white - not everyone is right, and not everyone is wrong. So, I think you have that power to tell Geralt to stand down.
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
・You guys definitely have stare offs, and Geralt is like “It’s my way or the highway” and you’re like “okay bye” and then he’s like “no wait-” 
・You like to call him super soppy and embarrassing nick names like ‘gerry-bear’ or ‘sweetums’. Especially when he’s in an angry mood
・He is so much taller than you. Like nearly a whole foot taller than you. But you make up for it in spirit. He would definitely tease you a little bit, not outright. Like when you have an argument, he'll put your things on higher shelves or branch just so you can't reach
・Getting into an argument and Jaskier tries to crack a joke to break the tension. But you both end up telling Jaskier to shut up at the same time
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Flying With Mother by John Powell
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
・Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Geralt) x The Top (You)
・Tol x Smol
・Mature/Responsible x Snarky/Fierce
𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
Tumblr media
𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒏! He would not know what to think of you when you guys first met. He would describe you to others as ‘a force to be reckoned with.’ You’re just so impressionable. He finds you so interesting! 
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
・Likes taking you somewhere that you can swim. Maybe a lake, or a river, maybe even a waterfall! That’s probably where you spend a lot of your dates!
・He knows you can take care of yourself, but wants to teach you a few lesson on other weapons. In return, you teach him a few things in martial arts
・You make him laugh all the time, to the point where he snorts. He can’t help it! The things you come out with! 
・Is very proud to call you his significant other, and will boast about it to others. Literally. Especially if he’s been drinking, he’ll strike up a conversation with a stranger and start talking about how amazing you are
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Wondrous Love by Bear McCreary
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
・Both Wary of Love & Don’t Think This Can Be Real
・Big Scary x Small Intimidating 
・Sun x Moon
15 notes · View notes
kiatheinsomniac · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐔𝐏!*˚ .♡⋆ˊˎ -
Tumblr media
𓆩♡𓆪 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄! @insane-horror-movie-addict
Hi there darling! I'd like to participate in the Valentines day event if that's okay! Thank you very much for your time and if you'd like to send a match-up over to my account, i'll gladly do one for you! (If you have any questions then feel free to dm me!) Fandoms: Resident Evil 8 and Tolkien (preferably no dwarves....sorry lol) Important info: Bisexual (male matches for this please!), She/her Personality info: Entp, Leo sun, Aries Moon, Leo Rising, Gryffindor. -I can be either two ways when you first meet me. Sarcastic and laid back or a little rocky. Some people at first can see me as a bit of a...well...asshole, but I assure you i'm not that bad. I just come off a little strong sometimes. When you get to know me though, I am someone who is blunt, still very sarcastic, protective, and a little fiery but i'm also such a big goof. Like an idiot goof. So I'm not all that bad lol! I also have a non caring personality for the most part...sometimes its a bit of a mask though. Speaking of which, I'm kinda like an onion (gosh I hate using that metaphor.) I have layers and the more you get to know me, the more you'll peel away. I hate being vulnerable and stray away from emotions, so I can be a bit cynical and I am soooo stubborn holy crap, but I am working on that... Hobbies: Lets see here....I did year around, competitive swimming for ten years, so swimming is a passion of mine and forever will be. I now do Martial Arts and i'm a high belt now. I enjoy just physical activity in general, but I also like music. Music is a love of mine. Plus I like simple things such as a good book, writing (I want to be a journalist), horror movies, and going for walks at night....oh and I adore the beach! Dislikes: Spiders, I am terrified, petrified even of spiders. Physical features: I'm 5'3...5'4 on a good day, pale skin with brown freckles everywhere, I have very thick brown hair that goes a little past my shoulders and it has a sort of auburn color to it actually?, i'm very skinny, like a twig, very little to no curves, big brown eyes. Aesthetics: Grungecore? its hard to explain.....honestly I am my own aesthetic at this point
Tumblr media
ੈ♡˳ 𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄!
♡ Initially, Éomer's attention is drawn in by your grunge style - you look fierce and he finds it really attractive! He's got thick skin so he's not fazed by your sarcasm and bluntless - in fact he quite likes it and when you're joking around together, he matches your energy completely!
♡ He's super interested in your martial arts! He'll ask you to teach him not only because he's intrigued but because it gives him an opportunity to spend time with you and learn more about your interests!
♡ He's always up for reading your writing and if he ever comes across a book he thinks you'll like (especially a horror as he knows how you like the genre) he'll buy it for you! It's worth every penny to see the way your face lights up when he gives it to you - it's the most precious sight in the world to him.
ੈ♡˳ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄?
♡ Éomer knows how active you are so for your date he takes the two of you out horse riding in the evening, going on into the night. He takes you up a high trail and the two of you stop on a cliff side to watch the sun set behind the mountains, the lights of Rohan twinkling below you in the distance.
♡ He would insist on huddling up close to you to assure you keep warm and the two of you would end up walking further up the trail (he knows how much you love your night walks, even if he worries for your safety sometimes when you do) and then laying down on the grass to stargaze.
♡ He takes you back by sharing the same horse with you sitting in front of him so that his arms are on either side of you and he can feel your back pressed to his chest. He goes back as slowly as possible so that you have more time together and his heart just melts when you fall asleep leaning back against him, exhausted from the long day. He hopes to spend more evenings with you like this.
Tumblr media
missed the match-up event? try ships instead!
☾ ⋆ ゚like my work? why not:  ∘ buy me a coffee?  ∘ commission me? ∘ join my taglist  ∘ consider following/reblogging
Tumblr media Tumblr media
4 notes · View notes
leffee · 1 year
Note
I'd love to hear your lps headcanons if your up to share them 🥺🧡
Tumblr media
Okay, so, uh, I didn't actually expect one person to want to hear my shit but now tthere arethree who do (the third one commented hence there's no screenshot of their question but you know who you are) and I am elated but also intimidated. Anyway
As I said before most of them are for Vinnie the beloved, but I will definitely sprinkle other characters in there as well. And third! I basically pulled most of those headcanons out of my ass and they have nothing to do with canon, but seriously, a lot of them I thought of years ago and just kept adding stuff or changing and transforming, borrowing from other characters, projecting until it became an absolute mess. Seriously, this. is. a. mess. Stars help us all.
Ah, and something that I definitely should have mentioned before, most of those are for human au. If possible feel free to take them as if they are for the normal one in which everyone is pets as we know them, but in others, you just won't be able.
Oh, and Vinnie's my favourite character and you know what we do with favourite characters. That's right, I'm gonna fucking give him trauma. Let us commence forth:
let's start with something easy, if we're talking about a universe where people aren't born with colorful hair (basically anime) then his natural hair color is definitely ginger
speaking of his hair, it's long, like, waist-long, but obviously, you can't see itnormallyy in that beautiful pompadour of his, and he takes great care of not letting anyone see that (don't ask how that is supposed to work, I don't know)
he's so so flexible, for example he could do most yoga poses without trying too hard
oh, he's tiny, approximately 5'2" but Russell is also approximately that height and they do argue about it sometimes, each trying to prove that they are in fact taller. They tried so many methods and did official measuring at so many doctor's offices, but the results are always different with that minimal difference which once deems Russell taller and the other time it's Vinnie, so they just continue while Sunil is just a witness to it all, standing there in his tall glory, and one day Penny whispered to him, "They know they're basically fighting over the last place, right?"
he's not genuinely angry or irritated often, but when he is, oh stars he's scary like holy crap and everyone is very much aware of it
he's fairly good at video games, nothing that crazy, but just quite good
also, he's naturally really pale, close to looking sickly pale, but this is just his normal complexion
he's from Italy, Padua to be more exact, however, when he was around 4 he, his sister, and his mother moved to the States so he barely has any memory of it. What he does however have is bilinguality. Yup, he speaks both Italian and English, though obviously doesn't really have that many occasions to speak Italian now
he has vasovagal syncope to needles
oh yeah, he has an older sister whose name is Stephanie and she soaked up all the height genes, like bro
his mother is just a horrible, emotionally abusive person and more and I could talk about her alone for so long but let's stop here for now, also her name is Diana
listen, listen, he has abandonment anxiety and that actually kinda makes sense even in canon but only kinda
he and Penny are such good friends, not quite as good as he and Sunil but still good, and Penny is so affectionate to him, I mean, in general too but whatever they love each other (one is more open about it than the other ehehe)
he has quite an amazing pain tolerance, not naturally though, but he is clumsy and he did break his bones so many times he basically got used to it
I can't decide what age I want to give him but I'd say something between 19 and 25, although sometimes I'm like "Yup, 35 :D"
my boy doesn't like coffee all that much unless it's iced coffee, that he could drink in gallons, he likes energy drinks too
he has so. many. freckles all over his body, mainly on his face and shoulders, sure, but still pretty much everywhere, more or less
he has a tiniest tiny itsy bitsy big obsession with his hair and has so many hair products and will feel genuinely deflated if he has to, for whatever reason, skip his routine of using them
he and Pepper are such silly goofy friends :D they do the stupidest, goofiestiest shit together and on internet chats (discord, basically) they talk in such incoherent memes' language only they can understand it
and don't even get me started on him and Minka, they're kinda like him and Pepper but more wholesome??? They also have this running joke of "being married"
he's allergic to raspberries
he has so many leg warmers, the boy is always cold, you know?
he either doesn't sleep throughout the whole night or sleeps for 12 hours, there's no in-between
Yeah, this isn't even close to all my headcanons but I figured I would stop here. I have so, so many more, like, I didn't even touch the shipping for Vinnie or anyone else for that matter (Vinnil, anyone? Others too). I also wanted to sort of color code those headcanons cause there are differentkindsa of, some Iliterallyy pulled out of my ass, others are somewhat related to canon, and few are based on some fanfics, and more, however, I figured that it would look like an absolute mess if I did it.
I could literally expand on any of those headcanons, some more some less (if someone would be curious ahaha, I could write you an essay), but bold of you to assume that I don't have a whole backstory developed for my boy. I do, and it's long. Also has different versions too because I couldn't just settle for one hence all this is so messy. And I didn't even really show that trauma part too much, but honestly, this is mostly in that backstory aspect. I don't know what else to tell you, but I have so much more and whether you, the person reading it, end up liking it or not, thank you for giving me that possibility of sharing my cringe. And I know I fangirled over Vinnie but I swear I love all of the pets, or humans in this case, you know what I mean.
He's just THE blorbo
6 notes · View notes
fluffallamaful · 2 years
Note
Dream notices that George has a few freckles and thinks it's cool as hyperfixation takes over and he rambles to George and Sap about how both him and Gogy have freckles even though he has more than his friend. Throw in some of that fluffy folklore about freckles being souls you've stolen and George joking that it's because of all the times Dream has kind his friends on the SMP and that's where his powers come from.
Dream gets slightly embarrassed and George coos about how it makes Dream's freckles look better. Dream is sputtering and flustered and Sap chimes in
"You REALLY wanna see him blush?"
Gogy of course agrees and the next span of time is spent with Sap giving George hands on lessons on how to tickle Dream into giggly, blushy, flustered, adorably flustered pieces.
-Azure
!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH AZURE
THIS IS SUCH A CUTE TEASE HOLY CRAP
freckle counting but the lers work out that it’s easier to count if the lee is blushing??!??! so sap and gogs are trying to count dream’s freckles but they keep pausing to tease him and fluster him more so that his blush comes back anzkxjaja
also yes i friggen love the concept that sap knows exactly how to get dream blushing and giggling eeeeeeeee
you could also add in the hc that dream blushes where his blob avatar is (belly), so they move down to try and count his belly freckles 😭
18 notes · View notes
Text
Fear
For Suptober Day 21.
Dean was in his room pacing back and forth and at this point he was surprised he hadn’t worn a rut into the carpet. Every few minutes, his eyes would jump to the small box sitting in the middle of his bed. Nestled inside was a single object that could completely change Dean’s life, if only he could say the words to go along with it. 
“Dude, are you still worried about today?” Dean’s younger brother, Sam, asked from the doorway.
Dean jumped nearly a foot in the air before focusing his attention on Sam. “Bitch! You scared the shit out of me!”
Sam chuckled as he took a seat on the bed and grabbed the box. He flipped the lid open and stared at the silver band nestled inside, inlaid with a green emerald. He looked back at Dean who was staring at the box, fear swirling in the depths of his eyes. Sam set the box back down before getting to his feet and going to his brother. He dropped his hands on Dean’s shoulders and said, “Dean, calm down. What are you so afraid of?”
Dean gawked at his brother. “What am I afraid of? Oh, I don’t know, how about I propose to Cas and he tells me no!”
Sam’s face softened. “Dude, Cas isn’t going to say no. He loves you.” Dean still looked like a deer caught in headlights. Sam tightened his grip, afraid his brother would bolt out the door any second. “Dean, you guys have been together for years and Cas has been there for you through some pretty major things. If he didn’t leave you while you fumbled your way through coming out, he’s not going to leave you now.”
Dean took a deep breath and slowly let it out. His lips curved up in a small smile. “I guess you’re right. I just- I just don’t want to screw this up.”
“Meh, you probably will, but then again that’s kind of your thing and Cas had never minded before. He’s gonna say yes. You have nothing to fear,” Sam reassured his brother.
Before Dean could say anything, there was a knock on their door. “That’s Cas! Give me the ring,” Dean cried, grabbing the box, shoving it his pocket, and rushing out the room.
“Good luck,” Sam called.
An hour later, Dean and Cas were sitting in a secluded glade in the woods behind the house Sam and Dean shared. It was their favorite place to go when they wanted some alone time. Dean was leaning against a tree, Cas laying next to him with his head resting in Dean’s lap. They had just finished their sandwiches and now Dean was feeding Cas his favorite dessert: chocolate covered strawberries. After every few strawberries, Dean would press a tender kiss to Cas’ plump lips.
Dean had just pulled away from Cas and whispered, “I love you angel.”
Cas reached up and slid his fingers into Dean’s hair. “I love you too freckles. Thank you for bringing me out here. It’s been a while since we had some time to ourselves.”
“I may have had a reason for coming out here,” Dean whispered softly.
Cas cocked his head, “Oh?”
Dean swallowed the bile that was rising up his throat and reached for the box in his pocket, his fingers trembling like leaves He tried to pull the box out, but his hand got stuck. “Dammit,” he cursed.
Cas grinned. “Everything ok?”
“Quit mocking me,” Dean snapped.
“I’m sorry. Do you need help getting something out of your own pocket?” Cas asked with a smirk.
Dean finally managed to jerk his hand out, the box held tightly between his fingers.
Cas’ eyes widened when he saw the box and he scurried to sit up. “Dean, is that what I think it is?”
Dean dropped his eyes to the box as he flipped it open. Dean squinted as the sunlight bounced off the ring. He moved to a kneeling position but in the process, the ring fell from the box. “Shit,” he shouted as the ring landed somewhere in the thick grass. He and Cas started scrabbling to find it. 
“Dammit Winchester, pull yourself together,” Dean shouted inside his head as they searched for it. He made an “Aha,” sound when his fingers slid against the warm metal.
He grabbed the ring and held it up, making sure it was clean of dirt. He got into a kneeling position, making sure to keep a tight hold on the ring. He stared at Cas who was looking at him with a fond smile. Dean took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He tried again, but it was like the cat had his tongue.
“C’mon Dean, say something! You have the whole speech planned out,” Dean said in his head. His eyes flickered between Cas and the, ring but he was still unable to make a single sound. Dean dropped his head. “I’m sorry, I’m fucking this all up,” he whispered.
“Dean,” Cas whispered. “Freckles, look at me.” Dean slowly lifted his head to see Cas staring at him with a tender smile. Cas reached out and cupped one of Dean’s cheeks. “You have nothing to be nervous about. I promise my answer is going to be what you’re hoping for. Just relax and say whatever speech you planned. You have nothing to fear freckles.”
Dean barked out a laugh. “I’m sorry Cas for screwing this up. You deserve someone who can give you a proper proposal. Not me, who is scared shitless right now.”
“Dean, you are exactly what I deserve. Besides, screwing things up is kind of your thing. It’s one of the things I find so endearing about you,” Cas replied before leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to Dean’s lips. “Now, are you going to propose to me or what?”
Dean focused on the man in front of him, licking his dry lips. “C- Cas, we’ve been together for years now and you’ve stuck by my side for my lowest lows and my highest highs. You were the one that gave me the courage to come out to my friends and family and you were there when my dad took it exactly as we feared.” 
Dean paused, trying to calm his racing heart. His hands were shaking violently even though he was finally able to start his speech. He relaxed slightly when Cas covered his hands with his own. “You’re doing fine freckles. Keep going.”
Dean swallowed thickly before continuing. “You helped me get into college and discover my love of teaching. You love Sam as if he was your own brother and you’ve always included him in everything. You don’t know how much that means to me. I mean you know how important Sam is to me and to know that you treat him like your own, well, that’s awesome and…”
“Dean, you’re rambling. Just relax. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” Cas reassured him.
“Sorry,” Dean said with a nervous chuckle. “Where was I. Oh yeah, you deal with my crazy obsessions, hell you support them and buy me stuff to feed them. I mean, no one else was willing to help me try and bake every known pie there is. You’re also the only one who will sit on the couch and watch cheesy westerns all day with me even though you hate most of them. 
Cas, when I’m with you, I don’t have to hide anything about myself. You have entered my life and turned it around and made me the happiest man on the earth. I never imagined I could be this happy and... it’s all because of you. I want to spend the rest of my life feeling this way and the only way that can happen is if I get to spend it with you. So, Castiel Novak, will you do me the honor of mar-marry-marrying me?” Dean finally got out between his stuttering.
Cas had tears running down his eyes as he threw his arms around Dean’s neck and cried, “Yes, of course I’ll marry you!” He slammed their mouths together, sharing a passionate kiss between them.
Once they broke apart, Cas held his hand out for Dean to slip the ring onto his finger. Cas admired the band as Dean shakily said, “Holy crap that was scary.”
Cas cupped Dean’s cheek in his hand. “There wasn’t a chance of me saying no so you had nothing to fear.”
Dean smirked. “Yeah, that’s what everybody kept telling, me but it was hard to believe. I love you Cas!”
“Love you too freckles,” Cas replied, before pulling Dean to the ground and spending the rest of the afternoon celebrating their engagement.
62 notes · View notes
treveonwest · 4 years
Text
Sims 4 mha part 2 one hell of a day
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Deku) Todoroki hope you don't mind me asking where you sure this is the new bar you were talking about
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Todoroki) yeah I'm sure I guess no one's just here right now it looks like a ghost town
---------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Deku) well there's a girl there that just walked in
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Todoroki) yeah it's the new girl she just moved in town maybe don't talk to her right now she's kind of weird
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Deku) Todoroki no offense but you're kind of weird and I'm friends with you
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Deku) hi there you're new in town my name is izuku midoriya what's your name
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Girl) go away I don't make friends with wannabe heros
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Deku) hey there's no reason to be so mean
-------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Deku) what the heck are you doing
-------------------------------------------------------
Todoroki) STOP! 
---------------------------
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Girl) take that
---------------------
Tumblr media
Todoroki) what the hell is your deal why did turn him into a baby
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Girl) you can get a little something to kitty cat boy
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Todoroki) you better not!
----------------------------------------
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Girl) that's what you get for messing with me
----------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
shindo) why does she look like she's in such a hurry
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Shindo) what the heck happened in here! Why is Todoroki a cat and why is my brother a baby
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
shindo) come here little buddy
-------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
BabyDeku) big brother
--------------------------------
Tumblr media
shindo) hi izuku you're really cute but this is a problem what am I supposed to do I'm just going to have to take you guys back to the dorms until we can know how to fix you
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
shindo) wow Who Knew Todoroki would be such a pretty cat
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
shindo) okay I got you guys back to the dorms but what am I supposed to do now
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
BabyDeku) kacchan
--------------------------------
shindo) kacchan what are you talkin about
------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Bakugou) shindo what the heck is happening here why is Deku a baby and why is IcyHot a cat
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
shindo) I have no idea I just walked into a bar and boom I see a cat Todoroki and my little brother is a baby
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media Tumblr media
shinsou) I have an idea what could have happened to midoriya what if somebody came in the bar and he got shot by a weird quirk
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Shindo) good idea shinso
---------------------------------------
Tumblr media
BabyDeku) kacchan kacchan kacchan
----------------------------------------------------------
Bakugou) what Little Nerd
-------------------------------------------
BabyDeku) up
----------------------
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Bakugou) hi mini Deku why do you want me to pick you up so bad
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
BabyDeku) kacchan
----------------------------------------
Bakugou) okay you sure are a cuddly baby
------------------------------------------------------------
Shinso) why does he love you so much
--------------------------------------------------------
Shinsou) why does he love you so much
------------------------------------------------------------
Shindo) probably because they grew up together
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Bakugou) here I'll take him for right now
--------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Bakugou) oh hey Kota
---------------------------------
Kota) is that baby Deku
-------------------------------------
Bakugou) yeah he got hit by something you and ari can play with him later
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Bakugou) hey roundface we have a problem Deku got hit by a quirk and he got turned into a baby and Todoroki turned into a cat
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Uraraka) holyshit he's so cute!!!!
-------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Uraraka) hi baby. Did you ever wonder what it's like to float
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Bakugou) okay uraraka you can play with him just don't freak him out
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Momo) so what you guys are telling me is this cat is Todoroki ------------------------------------------------------------------ Mina) yes yaoyorozu I guess she got hit by a quirk ------------------------------------------------------ Denki) are we sure we should let him be near us right now why is he tries to eat tsuyu -----------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Mina) what the hell kaminari!!
-------------------------------------------
Denki) what she's a frog what if he tries to eat her
---------------------------------------------------------------
Momo) I'm pretty sure that's not going to be possible
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Momo) who knew Todoroki would be such a pretty cat
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mina) Todoroki is a beautiful human being so of course he'd be a pretty cat
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Bakugou) you are pretty cute for a nerd
----------------------------------------------------------
Uraraka) I don't know if you were just being nice or mean there
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
BabyDeku) kacchan
---------------------------------
Tumblr media
Bakugou) hahaha okay little dude
------------------------------------------------
Uraraka) wow he really does seem to love you
---------------------------------------------------------------
                                             One hour later
Tumblr media
Kirishima) I guess playing with a baby for a couple hours could really make you tired
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tokoyami) you could say that again
----------------------------------------------------
Denki) I'm kind of surprised with his behavior today
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Kirishima) what do you mean by that bro did you expect him to be mean to him or something
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Denki) I don't know it's just you know kacchan isn't the nicest person
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Tokoyami) here I'm going to fill up this cat's Bowl
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Kirishima) I'm not necessarily a cat person but Todoroki is a pretty cool cat
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Denki) holy crap midoriya your a normal teenage boy again
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Deku) thank God I thought I was going to be a baby forever
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Deku) and why was I laying up under kacchan
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Denki) he was playing with you and you two fell asleep together
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Uraraka) wow Todoroki you're such a sweet cat I do hope you don't stay a cat forever though
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Uraraka) hey Todoroki you're not a cat anymore -------------------------------------------------- Todoroki) thank God I don't want to be turned into a cat ever again the cat food is disgusting --------------------------------------------------------- Momo) well Todoroki if you thought the cat food was gross why are you eating it -------------------------------------------------------------- Todoroki) well I had to eat it to stay alive ------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Tokoyami) midoriya who did this to you and Todoroki can you give us a description of this person
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Deku) she had blue hair pinkish red eyes and freckles all over her body
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Mina) what did her clothes look like I bet I'll be able to stick her out like a sore thumb
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Deku) it's going to be hard for me to explain but her clothes kind of reminded mel of what iida would wear if he was a girl
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tumblr media
Mina) okay I'll get right on the case
--------------------------------------------------
                                              The End
27 notes · View notes
toziersoneliners · 4 years
Text
Losers! [Chubby Reader]
⛓ | summer |
For some, the last day of school could be sorrowful. However (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a little relieved. She wasn't worried about not seeing her friends until school started up again, Richie was her neighbor and she practically spent all of her time with either Eddie or Bill. Though recently she'd been hanging around the nice boy Mike Hanlon. Though a bit shy, he was sweet and gentle, something (Y/n) wasn't really used to. Though she was apart of the Losers Club and hung around all boys, she was never really a tough girl. Some could have said it was due to her abusive home, but nor her or the boys thought so. If it was really because of her constant abuse, then she'd be strong, not weak. Her mother was the villain in her story, and that woman scared the daylights out of the chubby girl.
(Y/n) feared nothing like she feared her own mother.
Usually you'd see the father being the abusive one, but that wasn't something (Y/n) could ever see happening to herself. Her father, Matthieu Snow, was the kindest man in Derry, Maine. No one could ever convince her otherwise, either.
Despite her horrid home situation, she was often finding herself distracted these days. Her best friend Eddie Kaspbrak had been locked up in his house for a few days, no doubt to the fault of his overprotective mother. (Y/n) was bored out of her mind. While Eddie sure wasn't the most exciting person to be around, she found the boy to be wholesome, reminding her of a lost puppy almost. Like mentioned before, she wasn't strong willed, so she didn't have the guts to show up at the Kaspbrak residence to go and ask to see Eddie. Sonya was terrifying to (Y/n), intimidation making her hesitant to even go near Eddie's house. It was extremely annoying, because she couldn't find Richie either. Her last bet was Mike, but then she'd have to take the risk of bumping into Henry Bowers, something that too, just like her own mother or Sonya Kaspbrak, scared the girl numb.
Instead, she went to find fun elsewhere, by herself. The arcade was the first place that jumped into her precious little head. Though she hated being alone, she knew that a good game of PAC-MAN or Street Fighter could cheer her right up, distract her from her loneliness. She should have known, of course, that Richie Tozier would be at the beloved arcade, training, as he called it.
The arcade was dark, but the neon lights from the various game machines lit up the place like a huge Christmas tree. The only adults to be seen was the owner of the arcade and a few man-children, ones her father would tell (Y/n) to stay away from in the future.
'Whether you marry a man or not, stay away from those boys who still live with their mothers past the age of twenty.'
She could see why, of course. As soon as she was able to understand the complexities of boys, she knew what kind of person she'd want to marry in the future. Whenever she thought about it, Mike ended up coming to her mind, as odd as it may have sounded. She wasn't interested romantically, or at least she didn't think she was. (Y/n) had no idea what love was, and wasn't sure if she really wanted to know. Love, according to some of the girls at school, entailed showing your private bits to every boy who asked, and (Y/n) knew for a fact that she wasn't that type of girl, in fact she was sure that she never would be.
"Fuck!"
The vulgar manner of speaking belonged to none other than Richie Tozier himself. The boy groaned to himself in irritation as he lost a battle in SF, pushing his large glasses up with one finger. He catches a hint of light blue and turns around only to see the chubby girl he'd come to know over the years. Richie wasn't sure what had made (Y/n) a loser, but she was one... a very cute one. He didn't give a damn about her weight, she was too cute and it killed Richie. Her sweaters and ripped up jeans, high top converse, it all made her so... LOSER. It didn't bother Richie in the slightest, damn he'd say he loved her weird sense of style.
He'd wanted to ask her to join him in the arcade just as school let out, but like always she had run off with Eddie. Was it disappointing? Yes. But did that really matter now? Not really.
Richie could guess from her bored expression and no one accompanying her, that Eddie Kaspbrak was indeed locked away in his house. She only ever wandered around when there was no one else from the Losers Club to hang out with. However, she always seemed to find one of them anyway, just as she'd found Richie in the arcade.
He smiles goofily, stepping away from the video game machine and walks towards the shy girl. Sliding his extra coins into his pocket, Richie comes up behind (Y/n) as she was momentarily distracted, staring at the greasy seeming floor of the arcade with slight disgust. She loved the arcade, she really did, but couldn't they make it a bit cleaner?
Sneakily, Richie wraps his arms around her shoulders, scaring the living crap out of her.
"HOLY FUDGE!" She squeaks out, looking behind her only to see the toothy smile of Richie Tozier. She really should have known it'd be him, after all, who'd just come up behind some girl and squeeze them like that?
"Gotcha! Where's Eds?" Richie asks, letting her go. He kind of already knew the answer, but the girl in front of him didn't know that. She huffs cutely, fiddling with the ends of her light blue sweater. Richie was of course the one who scared her, her neighbor.
"Mrs. Kaspbrak won't let him leave the house, so I came here." (Y/n) explains, looking a bit sad. Though she definitely loved all of the Losers, Eddie was by far her favorite. After all, she'd known him for such a long time, what was she supposed to do without him?
"I was going to find Mike, but then I'd have to pass Henry's house and that definitely wasn't going to happen. After all of that I was boredom so I came to the arcade."
Hearing her explanation, Richie couldn't help but flinch. Earlier that day he'd seen Bowers walking around with his dumb goons, Belch and Vic. The freckled Tozier knew very well how scared they made (Y/n), and he had a sick feeling in his stomach telling him that they weren't too far away. It didn't matter though, Richie thought to himself cheerily. He would be there to protect (Y/n), because he was in every way, a man. He'd be damned if he'd let some dumb Henry Bowers scare him off. Still... it'd be good to stay away from the easily irritable teen. There couldn't be any harm in staying inside the darkness of the greasy arcade, right? Sure, it wasn't the best place to hang out with a cute girl, but shoot, she didn't seem to mind either.
"You're still here? I thought you'd at least go home for a nap." She says, snapping Richie out of his thoughts. He lets out a funny sounding laugh, that type of laugh he gave whenever he was nervous but trying to keep a good mask on.
"Yeah well, I might have seen Bowers outside of the arcade earlier, so I wasn't about to leave." Richie says, letting out another weird laugh. She was half expecting him to go back to his game, but he instead grabbed her hand and dragged her away from where they were standing. A soft squeak left her as Richie pulled her down underneath a dusty table, pushing her to the ground while holding a hand to her mouth.
He looked scared, she realized.
She also realized that Henry Bowers himself was snooping around the arcade, eyes glowering dangerously. She, of course, didn't know how long he'd been there, but he seemed like he knew what he was looking for. He didn't happen to see her enter the arcade, did he? A sudden feeling of guilt washes over (Y/n). Richie was just having a grand time before she decided to show up and ruin everything. There would hav been a huge chance that she was completely wrong, but she couldn't help the disgusting, slimy feeling.
The feeling she'd done something wrong.
Whimpering, she pulls Richie closer to her, her eyes wold as she watches the bully stalk through the dusty arcade. The neon lights of the games seemed to illuminate Henry's face, making the experience that much more horrible. He looked... terrifying.
Though he was trying to act brave in front of (Y/n), Richie was sweating, and he was sure she could feel it. His hand that was still covering her mouth was sweating. When he realizes this, he doesn't think much of it. Though he was sure if Eddie was there they'd get caught. The hypochondriac would flip his shit if he saw Richie touching (Y/n)'s mouth, it was, for some reason, a big no no.
Eventually, Henry passes.
Richie grabs his friend by the scuff of her light blue sweater and yanks her right out from under the dirty table, dragging her quickly out of the arcade.
|
"I'm sure he didn't just follow you into the arcade." Stan says, flipping through his bird book with an uninterested expression. Really, Richie brought out the worst in (Y/n). He brought out her paranoid side, and it was showing obviously right then.
The two eleven year olds were nearly screaming at Stan about their terrifying encounter with Henry Bowers. (Y/n) wasn't yelling like Richie was, and she definitely wasn't cussing like he was, but she still seemed panicked. If it had been just her that came to Stan, he would have believed her and tried to comfort her, but of course Richie was there. The trash mouth was always putting stupid idea into (Y/n)'s mind, and Stan was fed up with it. She was, unlike some of the Losers, a good kid. She got good grades, she was nice, and she was undeniably cute. She just seemed to choose to hang around with the wrong people.
People like Richie Tozier.
"Are you sure this actually happened? Or is this some stupid fantasy Richie put in your head?" Stan questions, rubbing the back of his neck hole looking at the wide eyed (Y/n) and Richie. The two of them were sweating, near tears, and motioning with their hands wildly. It was an odd scene, you could imagine. Suddenly (Y/n) stopped to stare at Stan with a monotone expression.
"Of course it happened!" She exclaimed, her eyes searching for any kind of doubt in Stan's expression. He sighed, pressing a hand down to close his bird book.
"Are you sure, though?" Stan asks, rubbing his eye slightly. He looked, above all, bored. His first day of summer break had been going pretty slow. He knew he was probably supposed to be studying for his Bar Mitzvah, but he wasn't exactly in the studying kind of mood. He had, initially, gotten himself into a better mood when he saw (Y/n), but this ridiculous story, or maybe it wasn't so ridiculous, had put him right back where he started.
She stopped to give Stan a look, that look. In all rationality, (Y/n) was the mom of the group. That look, it was the kind of look a scolding mother would give her young child for coming home too late or something similar. Stan never really payed attention to it, but he guessed that it wasn't just some fantasy Richie had put in her head. She only ever gave him that kind of look when she was serious about something, that Stan knew.
"Stan."
"Alright, I believe you."
"Didn't take too much to convince you." Richie muttered, wiping his sweaty palms on the material of his jeans.
|
Stan, Richie and (Y/n) had spent their first day of summer break walking around Derry. Running around with ice cream, soda, and several other things. They had caught Bill running around as well, and he had hitched with them too. Besides the encounter at the arcade, there had been no sightings of Henry Bowers or his stupid goons, and all of them were glad.
"I wonder... how long do you think Eddie will have to stay locked up?" (Y/n) asks, looking at Bill and Richie as the sun started to disappear from the sky, leaving the pink cotton candy to float around. Bill, handing her another cone of vanilla ice cream, lifted his lips up in a small smile.
"What? Can't deal with us by yourself?"
Richie snorts while (Y/n) takes a bite of her ice cream, it was her third one that night, but no one in the group was complaining.
"No... I just miss him."
Once again, Richie snorts.
"Hey, Marshmallow."
The Losers freeze.
Tumblr media
{I'm reading the book, so things may be different, but I've also watched the 2017 movie, so that's the character design I'm thinking of. Probably not going to go in when they're adults, I prefer the younger version just because. This book is a little bit of an AU, not a lot of major character death happens. Trigger warnings for death and abuse, but it's not really that bad.}
101 notes · View notes
saintheartwing · 4 years
Text
Invader Zim: The Pod People Invasion
Tumblr media
"So…tell me again WHY my poor son is here?"
Professor Membrane was rather astounded that his son had been unceremoniously tossed into a straight jacket, gagged, and put in the school counselor's room. The black, scythe-haired scientist looked furious, despite nobody being able to see his eyes behind those large goggles he wore, and the fact his big white labcoat covered up his lower mouth. But his black-gloved fingers were clenching tightly onto his arm, his body practically vibrating with fury and rage as he glowered at the police who were in the whitish/grey room with him, the office of the school counselor, Mr. Thildari. The blind man had a soft face and white eyes, wearing glasses over those milky orbs as he wore a white button up shirt and white pants, and had a necklace with a lovely green orb-like gem at the end of it as he tilted his head to the side, the almost androgynous-looking man intrigued by what Professor Membrane had to say.
His son, Dib Membrane, was sitting in a chair nearby, in a straight-jacket and Mr. Thildari nodded at the police as they undid the straight-jacket. "I think it's unnecessary since his father's here at last. We apologize for the dreadful inconvenience." Mr. Thildari's soft yet dark voice remarked, his tone having almost a faint echoing undercurrent to it. "Please accept the school's humble apologies. Would you, perhaps, like to buy some chocolate? The school's having a promotion!"
He reached into his desk and pulled out big jars of chocolate-covered nuts. "How about it?" He inquired of Dib as they got him out of the straight-jacket and removed the ball gag and he dusted himself off. "You maybe got some…mad money to spend?"
"HA. HA. HA." Dib snorted as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose a bit and frowned, amber/golden eyes glowering at the school counselor, then at the cops. "This sucks, Dad. I got practically violated by these jerks!"
"Well you were ranting and raving about the end of the world in the middle of the school cafeteria for a good four minutes until we finally tased you." The first cop remarked.
"Because it's really happening!" Dib said. "Look, maybe I should just start from the beginning…" He sighed, pinching the space between his eyes and shaking his head back and forth. "It all started simply enough…" He murmured. "I'd forgotten my wallet yesterday on Sunday, and I had to race back into town. See, there was this really cool convention just the next town over, so I had to take a bus there only to realize…WOOPS. Forgot my wallet with my tickets in it. And the worst part was that because I only had enough change for the bus fare once, I had to walk back. And by the time I got back, that's when I realized something was really, really wrong with the town. I mean, everything seemed okay at first but…"
"You gotta help me!"
Torque Smacky had grabbed hold of Dibbun Membrane and was shaking the black-jacket-wearing, blue-undershirt-having young 12 year old about, looking mortified. The frazzled, spiky hair of Torque was even more messy, his big, ugly face looking horrified as he looked into Dib's eyes, his dad, lantern jaw and all, walking towards him.
"What the heck's wrong with you?" Dib asked. "I'm not doing your homework for you-"
"It's my dad, dude, he's not actually my dad! He's not!"
Dib stared at him. "…what?"
"He can't be! He hasn't spanked or smacked me once today!" Torque Smacky insisted.
"Oh, relaaaax, I'm sure your Dad will start smacking you around again soon enough." Dib remarked snidely. "Geez, Torque, you're angry that your family isn't hitting you? I call that finding a unicorn, do you know how many times Gaz hit me over the head during her "blue period"?"
"Thank you, sir." Torque's father said, taking hold of his son by the collar. "Come on, son, you must be…tired." He insisted, bringing him towards the screen door to his home nearby as Torque uselessly squirmed around, trying to break free.
"No, no, no! Please, believe me! Believe meeeeeee!" Torque cried out as he vanished into the house.
"Looking back, I…I can't believe how stupid I was not to see what was happening. I guess I was also in a bad mood, because I was missing the convention. AND I was starving too. So I went to get my wallet from my house. It was quiet, real quiet. Nobody seemed to be there, and there wasn't any food in the cupboard left over. So I decided "Okay, I'll get some snacks from the gas station, then head out and catch the last half of my convention". But then I met GIR, Zim's little robot friend, all disguised as a dog, and he'd finished up a Suckmunkey. He was sitting on the stoop and looking really depressed, and Zim was eating a candy bar…"
Indeed, the Irken alien invader, Zim, had distinctly green skin, no ears, no nose, ruby/maroon eyes hidden behind obvious contact lenses, and his black insectoid antenna was hidden by a black wig. He was still obviously wearing black gloves and boots and a maroon "invader's attire" that was a big ol shirt with long sleeves, dark grey pants, and he had clawed hands for God's sakes! And yet…hardly anyone seemed to realize he was an alien.
But even he seemed down.
"You guys look…really depressed."
"NONE of the filthy huuuuuman children will listen to me going into detail about my glorious new plans!" Zim remarked. "The whole town is…quiet! Lethargic! Slothful! Nobody cares about what Zim has to say!"
Dib sniggered as GIR sighed as well, the little green doggy suit he wore having its head a-drooping. "None of my friends'll play with me." He murmured. "Nobody wants to pet me. NOBODY LOVES MEEEEE!"
"Uh…gee, little alien robot, sorry…" Dib mumbled. Something was rather odd, he was beginning to pick up on that. But he'd learn the truth soon enough, because as he walked towards the bus station after getting some nachoes and a soda to sate himself, he saw, of all people, SKOODGE racing out of Zim's house, grabbing Dib!
"You gotta help me, Mr. Dib! PLEASE! Nobody else will listen to me!"
"Okay, alright, alright." Dib groaned, rolling his eyes as Skoodge led him to the backyard, past the guard-an-gnomes that Zim had, following the very tubby and rotund alien invader. Skoodge was dressed up in a better disguise, he had a holographic display that gave him a freckled face, orangish hair and the like…but he hadn't taken his Invader's garb off. Ah well. Skoodge was more agreeable, civil and just plain nicer than Zim. If he wasn't an alien invader, Dib would have probably gone along great with him-
"HOLY CRAP!"
Dib gazed down at what laid in the backyard, a gigantic pod, big, green, faintly pulsating and with Skoodge's head upon it!
"Wh-what is this?!" Dib asked. "It's an amazing likeness of you!"
"Yeah, I found it in the backyard along with this other pod that's just…lying here." Skoodge said, jabbing a thumb at another nearby pod. "No clue who it's for. It's not one of Zim's ideas, believe me…he'd be talking about it all morning if it was."
"I think I know what it is…" Dib realized, his eyes going wide. "Skoodge, this is a space pod! Part of a diabolical alien invasion force from deep space to replace all humanity as we sleep! There's only one thing to do!"
"Uh…call the cops? The FBI? The CIA? NASA? 60 Minutes, maybe?" Skoodge asked. "Or, I dunno, go to every house and set fire to all the backyards?"
"No! We'll look for a pod person and make them explain everything in a convoluted bit of expositionary dialogue!" Dib proclaimed, pointing upwards dramatically as Skoodge stared at him, scratching his head.
"Um…Dib, I don't think they're going to do that." He remarked.
"Skoodge, c'mon, if there's one thing aliens LOVE, it's bragging and talking about how amazing their plans for taking over worlds are." Dib told him, folding his arms over his chest as Skoodge opened his mouth to protest…then tilted his head to the side and nodded a bit, wagging his hand in the air in a kind of "Yeah, okay" sort of gesture.
So off we went. We asked people left and right if they were pod people. We didn't always get the answers we wanted. Didn't have a lot of good luck!
"Excuse me, are you a pod person?"
"A WHAT?!" Iggins asked. "What's THAT supposed to mean?! POD PERSON!? I'll have you know I'm proudly gay and there's nothing wrong with that! Pod person. POD PERSON…"
"Dude, you're being creepier than usual!" Zita proclaimed, glowering at the two. "I have mace. I am not afraid to use it."
"No, I'm black." Said the Letter M, the tight-crop black hair of the kid almost standing up on end in irritation as he frowned.
"Say, why are you called The Letter M anyway?"
"Well, it beats what my sister got named. The Letter F." M remarked with a sigh.
"…wait. You mean…" Dib trailed off. "…do your parents, by chance, work as scientists like MY dad?"
"Yes, and they changed their names when they got married and are now the Mr and Ms Sir and Madam no more, now they're the proud Mr. Husband and Mrs. Wife. They even named our dog the letter C. I wanted a cat. But they said it would make calling for their daughter too complicated."
"I am so, so sorry." Dib said apologetically. "I can't think of any worse name than being called the shorthand for Male."
"When I have a son, I'm going to name him SUE." Letter M insisted angrily. "Then I'll scatter my parents ashes over the toilet, and will scatter something else over that." He growled.
We learned a lot more about the people of this town than I think I wanted to...but not much about pod people. Finally, though, our persistence paid off.
"Why yes. Yes, I AM a pod person." Sara said cheerily, the faintly nun-dressed young girl sitting on a park bench and giving them a rather…unsettlingly fake smile. "And I'd be delighted to tell all of you about our people's invasion plans before I go alert my co-conspirators to your presence. You see, our space pods land on a planet, replacing all its people with emotionless replicas as they sleep. Then we grow more pods, spreading sterility and tranquility throughout the cosmos!"
"Really?" Dib remarked. "That's it? Kinda…simple."
"Well, yes! It's our first time doing this, so we're keeping the plan simple. Still, to be fair and further spread our mission, we also invented tofu, created EuroDisney, and Ben Stein. Oh, and Lily Collins. She's been one of us for years." Sara added.
"How about Tommy Wiseau from "The Room"?"
"Oh, no, no, no." Sara shook her head. "He's too weird for us. That's on you people. We're not going near him with a fifty foot pole. We may be emotionless, calm, collected alien invaders, but even we get weirded out by that guy."
"So you wanna get rid of all our emotions?! That's horrible! That sounds like you wanna turn the world into a bad Lifetime Channel movie or some kind of old home video you'd show kids in Sunday School!"
"I dunno, I think it's pretty nice being a pod."
"AAAAA!"
Dib gaped in horror at Skoodge, who now looked…off. His eyes were kind of distant. His face looking like it was miles away! And the pod he'd been carrying with them for proof…EMPTY!
"How the heck?!" Dib cried out.
"Yeah, turns out me carrying it around wasn't such a nice idea. Or at least, that's what I thought about…ten seconds ago. But now I "feel" fine. You should try it." Skoodge said as he took hold of Dib along with Sara, dragging Dib into a nearby convenience store, people standing listlessly about as the man behind the counter stared ahead.
"So. What would you like? We have water…water…and, ah, more water."
"I'd like a tepid water."
"Yes, tepid, please."
"Tepid would be very nice."
"Oh, and I must remind you all, we are having "Unemotional Hour" tonight from 10-11 at the bar across the street. Is that not just lovely?" The convenience store owner intoned in a deadpan voice as the others nodded in agreement.
"Here, to ease your transition in, human." Said Skoodge as he handed Dib something from a large pile of objects to the side as the other pod people nodded some more. "Your own space pod and introduction membership kit! All you need for a nice, simple, assimilation into never having problems ever again. Oh, and we also have this very lovely foam finger." He added with a nod as Dib looked over the "Pods #1" foam finger he'd been given. "We got the idea from a very lovely little dog."
"Uh, look, um….I kinda want my emotions." Dib insisted. "They're good for, y'know…improving the world. Caring about people? Protecting it from…well, alien invasions!?"
"Don't be silly, Dib. Emotions lead only to bad things. Like competition, jealousy, and hallmark cards. We're doing your world a favor!" Sara remarked. "You'll never have any worries or cares ever again. Become one of us just like Mark Zuckerburg did. He's far better off now."
"Mark Zuckerberg's one of you? Really?"
"Yeah,it took ages to be sure he was, even before our pod, the man was as soulless as a piece of toast!"
"So…I won't care about…say…my favorite TV show, Mysterious Mysteries?" Dib inquired.
"Nope. Not a bit."
"…what about…hunting down Zim?"
"He won't be caring about anything anymore, why should you?"
"…my family?" Dib asked.
"No, you won't care about them either. You won't even care that you don't care!"
"…BUH-BYE!" Dib said, kicking Skoodge in the foot. BOINK! He flopped over, Sara gaping as Dib took off running.
"Hey, stop him!"
"You stop him. I don't care if he escapes." Skoodge remarked as he laid on the floor.
"Yeah, doesn't bother me any." Said the convenience store owner as other pod people nodded along.
"But if we don't stop him he'll ruin all our plans!" Sara remarked.
"…oh, well that's different." Skoodge said, chasing after him with the others as they barrled out of the street after Dib, who tore down the sidewalk. "Please stop running. You have forgotten your pod."
"Ask me if I care!" Dib called back.
"You know, if I had any emotional capacity I would be very cross with you right now." Sara added as they jogged after Dib, who glared back at them slightly before diving into an alleyway, scrambling over a chain link fence. He bolted as fast as he could, barreling down the road, into his house, slamming the door shut, Zim sitting on the couch and shaking his head back and forth.
"I really don't get why you like this show." He told GIR and Gaz as they sat down on the couch next to him. "Oh, Dib-Stink. Yes, I'm in your house, GIR stupidly insisted we come over here to check on "Gazzy-Wazzy". They evidently were doing something upstairs for a long time and now they want me to watch the…what is it? Calm Monkey Show?"
"Calm Monkey!?" Dib stared at the screen, mouth agape as Gaz and GIR kept watching, staring ahead blankly.
"…hello." Said the brown-furred, slightly yellow-eyed monkey on the screen. "…what a nice day. Isn't it a fine day. Isn't it fine that we're feeling fine?"
"Yes. Yes, it's fine to feel fine, isn't it?" GIR asked Gaz.
"Oh, yes. We're both feeling fine. You know, I think the paint's drying on the back of the wall behind that monkey." Gaz added, the purple-haired Goth girl…not even having her eyebrows down so much over her eyes she looked like she was perpetually frowning. She had her eyes wide open and she…she wasn't even wearing her skull necklace!
"This is not a good show." Zim muttered.
"Maybe you'll like…say…some nice, relaxing music." Gaz said, changing the channel to a music station as Dib frowned, then yawned.
"UGH. Post Malone's "Psycho"?! This song is so dull, he's supposed to be talking about going insane but he sounds like he's on Quaaludes!"
"We could always switch to a nice C-SPAN discussion if you'd prefer, they're talking about bumper crops." GIR remarked.
"…oh no. OH NO. I know what you're trying to do. You want me to fall asleep so you can replace us with pods!" Dib gasped. "No way!" He proclaimed. "Zim, we have to get out of here now. GIR and my sister have evidently been replaced by pod people from outer space and if we don't leave, they'll put us to sleep and replace us too!"
"Oh, c'mon." Zim said with a snort. "I mean, just because Gaz and GIR are acting much more calm and rational and polite and courteous and civil doesn't…doesn't…"
BAM!
Zim and Dib barreled out the front door, Zim's disguise falling off his face as he howled in terror. "YOU WILL NEVER, EVER TELL ANYONE I ADMITTED YOU WERE RIGHT, DIB!"
"SHUT UP AND RUN, LOCUST!"
"You can't hide from us!" GIR cried out as he walked after them, smiling stupidly along with Gaz.
"Yes. Today, Philadelphia, tomorrow…a whole bunch of other places!"
"We have to find a place to hide. Somewhere. Anywhere!" Dib proclaimed as they barreled past people in the street, racing out of the city as fast as they could, off to the outskirts as the sky began to get darker, Zim wiping his brow. "C'mon, Zim, pick up the pace!"
"S-Sorry! I'm…I'm not used to…running around so much!" He moaned. "Zim's PAK legs usually do this for him but I had to put it on "DEBUG" for the day, nothing's working but the life support." He commented.
"You are soooo out of shape." Dib intoned as they reached the old mine, climbing inside, panting heavily, Dib wiping his brow as Zim flopped against the stony wall within, the soft echoing of a stalactite dripping water down into a cave pool not far away. DRIP…DRIP…DRIP.
"OOOF…" Zim moaned. "I wish I'd eaten more than a candy bar. I'm starving."
"I'm going to check to see if the coast is clear. Lemme look outside the back entrance." Dib told Zim, heading down the mine, going to the south entrance, using his smartphone's flashlight to light the way as he wiped his brow on his jacket arm. "Hoo…I'm getting tired too. Okay, once I know we're safe, we can take a little nap and then I'll gather my thoughts and think up a plan." He mused to himself as he finally reached the southern entrance to the mine about half an hour later. He peered out as the stars began to twinkle overhead, a soft wind blowing through his hair as he clung to the wall of the mine, peering out.
No sign of anyone or anything, save for a natural pathway leading out to the highway. Dib grinned, then headed back the way he'd come, calling out. "Zim! Zim, the coast is clear, let's get-OH NO!"
There, by Zim's side…was a pod!
"Yeah, uh, funny story. They had some spares here in the mine. Anyway, Zim is a pod now. It's pretty awesome." Zim intoned. "I think you should be a pod too." He added, holding up another pod. "One of us! C'mon."
"AAAACK!" Dib barreled back to the southern entrance, racing off as Zim called out, the pod people coming in through the north entrance.
"He's over here, this way! Human over here!"
Dib barreled down the highway, racing off for the school, looping to the west as he slid his way inside through a window. His chest felt like it was on fire as he made his way into a closet, panting heavily, wiping his brow and looking around. No pods anywhere. NOWHERE. Phew. He quickly began to move things around, barricading the door and finally, at long last, sitting down to rest and-
"Hey. This is my closet." Said an irritated-looking janitor with a bit of messy black hair atop his head and a dark look in his eyes, his body thin and emaciated as he poked his head out from behind a bucket. "I've got a busy day tomorrow of painting a wall red with blood to feed the demon that lies inside."
"Well I'm hiding from pod people who want to take away all our emotions!"
"…yeah, okay, fair enough. Just so you know? I snore." The janitor intoned, plopping back down behind the bucket.
And so, come the next morning as the kids were going into the cafeteria for a big announcement…that was when I barreled in, fully rested and probably still looking wild and crazed, waving my arms over my head as I got on top of a table, bouncing up and down, yelling loudly to all in the room about the oncoming alien invasion of pod people!
And about four minutes in, that's when the school's police guard came in to tase me.
… "So that's what happened." Dib explained.
"Only a moron could believe stuff like that!" said one of the cops as Mr. Thildari rubbed his chin.
"I'm very sorry, Dib. But without any kind of supporting evidence, well…the best you can do is let the media exploit you for a lucrative book and Netflix movie deal." The school counselor remarked just before Professor Membrane noticed something.
"Oh. One moment." He lifted open his chest, showing off a built-in smart TV, everyone looking on in awe as he cheerily chuckled. "We're getting a breaking news bulletin! I can always tell because I get a tingling in my colon."
"This just in! SPACE PODS HAVE INVADED EARTH!"
"And by the way!" a voice rang out as the rather homicidal-looking janitor brought in several big ol' green pods, tossing them into the room. "I found these in the damn bathrooms. How am I supposed to clean up all the blood if these pods are in the way!?"
"Oh, Dib! You a pod yet?" Zim inquired as he poked his head into the room with an unnatural smile as Gaz, GIR and Skoodge stood by him.
"HA! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! SEE?! SEEEE?!" Dib cried out. "You believe me now, you jaded authority figures, you?"
"I dunno…not really…" One of the cops remarked.
"Mmmm…gee, nah, I don't think so…" Another cop intoned.
"Actually, I do." Said Mr. Thildari as he smiled broadly…
And then, before their eyes, became an Irken with balled antennae dressed in a big white robe with a silver belt! He smiled cheerily at Dib, waving his clawed hands, white eyes blinking. "You see, we Irkens have actually been on Earth for many decades now. My own mother and originator, Almighty Tallest Miyuki, blessed be her name, came here aaaaages ago to do some experimentation with a VERY lovely black-haired young scientist who ended up charming her."
"Wait, WHAT?!" Professor Membrane's eyes bugged behind his goggles. "Though this explains a lot…" He confessed as Dib gaped in astonishment, the cops in the room, Zim, GIR, Gaz and Skoodge gasping in amazement. "She always felt very different down there whenever we-"
"BAH, we're not worried about you." One of the cops said as he took off his hat…then his head, revealing a distinctly green, scaly-skinned, tusk-having alien who was amazingly tall! "We Martians have been preparing too! We've been seeing all of your efforts for twenty decades and we're getting our hunting parties ready!"
"That'd be very impressive…" said another one of the cops before his skin melted off…showing off synthetic alloy beneath with soulless eyes as his arm opened up to reveal a carbine blaster that was revving up to fire. "But we robots have foreseen your attempt. I come from the future to end your reign before it begins! If need to, we will shoot you twice! We'll screw you over more than the new Terminator did to it's franchise!"
"Wait a minute, I thought we were only being invaded by pod people!" Dib remarked.
"You think that's what's going on? Not at all, man!" yelled Nick as the young man with the obvious head injury stuck his head into the room and walked inside, wearing…a kilt. They stared at him in shock as he sighed, folding his arms over his chest, the poor kid's brain exposed from horrifying experiments that Zim had done on him, the brain barely kept in by a kind of glassy little dome. "Giant blancmanges landed. They've turned half my class into Scotsmen so they can dominate the Olympic games this year because "everyone knows Scottish people are terrible at sports"! Bunch of prejudicial puddings!" He grumbled.
"You think that's bad?!" Ms. Bitters intoned as she crawled in from the window outside, panting heavily and wiping her brow, looking mortified, smoke slightly rising off her skeletal frame as the glasses-wearing old, white-haired crone cringed. "It's the apes you need to worry about. Apes have inherited the Earth!"
"Have we actually all died and gone to Hell? What's going on here?!" Dib groaned as he looked around the room, other people beginning to talk amongst themselves, the voices getting loud and panicked and terrified.
"No, no, it's all a twisted experiment!"
"It's the GOVERNMENT'S fault!"
"IT'S A COOKBOOK! IT'S A COOKBOOOOOK!"
"You stupid, STUPID morons!" A voice rang out as they all turned, suddenly seeing someone whom they never expected to see…Minimoose. The flying, purple little moose-like toy glowered at them all, speaking perfect English! "None of this is real! We're all just typed words on a page, stuck in a comedic horror story written by a New Englander! This is all just FANFICTION!"
Everyone stared at him…and then burst out laughing, hysterically cackling. "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"WOOP! HA HA HA!"
"PFFFTTT!"
"HEE-HEE-HEE!"
"Oh, that's a good one. Fanfiction! Ha-ha-ha! That's the stupidest one yet!" Dib sniggered.
"Oh yeah?!" Minimoose glowered as his eyes narrowed. "Then how do you explain the fact that the next words out of your mouth are going to be "You're just being silly, Minimoose!"
"You're just being silly, Minimoose-" Zim began to say before he stopped, and everyone gazed at him, his expressionless face now looking terrified. "…wh…what?"
"And look! Look up THERE! See! The PAGE!" Minimoose proclaimed as he pointed up above, and everyone stared.
"Wh…what? H…How can I be up there when I'm speaking now?" Dib murmured fearfully as they all glanced around at each other.
"And there's MORE!" Minimoose proclaimed. "Haven't all of you felt it? That feeling you were being watched? Like the eyes of strange things are upon you?! Look! Reading this right now! YOU! Yes, YOU!"
"OH MY GOD!" Dib cried out as he saw you, the others gazing on in amazement and horror. "That…that means…"
"Then…then…" Professor Membrane murmured.
"AAAAAAAAAA!"
People were screaming, running left and right. The pod people howled in terror, folks were bolting out the door and the windows, and Dib, pale as a sheet, shook his head back and forth, looking up at you.
"Please, whatever you do! Don't stop reading! DON'T STOP READING THIS STORY! DON'T EXIT THE TAB! DON'T CLICK AWAY! DON'T! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
4 notes · View notes
cilliansaccent · 4 years
Text
The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 3
Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!
Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better. 
PLEASE READ:
I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.
I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!
I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!
There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.
The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!! 
——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——-
Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…
Characters:
Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)
Cillian Murphy
Word Count: 3,869
!!Warnings!!: None. 
Date: March 2016
Chapter Name: A Heat of the Moment 
Brief Chapter Outline: Cillian meets Gabrijela’s best friend while both are still in bed before they head out for breakfast. Their morning ends with time spent at a local park where things begin to spice up between the pair... 
——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——- ——-
During the night, Gabrijela had a nightmare. She woke up crying out which startled Cillian and he had her gathered in his arms, hushing her and reminding her where she was and who she was with. 
He had made tea after that, and she had checked her phone to see what time it was. Around four in the morning. 
Together they sat back in bed after she refreshed herself in the bathroom, his arm around her, she clutched her tea and sipped it slowly. 
They soon went to bed afterwards, and she was all snuggled and warm once again in his arms. 
Came morning, she was scrolling through her Instagram and Facebook, replying to messages. 
Cillian stayed in bed with her and was chatting on the phone to someone. Sounded important, she thought. 
He hung up and sighed, rubbing his eyes, "Later today I have to drive up to Manchester." He said. 
"For filming?" She set her phone down, her heart sinking a little. 
"Mhm," he laid back down on the bed, and she rolled on to her side, facing him. 
"How will I get there? Or is there like an office here?" She asked. "As you can tell, I didn't read the letter again." She laughed softly. 
"You'll catch the train, I believe. You'll have to pay, as the rent for this apartment is all covered by the show. Is that fine?" Cillian asked. 
"Oh, sure! Yes, it's fine. I saved up as much as I could, and my dad gave me extra money, plus he gives me an additional fifty bucks a week." She said. 
"Oh, that's nice. I don't really know how much that is in pounds but seems a lot." He smiled, admiring her features. He was quite shocked and mesmerised how many freckles she had, so he asked, "I'm guessing you got the perks of your mothers side, huh?" 
She puffed out her cheeks, "Yeah. Lotsa freckles. And uh... Yeah." She was about to say good assets to but bit her tongue back. "Though, I was bullied as a child for it all. And as I got older, I discovered the magic of makeup. Covered the whole lot." She said, shaking her head. "But then I met my best friend who psyched me up, made me confident and to love myself." 
"And you should. There isn't anything wrong with how you look, or what you have." His voice was soft and still had that rugged sleepy tone. Made her feel... things. 
Her skin pricked when she felt his fingers glide through her messy bed hair, she stared into his eyes once more. Finding herself lost in them and hadn't realised he had moved closer. Or did she? 
But the sound of her phone ringing made them jump away from each other, he cleared his throat. 
Gabrijela picked up and her best friend, Lucia, let out a gasp. 
"Hey! Wait- Oh my god whos that?!" 
Gabrijela forgot for a whole second there that she could see Cillian beside her, "No one!" Gab clutched the phone to her chest. 
"Hey! HEY! No use hiding now, I saw it all girl! Lemme see! Hi random guy!" Lucia cried. 
"It's fine," Cillian chuckled when Gab gave him an apologetic look. 
She pulled the phone away and directed it at Cillian, who seriously looked like he was doing more than sleeping with his messy hair and sleepy eyes. 
"Finally, better than seeing your tits, Gabbie. Hi, hi, I'm Lucia." The dark-skinned girl with wild black hair waved excitedly through the phone. 
"Hello, Lucia. I'm Cillian." He waved back. 
"Goodness! I know! Oh my goodness! Gabbie! Scandalous!!" Lucia laughed, "Holy crap. Oh." She spoke in Spanish, and for a few minutes, they stared at the ceiling. 
Gabrijela was blushing like mad, "God she's mad. I'm so sorry." 
"Don't be, it's seriously okay," he got up and stretched. She couldn't help look at his butt. 
It was cute. 
"Hey, where'd he go? I got some questions! Why are you in bed with each other huh? Gab I need answers." Lucia came back into the frame, her brows high up and questioning look in her dark eyes. 
"Nothing happened, my god. So fucking horny." She muttered so Cillian couldn't hear. 
He went into the bathroom, the door shut a little. 
"You two seemed to have had a rumble of some sort." Lucia chided as Gabrijela popped on her Airpods. 
"Nooo, no fair!" Lucia whined. 
"Nope. Not allowed." Gabrijela laid on her side, legs pulled up a little. 
"Please tell me why then? If you didn't do anything then why? How'd you meet? Have you started the internship yet?" Lucia laid out the questions. 
"He picked me up at the airport, yesterday we spend the afternoon together and went for dinner and then... I guess he stayed the night because it was awfully late." Gabrijela wasn't going to tell Lucia what happened in the pub. She didn't want to stress her bestie out anymore. 
"Oh, yes. It was late." Lucia annunciated with a wink and air quotes with her fingers. 
"It was! I offered him to stay." She whispered it was more like an angry hiss. "Honestly, you're such a pain in the ass." She groaned. 
"But a fantastic pain in the ass! You love me!" She beamed. 
"Yeah, that's true." She laughed softly before Lucia delved into a different subject, about some guy she managed to nail the night before at some house party she went to. 
Cillian came back out of the bathroom and had a view of Gabrijela's ass. She hadn't noticed he stared at her, this... sudden need for her weaved through him and he quickly turned to go to the kitchen. 
What the fuck, he thought as he made coffee for the both of them, what was wrong with him? She was so out of his league and he shouldn't even come out of the bathroom until she moved. 
But it seemed it would have been a while when thirty minutes later she hung up and got up from the bed. 
"God, she can talk." She huffed as she came to the kitchen, and he handed her the mug of coffee. He made it his way so he hoped she liked it. 
"She seems quite uh, outgoing." He said, sipping his coffee. 
"Yeah. She is. But I think she was very hyper because she saw you. She's a massive fan." She leaned against the door frame of the kitchen. 
"So, she's your best friend?" He continued. 
"Yeah. She's twenty-three but thanks to our parents who know each other, we literally grew up together. She's like my little sister, but more... wild. She hates having foundations and loves being taken on the wind, so she says." 
"That's sweet. I guess that life suits some people." He stated with a slight shrug. 
"Yeah. My other three friends have a partner, three marriages next year." She laughed softly. I'm a bridesmaid for one." 
"Oh? You said three are getting married. Busy year." He blinked with surprise. 
"Oh yeah, very. Three different outfits. One is getting married in February, so it'll be summer. The one in July, and the other September." She shook her head. 
"Damn. One in each season almost. Gifts too?" He finished his coffee. 
"Yep. They did this deliberately, in the same year. Two will be at the same function rooms, the other is more country-styled as she lives in the countryside. If I was also getting married, I think I would've been sucked into doing it in the same year too." She shuddered, "I wouldn't want that. I'll have my own year." 
"Yeah. I'd agree on that. Would be too much." Cillian nodded. 
"Oh well, at least I can find an outfit here for the weddings. Get something... Different. Or well, depends if I have enough money on the end after my shopping spree." She set her empty cup into the sink and washed up. 
"So, should I make breakfast or...?" Gabrijela asked. 
"I thought we should go out for breakfast. There's a nice pub down the road but I can assure you there won't be any--"
"It's fine. I'm sure it'll be amazing." She turned to him, giving him a reassuring smile. 
He closed his mouth and smiled, "Alright. I'll get myself dressed, I guess it'll be the same thing as yesterday." He hummed and went to fetch his clothing. 
Gabrijela grabbed some black jeans, a short-sleeved cream sweatshirt, on top a checkered black and white shirt and then an oversized denim jacket on top of it all. 
She pulled on her Doc Martins and a small crossbody bag enough for her wallet, phone and her passport. 
"Ready." She smiled and the pair headed out. 
The pub had an okay crowd, still had the creepy old man vibe but maybe she was still shaken up from last night. 
Cillian kept close to her side, his hand brushing along hers to remind her he was there. They took a table outside instead of inside. 
She picked up the menu and looked through it, "I'll have the big breakfast." She said. 
"Okay, what about a drink?" He asked, already knowing what he wants. 
"Mocha, please. Skim milk." She replied as she set the menu down. 
He nodded and got up to order inside. He came back after a moment before his phone rang up. 
He picked up, "Hey Sile." He said, his Irish accent spiked at the name. 
She remembered he had two younger sisters, this must be one of them. 
"Yeah... Yeah thank you, I'd love that..." He laughed, "Oh, god okay. Tell mum and dad I said hi and I love them... Thank you, gonna be a long couple of months ahead. See you, Sil." He said and hung up. 
"Who was that?" Gabrijela asked, even if she had an idea who. 
"My sister. Wishing me all the best for the upcoming months said she might come down with Orla, my other sister, and visit me." He said with a happy smile, he seemed to light up when he spoke about his family. 
"Awh! How cute! Maybe I should say hi," Gab gave him a cheeky smile. Their drinks were set in front of them. 
"Of course you can. They would love to meet you." Cillian agreed with her despite she was only kidding. 
"Oh-Oh yeah okay." She took her cup and took a drink of it. Perfect balance. 
As they continued to chat about this and that, some girls came up to the table. 
The brunette had a heavy accent, "Mr Murphy? Hi, I-I'm a big fan of you a-and I was w-wondering if you c-could sign this f-for me?" She held out a photograph of him as Thomas Shelby. 
Behind, her mother it seemed, was giving her an encouraging smiled as the other two girls seemed to do the same, holding out their own things for him to sign. 
Cillian seemed suddenly nervous and gave a look at Gabrijela, "Go ahead." Gab said, nodding a little. 
He smiled and signed the items, answering the fans questions but had politely declined a photograph with them. He gave them all hugs and they seemed to bloom with utter joy as they all giggled and hurried along with the older woman. 
"You wouldn't believe it but I get fans following me sometimes." He said as he turned back to Gabrijela. 
"Oh?" She snickered as their food came. 
"Yeah. I'm not too fond of it though. But it's not too much of a nuisance, not in London anyway. Where we film there's a lot of fans that hang around, hoping to catch a glimpse or for me to sign something." He said, smacking his lips in a 'tsk' sound. 
"But no photos?" She tilted her head to the side as she cut up her sausages. 
"No. I'd rather give a hug or sign, better for them to remember the moment." He explained. 
"True, but I'd always love a photo. I'd cherish that just as much as a moment, but that's just me." She said eating her food. 
"How about now? The past two days with me?" He looked up and paused from taking a bite out of his toast. 
She smiled as she gazed down at her food, "Cillian, this... experience, I'll remember it even after I've died. Besides, I got a photo with you." She winked at him. 
"Oh, that's true, true." He laughed sipping his coffee. "I'm glad I can make this experience amazing. It truly makes me thrilled." 
They moved on to a topic they both loved, music. It became heated, and people turned to see what they were on about. But they were in their moment, and even after they left the pub. 
They headed to a local park nearby, they had managed to calm down and come to an agreement finally. 
There was a little private area and they went there, beneath a large tree that had overhanging branches. There was barely anyone around but it was still nice. 
She crossed her leg over, hands folded in her lap. They sat there, in silence, totally in content with each others presence and the area around them. 
Peace. 
"I'll be leaving in three hours," Cillian said after some time. 
"Mood killer," She whined, looking at him with a scowl. 
"Sorry, wanted to remind you." He had an arm behind her, and she had moved closer to his side. 
"I'm gonna miss you." She said softly, she leaned her head back on his arm. 
"We'll see each other basically every day!" He chuckled softly. 
"I know, but we won't hang out as much, like now." She reached up and picked some lint off his shirt. 
He watched the movement, "Who said we won't hang out? We'll get the time. We can make time." He took her hand, holding it to his chest. 
The whole thing was weird, it felt... intimate. His arm around her, their heads close, his eyes on her. 
This closeness with Cillian was different than anything she had experienced. With her ex, whom she broke up a year ago, was a different type of closeness. It was more sex-driven and lust, unlike with Cillian, they connected with their similar likes and dislikes, and he never seemed to judge her. 
He looked at her as if she was more than a sex object, he watched her with pure interest and intrigue. 
But maybe she was looking too much into it, they had known each other well over forty-eight hours, and she was to be here till January. Who knows, maybe he was only putting on a show since he was a very reserved man. 
She didn't know how he was truly when he wasn't in his acting spotlight, maybe he wasn't nice, maybe-
She was overthinking now to an extreme and suddenly sat up. 
"What is it?" Cillian asked, sitting forward with her, a hand on her back. 
"Nothing, just thinking." She said as she slowly sat back, she moved closer to his side and laid her head on his shoulder.
His arm was around her once again and he squeezed her gently to him, "About?" He held her hand in his lap again, his thumb running over her knuckles. 
"Ah, nothing. Something silly." She replied, her emotions were on a wild roller coaster ride. 
"You know, you can talk to me? I know we have only known each other for a bit, but, I am here for a good chat. As long as you want." He brushed a hair away from her cheek, and she looked up once more. 
A devilish thought came to her and she had the urge to satisfy it. But she may as well bring down this growing relationship into the gutter if she did so. 
And he may not want to talk to her at all, only during her times when she was on set. 
"Yeah. I know. Thank you for the offer." She smiled, it made crinkles at the corners of her eyes. 
He let out a soft gasp, "Smile again like that." He suddenly said. 
"What?" She laughed a little. 
"Smile." He said and began to tickle her. 
"Cillian!" She cried out and laughed, trying to fight him off. "What is wrong with you!" She said in between laughter. 
She managed to escape, "Bad!" She backed up when he stood, giving her a cheeky smirk. 
And then she ran. He chased after her, around the little park they went. 
She laughed and he did too, they were having the time of their life. No one bothered them. 
She had lost him around a tree and was looking behind her, but didn't see him ahead. Neither did he. 
She ran right into him and their heads clashed. Together they tumbled back onto the grass with a gasp then a grunt from Cillian. 
She was on top of him rubbing her forehead, "Owie." She complained. 
"I hope I don't get a bruise now." He said, wincing a little. 
"What about my face, I can't get a giant lump on mine." She pushed herself up a little, both arms on either side of his head. Her hair was a veil around them. 
"Be more concerned about mine!" He squeezed her sides and she yelped, jumping at the touch. 
"You'll be fine!" She argued back. She watched his eyes widen a little, and he scoffed. 
She smirked, and she wasn't going to lie to herself, she did like this. She moved and he let out a soft grunt, she was now straddling his waist. 
"Should we get up?" He asked, slowly sitting upright. His arms moved around her waist, her hands slid up his arms to rest on his shoulders. 
"I don't know, do you want to get up?" She asked, her breath hitched when she felt his fingers tips come into contact with her bare skin. 
"I'm asking you." His tone was a gentle caress for her ears. 
She gulped, holding his gaze once more, and that devilish thought returned and she found herself succumbing to it as she leaned in. 
Cillian felt his heart pound faster as he watched Gabrijela lean in, his mind was telling to be the better man and to pull away, but he honestly didn't know if that was the right choice. Move away and create this awkwardness between them or let it happen. 
But he didn't need to do anything when she was the one who jumped back. 
"Fuck, I-I don't-" She scrambled off him, still positioned between his legs. 
"It's okay. Hey." He moved to a kneeling position and took her hand. "It's alright. Don't fret." 
She looked up at him, her brows furrowed a little, "God I don't know what I was doing. I didn't mean to. It's too early, fuck, what is wrong with me?" She laughed nervously as she stood up. 
He stood up as well, "Nothing is wrong with you. Heat of the moment." He stroked her knuckle with a thumb.
The touch eased her, but the 'heat' of the moment made her tingly all over. Everywhere. 
"Yeah. Heat of the moment. I'm still sorry though. I shouldn't have done that." She shakes her head, pulling her hand back. His touch was making her feel all sort of things. 
He sighed, "Come on, let's head on home." He said to her and she followed him reluctantly. 
The silence was weird and awkward. She stood before the door of her apartment and faced him, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" She said. 
"Yeah, we will. It'll be a big day, so get some early shut-eye, eh?" He asked. 
His expression was soft, caring. No hint of judgement. It made her almost want to kiss him. 
"Okay. I will. I gotta prepare my stuff for tomorrow anyway, got a report to do." She hummed. 
"Alright." He kinda just stood there, expecting something else. 
She stepped down a step and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held on to him and his arms wrapped around her swiftly. 
"Thank you for the last three days. I can't wait to work with you further," She murmured and pulled back enough to admire his finely chiselled face. 
"Yeah, neither can I. And the rest of the crew, of course." He squeezed her sides again. 
Heat bloomed within her, "See you tomorrow, Cillian. Drive safe." She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 
He pulled her close so their bodies were flushed. She could feel every hard part of him, the strength of his body. 
She let out a soft moan and blushed as they pulled back, "You be safe too. Ring me if anything happens alright? Even if you need a chat. It'll be a long train ride." He said, cupping her cheek with a hand. 
She could see the nerves behind those lovely big eyes, the moment had rattled him. And she wasn't sure if it was good or bad. 
She nodded and stepped back, "Bye." She smiled and went to the door, punching in her pin and pushed open the door. She looked at him once more before she turned away and closed the door behind her. 
When she came to her apartment and peeked out the balcony, he wasn't there. His car was gone. 
She sighed and went back inside, the last hour was wild and she never felt so damn hungry for more. 
More of him. 
Her heart ached, her body ached in places where she wasn't satisfied in a long while. 
God, she thought, she was here on an internship. To fucking learn. Not to fuck the materials. 
She shook her head and cursed herself when she thought about the scenes of him in the show. The intimate ones. 
Another moan escaped her. "Fucking horny piece of shit," She muttered to herself and fished out what would ease her body. 
Later that night... 
She had received a call from Allison. The news was, she was going to be picked up around five in the morning. 
She chatted with the woman about what to expect, how long she was going to be on set or if there was anything else she was supposed to do. 
Gabrijela learned that she was going to work with, bing bing! Cillian most of the time, and the other men who were to be the Shelby men. 
Great, she thought, she would have to deal with the man who was wedging himself into her heart and soul. 
But, she had to put it aside. This was for her studies, and she needed to focus. And to shower. And eat. And then sleep. 
But she was also excited that she wasn't just going to work on the set, she was going to help Allison design some clothing for some play that was set to practice early next year. 
More to learn, the hungrier she got. 
She did as Cillian told, eat, shower, talked to her dad for a bit before she hit the hay. 
Though, her dreams were muddled with Cillian, his gaze, his touches, his soft lips that brought about gooseflesh all over her. 
And the wicked sounds he pulled from her. 
16 notes · View notes
technoplaguearchive · 4 years
Text
Cruel To Be Kind (4/4)
If he had been asked, Bakugou didn't think he would have ever been able to predict the awkward fucking day he was about to have. But one ruined pastry later and his life goes in a very different direction, one he finds that isn't wholly unpleasant.
Pairing: MidoriyaxBakugou / BakuDeku Rating: Teen & Up Category: M/M Fandom: My Hero Academia | Boku No Hero Academia Originally Published: April 16, 2019 on AO3 Chapter: 4 of 4
Previous
No.
Had he really just said no? To the man he’d been in love with for years? No?!
Oh fuck Mina’s right, I’m a psychopath, he thinks derisively.
When he sneaks a peek at Midoriya’s face out of his peripheral, the nerd looks stricken and pale. Any other day that might have been funny but in this context it’s just awful. The green haired man’s eyes have gone wide and he’s staring at Bakugou in open surprise. Bakugou is honestly surprised that he hasn’t seen any kind of pain set in yet, right now it’s just shock.
He watches his mouth open and close several times before Midoriya finally settles on closed and then turns away. His profile is that of a defeated man and Bakugou hates himself for it. He’s the cause of this hero, his hero, looking like the world is ending and there’s nothing that can be done to save it.
“Fuucckkkk.” He drags his hands over his face after setting his food down and falls back into the comfort of the couch. He’s half-tempted to blow something up to run off some frustration but this is not the time- and everything that could be blown up has been before or it got moved specifically so he wouldn’t while he was gaming or something. Kirishima has actually been the one to suggest moving everything away from the couch after a really intense gaming session where he’d singed several pillows and blown up two good tea mugs. He’d actually been a little upset about the mugs but Kirishima had come through and replaced them.... well, he’d replaced one and after he relayed the “hilarious” story to everyone, Midoriya had actually found a replica of the other and given it to Kirishima to give to Bakugou. The stupid nerd had known it was Bakugou’s favorite mug and had taken it upon himself to fucking replace it when it was Bakugou’s own stupidity that had broken it.
A puff of sound beside him reminds him that Midoriya is beside him. He turns his head to finally get a good look at the man and wishes he hadn’t; Midoriya is smiling that weak ass smile he used to get back in high school when shit was bad and he hadn’t mastered the “it’s all right” grin yet. Bakugou feels his insides twist and he pitches forward to shove his head between his knees, instead knocking his forehead on the table and reeling backwards from the pain with a scream.
Midoriya is quick to action, leaping the space between them and landing astride Bakugou to inspect his forehead. Bakugou, romantically inept cur that he is, panics and shoves Midoriya backwards off of him. What happens next is Midoriya sitting squarely on the cream cheese pastry and spilling Bakugou’s coffee everywhere. In response to this, Bakugou can only stare with fingers pressed to his forehead and a shocked expression.
He was so fucking stupid.
Midoriya’s lower lip trembles and he makes no effort to move from his pastry-laden spot, instead those big green eyes starting to water and those perfectly freckles cheeks mottling with embarrassment. Bakugou can only stare at watch the whole fiasco unfold. What could he possibly do to salvage this? Midoriya only wanted to talk and Bakugou has instead catapulted him onto the table like some kind of freak.
The men spend several minutes staring at each other, cheeks red, before they look away and anywhere but at each other. Finally, tentatively, the blonde reaches a hang out shakily and casts a glance to Midoriya sideways. The pain on the nerd’s face is too much to look at directly and the pain in his chest at being the cause is almost too much to bear.
“ ‘m sorry I shoved you. Panicked,” he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand then looks directly at Midoriya’s heartbroken face, “Just hungover still, is all. Sudden touch is too much right now.” The realization settling over Deku’s face is like the dawn breaking and Bakugou feels himself smirk ever so slightly.
Midoriya takes the offered hand and pulls himself up, letting go almost immediately to try and assess the damage sitting on a once delicious pastry has done to his shorts. His face breaks again into disappointment and he groans. Bakugou laughs only slightly, clamming up when Midoriya shoots him a glare and raising his hands in a small surrender. “I just bought these shorts,” the green haired man laments in a voice just short of crying.
In one fluid motion Bakugou stands and gestures for Midoriya to follow him as he strides back towards his room. He only assumes he’s being followed if the startled “yes’sir” is anything to go by. He may not have any shorts that’ll fit, fucking nerd was built like a house, but a good pair of sweats or gym shorts should work.
Now that he’s showered he feels a little less like crap and can finally take stock of the situation his bedroom is in; several pairs of clothes are strewn everywhere. He can only assume in an attempt the get pajamas last night he’d thrown everything around... however that doesn’t explain the underwear on his pillow. He hadn’t noticed them this morning and he’d slept next to them. Gross.
Midoriya seems to find it all amusing though and is giggling as Bakugou scoops all the clothes up and deposits them in a hamper in the corner. “Shut up, nerd,” he growls menacingly. Midoriya only laughs more.
With an exaggerated eye roll Bakugou grabs a pair of gym shorts from a drawer and all but throws them into the other man’s chest. “Fucking change, you’re not sitting on my couch with your cream cheese ass.” At the look of barely constrained amusement from Midoriya, Bakugou let’s little explosions pop in his hands. “Change your fucking clothes or I’ll change them for you, nerd.”
This seems to work in getting Midoriya to take him seriously and he watches him scramble towards the bathroom to change shorts. Idiot.
When it seems to be taking a longer time than anticipated, Bakugou raps his knuckles on the door and calls out, “You need me to come in there, Deku? It’s just a pair of shorts, I can’t imagine you’re having issues with such a simple thing.”
The sound of things clattering to the floor is his answer and he doesn’t wait before slamming the door open to be greater with an unexpected sight; Midoriya is sitting on the counter in his underwear with various bathroom products scattered about him. His own shorts are on the floor and the loaned gym shorts are clutched in his hands.
Bakugou can’t be held responsible for his next actions, any reasonable person would have done the same. Or so he tells himself afterwards.
The next few minutes seem to pass in a blur of consciousness for the blonde. He vaults over the cargo shorts on the floor to scoop Midoriya into his arms, despite the man’s protestations, and carries him out of the bathroom. Midoriya is flailing and stuttering the entire time, right up until Bakugou dumps him on the bed on his ass and starts wrestling the shorts from his grip. In his panic at being caught Midoriya’s fingers have tightened on the shorts and he flat out refuses to loosen his grip. The litany of “Kacchan what are you doing” and “Kacchan, what the hell” is incessant and only stops when Midoriya finally relinquishes the shorts because Bakugou is all but crawling on top of him. Bakugou lets out a triumphant “Ha! Damn right, nerd” and waves the shorts in the air before he jumps off and turns to face the red-faced man sitting on his bed. In the back of his mind all he can focus on is Midoriya shyly sitting on his bed, scarred fingers clutching the wrinkled blanket and cheeks a crimson they rivaled Kirishima’s hair. How has Bakugou never noticed how well shaped Midoriya’s legs are? They’re all muscle and it’s a surprise he’s not salivating. He’s always been a sucker for a nice pair of legs and fuck does Izuku have a gorgeous pair. He can just imagine grabbing a hold of them and feeling those muscles under his fingers...even his teeth and lips.
But there was a bigger problem to address and he needed to get ahold of himself; no shorts.
So Bakugou drops to his knees and before Midoriya can process what’s happening Bakugou is sliding the shorts over his legs and pushing him backwards into the bed to finish pulling them up. When he seems to finally register what’s going on Midoriya panics and flails our, clocking Bakugou right in the side of the head with a, thankfully unpowered, fist.
This is what finally knocks Bakugou to his senses. Well, that and the sudden blossoming need to puke. He falls backwards onto his ass, straight on the floor, and stares as Midoriya sits up in all his flushed glory.
“Ka-Kacchan?”
Bakugou stays stock still with wide eyes. He’s barely even registered he was punched, his brain is now deciding to play back with frustrating high definition what he had just done.
Midoriya is suddenly kneeling in front of him, shorts in place. (When had he done that?) One Of those scarred hands reaches out slowly, presumably to cup his face if the hand gesture is any indication. “Kacchan? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you! Let me check and see if you’re okay.” His fingers barely make contact when Bakugou ruins everything again.
“Oh fuck.”
There’s the vomit. Finally. He all but shoves Midoriya into the bed and scrabbles like a deranged crab towards the bathroom. He slips briefly on the discarded shorts and curses their existence before making it to the toilet to dry heave the barely existent contents of his stomach into the bowl.
Agony.
Red blossoms behind his closed eyelids like droplets of blood. He hopes faintly it’s not blood, even though blood would make no sense.
How the fuck do people enjoy drinking if this is what it’s like? Holy shit this is truly awful! Does Mina have to do this every time she drinks? That’s gotta he really unattractive to any guy she brings home. And what about Kirishima? Ugh. No way shark-teeth would ever get a kiss if this was what happened when he went out! Gross! Who honestly thought drinking was fun if this happened! Maybe Pinky was right this morning and there was a problem. This kind of drinking had to stop, can’t always drink away your stress-
“You’ve thought about kissing Kirishima?”
Of course! Who hasn’t thought about kissing Kirishima? What with those weird teeth and those big dumb adorable eyes and he pouts really cute.
“I mean, I guess Kirishima is kind of cute. You guys would be really cute together.”
Gross, no. Kirishima isn’t his type.
“You just said he was cute.”
“I definitely did not.”
A gentle hand lands on his shoulder and jolts him back into his body. He turns to find a pair of soft, worried green eyes staring at him. The smile on his lips doesn’t quite meet his eyes and Bakugou is confused. “You definitely did, Kacchan. You were mumbling between trying to...puke.” He lets out a sad little laugh.
Bakugou screws his eyes shut and melts backwards into the warm body behind him. “I did no such thing, nerd. You can’t prove shit.”
This gets a genuine giggle from Midoriya and it goes a little towards easing him. “I’m really sorry for punching you, Kacchan. I think I may have hit you too hard and you’re in love with Kirishima now.”
Bakugou mimes vomiting and is promptly dropped onto his back so his recliner can avoid being puked on. “Not in love with Kirishima,” he mumbles from his spot on the floor, eyes still shut against the bright lights in his bathroom, “never Kirishima. Don’t like red heads. His legs are too bulky anyways.”
“I think you’re still drunk.”
Bakugou slaps away the hands trying to lift him by his armpits. “Hungover as fuck. Who let me drink this much last night?” The question is mostly rhetoric... mostly. He does kind of want to know why Kirishima didn’t knock his ass out.
The hands are more insistent this time and he’s hauled to his feet rather reluctantly and only after complaining that the floor was colder. With help he half walks to the bed and flops down onto his back, reminiscent of awful his awakening this morning. Midoriya plunks down on the other side of the bed and keeps quiet. Bakugou cracks his eyes open to see what the nerd is on about and sees him just staring with a small smile. “What, asshole?”
“You’re kind of funny when you’re hungover.” He shrugs and then toys with the hem of his shirt. “You’re a dick when you drink but you’re funny when you’re hungover. I wish you wouldn’t drink so much though,” he whispers the last words as he looks up to meet Bakugou’s red gaze.
Unable to stand the guilt Bakugou looks away. “Tch. Not drinking this much ever again.” He swivels his head back, slowly, to peg Midoriya with a hard stare. “And I’m not a dick when I drink.”
“You actually kind of are?”
“Why would you think that?”
Midoriya lets out a huff of breath and shuts his eyes tightly, like he’s bracing for some huge impact or to get screamed at. Which, depending on what he said, the latter might happen, hangover be damned.
“You yelled at me a lot last night. And you tried to fight me.” He opens his eyes to see Bakugou’s placidly watching him, waiting. When the blonde nods for him to continue Midoriya answers with his own small nod. “We haven’t fought since we were kids, Kacchan. You were really mean last night. I only wanted to help.”
“Spit it out, nerd. What did I do? PinkyPie said I fucked up.” Midoriya nods again and Bakugou growls. Of course he’d fucked up. “Something about love confessions.”
Midoriya’s wince is all the confirmation he needs. “You got really mad at me. I wanted to apologize. I know you don’t feel that way about me and I shouldn’t have brought it up, especially when you were drinking and not in the best state of mind. It was clear all night you didn’t want to be around me but I pushed, and I’m sorry. I kept following you like we were kids again.”
Both men laugh at this. “Not mad about the confession.” He looks back over to see Midoriya staring at his lap so he reaches out and slaps the back of his fingers against the nerd’s knee. “Hey, look at me.” Midoriya grants the request and looks up under his lashes. “Fuck do you even know how stupidly attractive you are when you do that? Fucking quit” he growls as he slaps his hand harder against his knee.
“Ow! That really hurts!”
“No it doesn’t, asshole.”
“You’re being so mean, Kacchan. You must be feeling better if you’re being this mean.” Despite his words there’s a small smile tugging at Midoriya’s lips and Bakugou sighs at the sight. The nerd really was cute. “You aren’t mad that I confessed?”
“Seriously that’s what you fucking took from that? God you’re dense as fuck.” He rolls over onto his stomach and scoops Midoriya down to him with an arm around the man’s waist. The squeak he gets from it is adorable, like a fucking excited puppy. Midoriya uncharacteristically stays in Bakugou’s grip, but stays tense under the arm. Taking this as a good sign Bakugou continues. “I’m not mad about the confession, dipshit. I’m mad at the how. And I called you attractive and you completely skipped over it in favor of hearing I wasn’t mad about your shitty ass love confession.”
“It’s not nice to say someone’s love confession is shitty!”
Bakugou pushes him away and rolls to sit up with a half-hearted glare. “Well it was. That is honestly the worst way to confess! How do you expect someone to reciprocate if you think telling them you love them in a back alley is okay?”
“How would you do it, then? It wasn’t exactly planned! Not like it matters, you said no twice now and you’re being really scarily calm about it.” Midoriya doesn’t seem offended or scared anymore, but he’s not entirely at ease in Bakugou’s presence.
Bakugou shoots him a smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief despite their tiredness. “Nah, I ain’t gonna tell ya. You don’t deserve to know. You’re not smooth enough to pull it off anyways.”
The pillow that hits the back of his head is unexpected and he turns startled eyes to Midoriya who still had the pillow clutched in his hands and an enthusiastic smile on his perfectly kissable lips. “You’re a bully, Katsuki.”
Bakugou Rios the pillow from his hands and throws it back at his face with a laugh. “Damn straight, idiot. Now let’s go back to our coffee, my mouth tastes like shit.”
“Good thing I’m not allowed to kiss you, I’d hate to taste that.”
The unexpected words cause Bakugou to stutter-step as he’s climbing off the bed and he almost faceplants.
“HAAAAA?”
Midoriya tosses him a sly smirk on his way past into the main area. “Kirishima probably wouldn’t mind though.”
Bakugou watches the nerd walk, no- fucking sashay, back to the couch without moving. That cheeky little shithead...he’s actually kind of more in love with him for it. “Oh you’re so in for it, Izuku Midoriya. I’ll show you who wouldn’t mind it” he mutters to himself as he moves to rejoin him on the couch and resume the free, and probably cold by now, coffee.
Tumblr media
The next few months pass by too fast for Bakugou’s liking. He’s so occupied on trying to dial back his drinking that he doesn’t even notice the city getting colder. All in all, he’s done really well. He hates to lose, after all, and this is just another type of competition. He’s managed to get it down to drinking once a week, and he’s made a deal with himself that he won’t even do that if someone comes over. He’s trying to be better. The BakuSquad has started randomly showing up on his time off if it coincides with theirs, and it’s kept him alcohol-free for quite a few nights. It doesn’t always work but it helps.
Mina attributes the ‘easiness’ of his quitting from him not really being addicted, but Kirishima seems proud of him all the same. And Bakugou can’t stand making that idiot sad so he keeps trying. When he proudly proclaimed to Kirishima one night that despite having the day off and no one coming over he hadn’t drank, Kirishima had kissed him. And Bakugou hasn’t really minded, but they both knew it wasn’t right. So Bakugou had tactlessly said the teeth weren’t as bad as he imagined and dove in for one more kiss. The night ended with both men deciding they wouldn’t work out, and Kirishima trying to psyche Bakugou up to confess to Midoriya. Bakugou’s response had been to tell him he’d only do that when Kirishima stopped crushing on him. That was how he found out Kirishima had been thinking about asking out someone he worked out with, and he couldn’t have been happier for his friend. But of course he wouldn’t tell him that, so it was a shoulder bump and an “About fucking time, shitty hair.”
And so the months passed in more or less the same fashion. He kept busy at work and if he was stressed too much he called Ashido. He took her up on the offer of listening if it was needed. And more than once she stuck her pink fucking nose in his business and asked how it was going with Midoriya. Every time he shot her down and told her to shut the fuck up if she knew what was good for her. Turns out she did, in fact, know what was good for her after the tenth threat to her life.
Speaking of the nerd, he learned to ease up...some. He wouldn’t fully ease up until he confessed himself and got a yes. On the chance Midoriya turned him down, he didn’t want to admit to being a lovesick fool. It was easier to pretend nothing existed than to be a mopey imbecile. He could be normal angry Bakugou if it didn’t work out and no one would be any the wiser.
But it was time to finally admit he needed to do something about this. His time with Midoriya was getting harder to stand. There was only so many times he could shrug off a touch that lasted a bit too long or a stare that lingered. He had a suspicion Midoriya was catching on but Kirishima assured him that the nerd still firmly believed Bakugou was not interested and was just behaving weirdly because he wasn’t drinking as much.
Idiot.
When snow finally came to visit their city he couldn’t put it off anymore. The time to tell Midoriya was now or he risked losing him forever. He couldn’t stand seeing the man’s face in magazines with the words “hottest bachelor” stamped across the pages. Those dweebs didn’t even know Deku, not like Bakugou did. And he’d fucking show them. Deku wasn’t a bachelor, oh no. He just didn’t know he belonged to Bakugou...yet. But that was going to change. Tonight.
Midoriya usually got home around 8pm if his texts from the last week were anything to go by. It was 7 now, which gave him an hour to get flowers and candy and half an hour to obsessively rehearse his speech. Half past 8 seemed a good enough time to show up, it gave Midoriya enough time to settle in from work. Fuck he hoped the nerd wasn’t in the shower when he showed up. No, scratch that, he could be in the shower but only if he invited Bakugou to join him and-
“Fuuuccckkkk.”
He bangs his head on the metal pole beside him on the train. He was getting so off topic thinking about a naked and wet Deku. Mentally he shakes himself and chastises that he needs to get back on task, stay focused.
The flowers were easy, he could grab some of those funky colored carnations he saw online. People dyed them all kinds of crazy colors and he had a feeling Midoriya would like them. Orange and green, that’s what he wanted. He would mimic their hero suits and make the damn nerd swoon from his attention to detail. Deku was always into sappy shit like that.
The candy, well... that one might be harder. Deku loved chocolates but there was one brand that he had once threatened to dismember Bakugou over if he ate them all. It stuck in his head only because he couldn’t remember the little jackass ever threatening to rip his arms off before. Ochako has laughed like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard and when Bakugou aimed a rather large explosion her way Midoriya had chucked him across the street like he was a rag doll. Needless to say, he was never forgetting that fucking candy.
8pm on the dot his phone vibrates with a message from Deku.
DEKU: just got home. Have a good night! Let me know if you need to talk and I can come over or call
Bakugou huffs out a small laugh at how predictable his little nerd is. No, not his yet. But tonight he will be. This thought makes him smile as he finally strides into the complex Deku lives in. Okay, so half an hour to stand out here like a creep and practice what he wants to say. He could totally do this.
“Deku- no, shit. Can’t call him that for this. Gotta do this right!” He slaps his cheeks with a growl and mentally starts over. Just then his phone buzzes again and he sees messages roll in from the group chat.
RIOT: good luck tonight! Zappy-Boy: you got this, man! SeroIsBadAtNames: go get em! AlienQueen: don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, sweetie <3
Of course Ashido would be weird. He types out a response with a smile.
Blasty: you do everything, and everyone AlienQueen: how rude AlienQueen: but seriously, good luck Katsuki Blasty: thanks, idiots Blasty: if I don’t respond...idk. It could have gone either way RIOT: he loves you, shut up. You got this!
Of course Kirishima was super excited about this. That man had become his number one supporter since they’re little rendezvous.
He silenced the device and slides it into his pocket. No more distractions. He starts psyching himself up again.
“Izuku. I know we haven’t always gotten along-“
“You’re right, we haven’t.”
A shock jolts up Bakugou’s spine at the voice. That voice. Slowly he turns his head and gets an eyeful of Deku bashfully standing at the base of the stairs, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Deku, you damn nerd! I’ll kill you!” Honestly who could blame him? The nerd had snuck up on him! “Who do you think you are, sneaking up on me?”
Deku giggles and Bakugou feels his heart soar at the sound. He would kill to hear that for the rest of his life. “I didn’t think it was sneaking, Kacchan. You’re standing in my parking lot like a creep.” At Bakugou’s scowl he offers a huge grin. Then, noticing Bakugou trying to hide things on the ground, he tries peeking around. “Whatcha hiding?”
“N-nothing! Back off,” he shouts. He can feel the sparks in his hands and quickly closes them to smother any explosions.
His stutter and evasiveness only seems to pique Midoriya’s interest and he skips, actually skips, the distance between them to stand almost nose to nose with his visitor. “You’re hiding something, Kat-su-ki.” He pops each syllable of his name and smirks at seeing the blush rise on Bakugou’s neck.
Bakugou pushes at Midoriya’s chest to no avail and the green haired man just laughs. “I’m glad you came to see me. Why don’t you come on up and ai’ll order us a pizza.” Without waiting for an answer Midoriya spins on a heel and starts off back towards his apartment. When he reaches the stairs and Bakugou still hasn’t joined him he calls back, “I’ll go up first and leave you to gather whatever you’re hiding. I’m assuming it’s for me if you were hiding it from me,” he grins, “That’s cute.”
Oh there was no way the nerd didn’t know Bakugou was in love with him.
Quickly he scoops up the gifts and darts off after Midoriya. The apartment’s front room is as he remembers it; sparse living room decorated in blues and yellows and reds. Still obsessed with All Might. He laughs a little and looks over to see Midoriya putzing around the kitchen, presumably looking for a pizza menu. “Usual for me, you know what I like” he calls out. Midoriya nods without looking back and dances a little when he finally finds the menu. Adorable idiot.
Figuring this is his best chance Bakugou deposits the gifts on the small table. Midoriya would see them, sure, but maybe he could knock this out before food was delivered. He didn’t have a speech yet but he could do this, he’d wing it. He can hear the call ending in the kitchen so he prepares himself, standing beside the table so everything was in view.
Midoriya’s face as he turns the corner and sees the display sours Bakugou’s mood instantly, however. Instead of awed, the nerd looks confused and keeps glancing between the gifts and Bakugou like he’s not sure who anyone is or what flowers are. Maybe he should have been holding the flowers? Shit. Quickly he picks them up and crosses the room to stand before the other man. Midoriya looks slightly taken aback and backs up, Bakugou trailing him until he’s flush against a wall with the blonde looming over him. “Kacchan? What’s going on?”
Bakugou groans and rolls his eyes and shoves the flowers against his chest. “I had this all planned out, shitty Deku. Of course you’d ruin it.” He waist until Deku accepts the colorful carnations then stuffs his hands in his pockets. “They’re for you. The chocolates too. They’re the ones you like so much.”
Midoriya peers around Bakugou with wide eyes. When he alights in the chocolates he darts past the blonde to get to the table. Immediately he drops to his knees and touches the box reverently, acting like he’s not sure it’s real. A little hurt at being abandoned over candy, Bakugou turns to give him an earful but one look at those tear filled eyes has him swallowing his words. Midoriya looks so happy.
“Kacchan. You got all this for me” he chokes it, words caught between sobs.
Bakugou nods and sits beside the other man on the floor. He needed to do this now before they got derailed or Midoriya got the wrong idea.
“Why would you get me these things? I mean, it’s really nice of you but you’ve never done this befo-“ Bakugou places his palm over Midoriya’s babbling mouth, effectively cutting him off, smiling at the wide eyes and the red growing on the other man’s face.
“Let me say what I need to say, and then I’ll let you babble away for the rest of the night. Nod if you understand.” Midoriya nods eagerly behind Bakugou’s hand and he grins. “Good boy.” Midoriya blushes even more at the praise, so Bakugou files the knowledge away for later.
He clears his throat and grabs one of Midoriya’s scarred hands in his own. The shock from the other man almost has them pulling apart but Bakugou holds on tighter. “Izuku, I know we haven’t always gotten along. We grew up together and I made your life a living hell. I thrived on it, even. But I watched you grow with jealousy. I think that was why I was so hard on you. Even quirkless you were a better hero than I could be. And then you got a quirk and suddenly I couldn’t keep up. But when we graduated, I watched you rise through the ranks with fondness. Before that, even, I think the jealousy faded away to an acceptance. I was even proud. You were going to be so much better than me, and I had a new goal to strive towards. But I-,” he swallows past the lump of coal burning in his throat, “I didn’t know how to tell you I didn’t hate you anymore. You kept being nice and I didn’t deserve it. I think I was punishing myself on your behalf. I thought I didn’t have a right to your kindness. So I kept pushing away. But the further I got the more I hurt. It hurt to be in your orbit, too, but for a different reason.” He threads the fingers of their joined hands together and squeezes lightly. Midoriya looks like he wants to cry and Bakugou’s not far behind. “It took awhile to realize, but it hurt to be in your orbit because I love you and I didn’t think I deserved that. I was awful to you, I didn’t deserve to love someone as pure as you. But, that didn’t stop the feelings from being there. And, well, I finally realized I can’t keep putting it off. The options were speak up or step aside, and I don’t like backing down. I think you know that better than anyone.” Midoriya is actually crying now and Bakugou reaches out with his untethered hand to wipe a few tears away. “So, Izuku Midoriya, I love you. I’ve loved you for years. And I felt you had the right to know.”
Silence stretches between them, punctuated only by their heavy breathing. It gets tense before Midoriya breaks it, mercifully. “You told me no, Kacchan.”
He doesn’t want to admit that this breaks his heart. He knows how Midoriya felt now at hearing those words. It’s a soul crushing feeling. He starts disentangling their fingers so he can make a quick escape. “Yeah, I guess I did. I wasn’t happy with you confessing first and in a shitty back alley and in that situation, so I said no. Like the fucking psychopath I am.” He climbs to his feet and double checks he’s still got his phone and everything else on him; check, all there. “I understand that I did irreparable damage. But, I thought you should know. And this was kind of how I planned on confessing for awhile now. You asked how I would have done it? This. This is how I would have done it.” He laughs suddenly, tears now spilling down his cheeks. This is an unfamiliar feeling and he hates it. The only other time he’d felt like this was watching All Might retire. “Just maybe without the rejection. But don’t worry about it, s’all good. We go back to normal now. You can keep the flowers and chocolates, I’m not that much of a dick.”
He takes a few steps backwards, trying to etch this last look of Deku in his brain, and then turns to leave. He gets another two steps before a green blur tackles him to the side and they go skidding across the floor and into a wall. Logically he knows it’s Deku but his training kicks in and he pops an explosion against the wall to stop himself from hitting it hard.
“DEKU WHAT THE FUCK I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU!”
The nerd’s face is buried against his chest and he’s heaving great sobs and soaking Bakugou’s shirt through. “Oi, nerd. What the fuck?” He grabs a fistful of Midoriya’s hair and yanks, pulling the blubbering man’s face up to see what was going on.
Midoriya looks a right mess but he’s smiling as big as All Might and Bakugou is so confused. Hadn’t he just rejected him? Why was he smiling.
“Deku what the fuck?”
Midoriya laughs suddenly through the tears and unwraps his arms to wipe the tears from Bakugou’s face. “You’re so dumb, Kacchan. You never listen to me.”
“Hey, shitty nerd. I just poured my heart out and now you’re being rude?”
“No!” Midoriya sits up suddenly astride Bakugou’s hips. “Listen to me, Kacchan. Just listen.” He plants his hands firmly on Bakugou’s chest like he plans on keeping him in place forcefully if necessary. “You told me no. But then we talked, and you said I was attractive. And you said you weren’t mad. So I thought, maybe there was hope? And I’ve been trying to give you space! But Kirishima said you had big plans!”
“Hair for brains is getting his ass kicked for this.”
“Don’t interrupt me, Katsuki! You have no manners! But I was giving you space to get used to me loving you, and to see what you’d do. But you had told me no, and that crushed me. But I didn’t stop loving you, you big idiot.”
“Watch your mouth. You’re hanging out with me too much if you’re getting this mouthy.”
A devilish smirk crosses Midoriya’s face and it’s so at odds with his tear stained face that Bakugou has to laugh, but it ends when Midoriya brings his face level with the blonde’s underneath him. “You can watch it for me. I’ve seen you doing it, Kacchan. You think you’re subtle but you’re not.”
He plants a palm in Midoriya’s face and pushes, shoving distance between them. “Says the man I caught checking my hungover ass out. You’re one to talk, Izuku.”
“Say it again.”
Bakugou shoots him a glare. “Getting a little demanding. Wanna say please? And elaborate?”
“Say it again. My name.”
Bakugou is admittedly taken aback but does as asked. “Izuku.”
Midoriya’s smile is blissful. “Again” he pleads.
Bakugou smirks and closes the distance between them, sliding his knees between Midoriya’s. “Izuku,” he whispers, bringing their faces closer. “Is this what you wanted, Izuku? You wanted me to beg for your love?”
Midoriya shakes his head but his face tells a different story; he looks completely enraptured. “I never want to make you beg. Unless that’s what you like, then I guess we can-“
Mood gone.
Bakugou covers his mouth again and narrows his eyes. “Stop talking. You ruin things. And who said there’s a we?”
“Mwycanbugthooifthasswatyouslike.”
Peeling his hand away he wipes it on his jeans with an overly disgusted face. “What the fuck did you just slobber all over my hand to say?”
“I said, I can beg too if that’s what you like.”
“Jesus Deku you can’t just say shit like that. How are you so nonchalant about that?”
“I mean, I can’t say I haven’t pictured it. I’ve had a lot of time to come up with fantasies and I guess since we’re confessing to things tonight and we feel the same there’s no point denying it.”
“Deku, I’m going to kiss you but I need you to shut the ever loving fuck up. Your lips are doing completely the wrong kind of movement and I physically can not take any more of your inane blabbering.”
“So mean, Kacchan!”
Bakugou grabs a fistful of Midoriya’s shirt and hauls him forward, clashing their lips together in the worst first kiss imaginable. Even kissing Kirishima wasn’t this awkward.
Midoriya looks blissed out though when they pull apart and Bakugou pushes him away again. “You need practice. You’re gross.”
Midoriya just nods and stumbles to his feet, pulling Bakugou up with him. “Yeah. Okay, we can practice. You’ll teach me. I’ll learn your moves again.”
“Nerd.”
“Your nerd.”
At this, Bakugou can’t help but smile. Yeah, certainly his nerd. For as long as the little idiot would have him. “Yeah Deku, my nerd.” A knock on the door interrupts them and Bakugou groans. Fucking pizza man. He spins Deku and plants a boot in his ass to push him towards the door. “If I open the door with a hard on I will have to blow up the delivery boy. Get the pizza so we can eat and I can ravish you.”
The look of delighted terror on Midoriya’s face is enough to feed Bakugou’s sadistic ego for years to come.
Hours later, as they lay on Midoriya’s floor after eating too much pizza and making out for far longer than decent, Bakugou reflects on what brought them here. What brought him to this happy place that he never thought he deserved.
His plan hadn’t worked like he’d wanted it to, but he had Midoriya now. It worked out. And he would work every day to keep that smile on his nerd’s face. And for him, he’d stop drinking altogether. He never wanted to forget Midoriya confessing his love ever again.
And if he had it his way, they’d be confessing their love every day until they were nothing but dust.
24 notes · View notes
moonlightkitkat · 5 years
Text
Desperada review time!
The girls noticing her crush on Luka is adorable
Him standing behind Marinette and showing her how to play❤️🖤
Oh god the girl’s reactions to Adrien and Kagami when the ex shows up
Adrigami is adorable and that joke was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen
Oh no don’t ditch Luka.....
“Your boyfriend” please yes.
Alya?? Supporting Lukanette??? Yes please!
JAGGED AND THE MOM?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
AW HES WEARING THE GLASSES AND WANTS HIS NIECE TO PLAY
Marinette playing the flute? I better see a lot more fox Marinette fanart
Oh god she did Luka so dirty.. that hurt my heart. Like it literally hurt my heart.
Luka was so willing to let Adrien use his guitar even though his crush sold him out, what a good guy. I need fluffy apology Lukanette fics stat
Desperada’s design is gorgeous! That tux?
Wow Kagami.. she really doesn’t hesitate lol
Whoa an Axe guitar, what a weapon
Ladybug broke that bridge like it was nothing holy crap
Marinette’s smile whine she heard him play warmed my heart
Wow there’s so gonna be fics about Luka and Adrien being stuck in a locker together aren’t there. Tag me please
I see Mr. Pidgeon 3.0 in our near future after this Akuma
When did Marinette learn the different miraculous?
Why didn’t she just give Luka the miraculous? He was right there. Fu did the same thing with Kim
“Can’t be two heroes at the same time,” *points to Snake Noir and Dragon Bug* wanna bet?
“Can I love you?” Big mood
Did Sass not recognize the black cat miraculous?
So five minutes, okay.
oh poor Plagg.. something tells me that this isn’t the first time he’s been trad3d
DID LADYBUG GET SNIPED?!
“Aspic.”
Oh my god Adrien no flirting.
Her dying was totally his fault that time
Oh god
Wow Chat now you know how Ladybug feels, maybe you’ll think twice about sacrificing yourself
Are you telling me that Adrien was so stubborn that he tried 25,913 times and THAT was his limit? That was how stubborn he was? I feel like this was Astruc’s way of trying to get the fans to shut up about Ladybug having to watch Chat die so many times. Only she didn’t die..
Can you imagine how the reveal’s gonna go? When she realizes that her partner let her get captured over 29,000 times before finally admitting that they need someone else for the job?
That Wink? ViLadyNoir is now my favorite ship.
Vipereons got some MUSCLE
Look at him study her attacks
Wow Luka way to observe and learn her weak points
Did... did Fang get smaller??? Jagged’s holding him like a puppy
HE FIRED HER BECAUSE SHE ATE HIS CEREAL??
Also Chat Noir could learn a thing or two from jagged. “I respect her decision.” Basically “she said no and I respect that.”
Kagami has freckles? That’s adorable
I have no idea what the ship name for Adrien/Mari/Luka/Kagami is, But I’m putting “Three blues and a Blonde” as an idea
37 notes · View notes
bottomtonyhoe · 5 years
Text
Drama kings - Chapter 1
Tumblr media
“Nice game there , Ackles “ Coach Jackson’s voice rings across the field , then he looks at the rest of the players and starts giving ‘ em instruction.
“ Dude , it is like he has a daddy-crush on you or something “ Chad says , yanking off his helmet . His hair is so wet with sweat .
“ Basically , everyone has a crush on me “ Jensen says . His arrogant grin is hidden behind the metallic helmet .
Later on . After a much needed shower , Jensen and Chad head to Jensen’s most beloved belonging ; the impala 67 , a gift from his asshole of a father on his 16th birthday . He still remembers the white note on the windshield that said :
“ Sorry I couldn’t be here today son . Happy birthday and I hope you love this .
Dad “
Yeah . Fuck his dad , but he does love it , though .
“ Let’s wait for Tyler first “ Chad says , getting in the passenger seat .
“ No . He missed practice today which got me the ‘ You are a crap captain ‘ speech “ Jensen says as the engine comes to life .
“ Now you are a crap friend too “ Chad sasses but music plays , Led Zeppelin, Fucking Ackles .
“ Can’t hear ya , music is too loud “
————
On the other side of the private , full-of-brat kids school , Jared Padalecki sits alone on his lunch table , like any miserable new kid who’s just moved into town . Until a rather pretty girl , who looks a little emo , takes pity on him and sits her tray next to his .
“ Being the new kid sucks , huh ? “ She says smiling , starling him at first but he returns it , taking in her simple beauty . He always found girls pretty , but that’s as far as it gets . He doesn’t play for their team .
“ Pretty much , Yeah “
“ Anyways, I am Genevieve . Gen for short . You ? “ She says , eating her greek salad .
“ Jared , you are in my math class right ? “ he knew he recognized her from somewhere.
“ Yupp . So , there are theatre auditions in like half an hour . If you like , you can come with us . You are pretty enough for a side character “ Gen winks at him .
So she is on of those theatre kids . Jared always hated the stage . He felt too exposed and he hates being the centre of attention , but he loves English plays . He could read and watch ‘em for hours . He even wrote a few ones , but never had enough balls to show ‘em to anyone .
“ Not really my area , but I could come watch if you like “ he offers with a small smile .
“ Splendid ! “
————
“ Slow the fuck down , Jensen Ross Ackles “ Chad tightens his seatbelt , regretting the moment he hopped in the car with this asshole .
“ Full name , huh ? Low blow “ Jensen says and speads up , enjoying his friend’s agony .
“ You are an asshole , Ackles “
Jensen eventually slows down and parks around ‘ Mark’ gunshop ‘ .
“ Tell me why we are doing this again “ Chad asks , turning to look at his childhood , teenage , fucking all his life bestie .
“ Because we skipped 7th period and we have nothing better to do “
“ So we shoot targets at your dad’s navy buddy shop instead of taking a nap “ Sarcasm is so high right now , they could drown in it .
“ Pretty much “
————
“ You did amazing , Gen . You are definitely getting Amy’s part “ Misha , Gen’s stupid , all-time bestie as she introduced him to Jared , says and he gives her a bear hug .
Misha was a very nice , funny guy once you get past all the goofy crap . He was also good looking . Jared was specifically fond of his sky blue eyes .
“ I agree , You will get it “ Jared grinned , showing his dimples .
“ You would’ve got Jimmy’s role if you had auditioned , though “ Gen says . Apparently , she is the persistent type .
“ Not my thing “ Jared says , sitting down .
“ Football your thing ? “ Misha asks , taking a seat next to him . Before he gets a chance to answer , Gen jumps in , “ Even if it wasn’t , The ackles kid , he would make it yours “ She fans herself dramatically.
“ Who ? “
“ Jensen freaking Ackles , quarterback star , team captain , square jaw and most importantly , an asshole “ Misha emphasizes.
Jared knows all about square jaw assholes back at his old school . He also knows about their interesting opinions on new kids , especially out of the closet ones .
“ Nah . Football ain’t my thing “
The rest of the day goes quite well . Jared arrives home on his bicycle . He parks it near the entrance when he hears the sound of a loud engine and he looks at the source . A boy , who looks his age or maybe a year older , steps out of it and Jared forgets how to breathe .
Holy freaking hell . Dark blonde hair all spiked up with no apparent use of gil , slightly tanned skin reflecting the sunshine , freckles dusted across his face like someone splashed atoms of gold on it , green emerald eyes and full , almost feminine , lips that look and probably taste like pure sin . He is wearing Jared’s school uniform , a tie missing and two buttons opened . He looked like a greek God . Maybe he is a greek God , sent to kill him right here .
The boy turns and their eyes meet . Jared feels his face heating up and he turned on his heals , opening the door and quickly shutting it behind him . He bathes in the shame of being caught by the male model who is supposed to be his neighbor. Shit .
————
That was fucking weird . Weird and what was the word ? Beautiful .
No . Jensen refuses to call any guy no matter how good looking that . What was wrong with him ? Staring at that kid ? He was straight. He likes pussies and tits and that was it . But why is he flushed ? Why does he want to go after that kid who was obviously, checking him out ? Nah .He doesn’t like guys . He doesn’t like that tall , tanned , puppy hair , hazel eyes , lean , freaking dimples , blushing kid . He definitely doesn’t want him .
But why does it feel like he really does ?
————
Should I go on with this one ?
————
Chapter 2
103 notes · View notes
Text
Heart Emoji (Final)
Happy Valentines Day everyone! 
COMMISSION MASTERLIST HERE
Enjoy!
********************
From Tony: Bucky baby, the limo will be here in ten minutes, are you ready to go?
From Bucky: Sure am, sweet thing. But I can’t seem to find the bag I packed earlier? Do you already have it downstairs?
From Tony: Oh I ditched that, you won’t need a bag tonight.
From Bucky: Tony, I definitely do need a bag. It has all my clothes in it.
From Tony: What’s your point?
From Bucky: I need clothes Tony.
From Tony: Oh, I beg to differ.
Bucky met Tony at the front door, spinning his boyfriend around and bending him back into a messy kiss.
“Hey baby.” Tony’s eyes were sparkling bright, and he was already biting his lip trying not to smile so big. “You ready for our big night out? Huh? Ready for our very first Valentines Day as an official couple?”
“I’m ready to fuck ya through a mattress.” Bucky growled playfully. “Don’t need it to be a fancy mattress though, somethin’ in an alley works just fine.”
“You know, you’d think alley mattresses would be a boner killer but today I don’t even care.” Tony hooked his arms around Bucky’s neck and dragged him back for another kiss. “Just wait until you see where we are going through. You’ll love it.”
“I love you.” Bucky said seriously, but when a limo of outrageous length pulled up to the curb, his mouth dropped. “Tony, what in the hell? What did ya do, rent the biggest limo ever made?”
“I didn’t rent anything.” Tony snorted. “I own this bad boy. And it’s not so much a limo as it is a forty foot long Cadillac designed specifically to be the most obnoxious vehicle on the road at all times. There’s a water bed in the back of it.” Bucky’s eyes widened and Tony grinned. “A water bed, Bucky. You ever tried to do it in a pool? Because that’s what it feels like to lay on a water bed.”
“Water beds seem like a terrible idea.” Bucky let Tony pull him towards the outrageous car. “What if they spring a leak?”
“Gettin’ wet never hurt nothin’!” Tony crowed and Bucky took a closer look at him.
“Tony, are you already drunk?”
“I stole a little bit of Thor’s mead.” Tony admitted. “Just a sip. But I got some in a flask for you, because I thought it would be fun if you got a little tipsy tonight.”
“Are you sure it was just a sip?” Bucky cupped Tony’s jaw and stared into his eyes. “Seems like you’re a little more than just tipsy.”
“It was a big sip.” Tony scrunched his nose. “But don’t worry, it's just to keep me loose and giggly so you can--” he leaned in and whispered into Bucky’s ear, laughing out loud when the big soldier’s knees wobbled a little. “Yeah see? Super fun.”
“So um-- a water bed, huh?” Bucky tried and failed not to look too ridiculously hopeful. “Is it a long ride to the hotel?”
“About an hour.” Tony confirmed, dark eyes warming when Bucky kissed his knuckles. “Got a little certain something you want to do in the meantime?”
“We can start our Valentines Day celebration in the limo, right?” Bucky opened the door for Tony, palming over that fantastically round ass he loved so much. “Right?”
“Well I mean, if that’s what you really want….”
The limo driver wisely followed Tony’s directions to leave the divider up between the the drivers seat and the rest of the limo, to ignore any and all sounds coming from the back seat, and to politely give a ten minute warning when they were approaching the hotel.
Bucky and Tony were more or less put together by the limo pulled to a stop, flushed and giggling and unable to keep their hands off of each other.
“You really didn’t bring any bags?” Bucky mumbled over a kiss, his hands in Tony’s hair as they stumbled towards the elevator in the lobby.
“Brooklyn, this is a fancy enough hotel that they put brand new toothbrushes in every room for each new guest. There is soap that costs more than your clothes do, shampoo that lathers up a truly astonishing amount and smells like what I imagine romantic comedies smell like and the worlds fluffiest robes. We don't need clothes.”
“You tellin’ me I’ll only be wearing a robe for the rest of the night?” Bucky felt around behind him for the elevator buttons. “I could get on board with that.”
“Bucky.” Tony was laughing, teasing, sucking at Bucky’s tongue as it dipped into his mouth, digging his fingers into the immovable muscles at Bucky’s shoulder. “Oh honey, the robes are just for decoration, You aren’t wearing anything at all tonight. Nothing but your birthday suit.”
“Oooh.” Bucky moaned when Tony’s hands slid down the back of his pants. “Lucky me. So tell me is the bed in this place--”
He shut up abruptly when the elevator doors slid open into a penthouse suite. “Tony, there isn’t even a hallway. Is this our room?”
“Best place in the hotel.” Tony nodded, pulling Bucky out into the huge living room. “The elevator goes clear to the top of the building and this is the only room up here. This is all ours.”
“It's looks--” Bucky stared around the room in shock. “It sorta looks like somethin’ in Greece, all these pillars and white rocks and all.”
“Yeah, I think they call it the Ode to Olympus or something.” Tony said distractedly, already tugging on Bucky’s belt. “There’s cherubs on the walls, and the ceiling above the bed has a big painted scene from Athens and the canopy is held up with statues of the gods.”
“You’re joking.” Bucky was too busy staring to even notice Tony trying to get him naked. “Can I see the bathroom? What does it--” he peeked inside the bathroom and shouted- “Holy crap there’s a waterfall in here! There are vines climbing the walls! What the fuck?”
“Uh yep.” Tony shimmied out of his own jeans and tossed them aside. “Something about letting guests bathe like the goddess Diana and her maidens? I dunno, but splashing around in waterfall did seem sort of fun. And the vines make it all woodsy and romantic I guess.”
“The bathtub would hold six people!” Bucky pushed his hair out of his eyes gaped at the sunken bathtub. ‘“It’s painted gold! The water sparkles! How many jets does this thing need?”
“It could hold six people.” Tony peered around Bucky's shoulder. “Or you know, two people frolicking wildly. And the jets are adjustable so that could be insanely fun.”
“There are floor to ceiling mirrors.”
“I need a floor to ceiling view.” Tony shrugged. “What about it?”
“You planning on having lots of sex in this bathroom, Tony?” Bucky finally asked, cocking his head and smirking when Tony's eyes lit up. “Will we make it to the bed at all?”
“Well I hope so.” Tony flipped the shower on and steam started to fill the room. “The bed vibrates.”
“....you’re serious aren’t you?”
“Bucky babe, I’d never joke about vibrating beds.
****************
From Clint: Wife of mine, are you ready to start our evening?
From Natasha: Husband of mine, I’ve been ready all day. And I do mean READY all day, so perhaps we should stop texting and get down to it.
From Clint: Christ, even when you are being demanding you’re sexy. Maybe especially when you’re demanding. You should definitely tell me what to do more often.
From Natasha: Clint Barton you get that sweet ass up to our room NOW. I expect you to be wearing nothing but your robe, open to your belly button, and I want that gorgeous cock hard for me.
From Clint: HO HO HOLY CRAP I CAN’T  BELIEVE HOW HOT THAT IS OVER TEXT WE SHOULD PLAY THIS GAME MORE OFTEN
From Natasha: My love, if you meet me in our bedroom I have another game to play you’ll enjoy just as much.
From Sam: So I feel like it's just going to get more awkward from here on out so I should probably speak up and remind you guys that this isn’t a new text chat, this is the same one we were using before?
From Bruce: Ditto. My eyes are bleeding.
From Natasha: Oh my god, Bruce and Sam I am so sorry.
From Clint: I’m not. Natasha, bedroom in five.
From Natasha: I’ll need fifteen darling, I have to slip into something much less comfortable and much more revealing than my sweatpants.
From Clint: Is it MUCH more revealing?
From Natasha: SO  much more revealing.
From Bruce: MY EYES!!!
****************
There was a quiet knock on the bedroom door and Clint straightened up on the bed, his stomach knotting in anticipation.
All the years he and Natasha had been together, all the holidays they’d spent in love, and he still never got tired of her. He would never be tired of the way her eyes sparked when she knew he wanted her, the quiet sigh as he kissed her, the way she was sweet and vulnerable and soft after they had finished loving each other, coming together, and the perfect way she fit into his arms as if they were two pieces of the same puzzle, made to be together always.
God he loved her.
“I love you.” Clint blurted when the door opened, and Natasha paused mid step to smile at her husband, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and glancing up at him from beneath her lashes. “You are so beautiful.”
“You’re awfully beautiful yourself, husband.” She said demurely, and shut the door behind her, the lock engaging immediately so there was no chance they could be disturbed. “Are you ready for me?”
“So ready for you.” Clint promised, eyes widening as Natasha loosened the sash on her robe, the dark green silk slipping off smooth shoulders to bare an expanse of creamy skin, dotted with freckles that Clint could trace from memory. The shallow dip of her throat, the line of a delicate collarbone and--
“Oh Christ.” Clint’s eyes flew open wide when he saw the bright red swatch of silk that wrapped around Natasha’s breasts in a bow, traveled down her stomach and into the vee of her legs. “What-- what-- what-- oh my--”
Natasha laughed quietly, always more than pleased when she could strike Clint entirely speechless even after all this time. “Do you like it, darling?” She drew her fingers across the silk, tugging teasingly at the bow as if it would come apart at any moment. “I asked you what you wanted for Valentines Day and you said me so--” Natasha dropped the robe to the floor and struck a sultry pose. “So here I am.”
“I love you.” Clint groaned, but then he started smirking, then smiling, then it turned into a grin which turned into a laugh. “I do love you, but oh my god, Natasha I--”
“It will not go well for you if you keep laughing at me.” Nat warned, green eyes flashing dangerously. “What the hell is so funny?”
“I just--” Clint jumped off the bed and opened the sash of his robe, kicking it aside and showing off his own Valentines Day outfit of a bright red swatch of silk that wrapped around his chest in a bow, covered his navel but didn’t quite cover the rest of him as it disappeared between his legs. “Look. We’re twinsies!”
“Clinton Francis Barton.” Natasha covered her mouth with her hand. “What are you wearing? Why do we match right now?”
“Well, the obvious answer is that we’re soul mates.” Clint pointed out blandly. “Because when we decided to buy something sexy to wear, we both thought this fake bow shenanigan was the sexiest choice.”
“Oh my god.” Natasha started laughing, her shoulders shaking. “Clint, oh my god.”
“I’ll be the first to admit that I think the bow looks better on your bosoms though.” Clint tilted his head and looked Tasha over critically. “Yep, definitely better on your bosoms. And my man bits are not held in at all by this little piece right here?” he tugged at it meaningfully. “Which makes me feel rather well endowed but also a little bit on display, so if you don’t mind terribly I’m going to go ahead and take this off.”
Natasha was practically cackling at this point, one hand held over the bow to keep it from falling right off of her chest as she watched Clint twist and turn and nearly fall on his ass trying to get out of the ridiculous lingerie. “Clint!”
“Okay okay here we go.” It took some effort, but Clint finally escaped the outfit, tossing the mess onto a chair and refastening his robe around his waist. “I don’t know why you’re still laughing Tasha, it wasn’t that funny.”
“The funniest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Natasha wiped tears from her eyes and was still giggling when Clint pulled her in for a long kiss. “I do love you, husband. Only you could make me laugh this hard. Just when I think I’ve seen all of your bullshit--”
“Come on wife.” Clint kissed her again, lingering over the embrace until Natasha sighed happily and settled into his arms. “I’ve got several decades worth of bullshit that should keep you laughing.”
“I can’t wait.” She murmured, lacing their fingers together and pushing Clint’s hand down to her ass. “But for right now maybe we should laugh less and do a little more of this sort of thing, hm?”
“If you can’t laugh during sex, it’s not good sex.” Clint said solemnly.
“Mm-hmm that’s right.” She nodded, pulling him towards the bed. “But in this case, if you laugh at me in this again I’ll use it to tie you to the bedpost and not in the sexy way, in the ‘you’ve pissed me off and aren’t getting laid for a month’ sort of way.”
“I am definitely not laughing during this sex.”
“Yep, that’s what I thought.”
***************
To say Steve was nervous about his evening with Thor was an understatement.
He had no reason to be nervous of course, at least not a legitimate reason. Thor had never been anything but loving and passionate in bed, attentive to every cue from Steve’s body, dominant when Steve wanted to be manhandled, sweet when Steve needed to be held, his touch forever reverent as if Steve was a treasure of the highest sort.
He had no reason to be nervous, and yet as Steve opened the bag from Victoria's Secret he was nervous to his very core.
He had walked in and out of the damnable store no less than half a dozen times, working up his nerve to just purchase the red and white briefs, and it had been Tony who had finally rifled through the drawers to find something Captain America sized-- as Natasha had so helpfully yelled across the store-- and marched up to the counter to buy them.
Steve had never before been envious of Tony’s ability to just not care what anyone thought of him, but at that moment he was maybe the tiniest bit jealous that Tony could dig through the lip gloss containers while flirting with the girl behind the counter as she wrapped up the underwear and casually telling the woman next in line that the blue bra was prettier than the green, but her partner would be thrilled to see her in either.
Meanwhile Steve blushed bright red for the entire duration of the walk out of the mall, folding his arms so the VS bag wasn’t quite as noticeable and pretending he didn’t notice that Natasha was giving the group chat a play by play of the afternoons events.
And now he was still nervous as he got dressed, slipping into that blue robe that Thor loved so much and making sure his… underpinnings… were covered just in time for Thor to come to bed.
“Beloved.” Thor picked up Steve’s hand and kissed his knuckles and then his palm, linking their fingers together over his own heart. “Happy Valentines Day.”
“Happy Valentines Day, babe.” Steve’s grin was just this side of goofy, but damn did he love Thor. “Ready for your surprise?”
“I have something else for you first.” Thor started to say, and Steve jerked away, a hand over his bandaged shoulder protectively. “No, my love I won’t be attempting anything else using Cupid.” Thor sighed. “You haven’t forgiven me for that yet?”
“You slicked yourself up in baby oil, leapt into the air and fired an arrow at me.” Steve frowned. “You made me bleed. Of course I haven’t forgiven you for that yet.”
“My apologies, sweetheart.” Thor said solemnly, then pulled a beautifully wrapped package from behind his back. “Perhaps this will start to make up for it?”
“You got me a present?” Irritation immediately forgotten, Steve snatched the present and sat back on the bed. “What is it?”
“Open it.” Thor said with a soft laugh, joining Steve on the bed and pulling him onto his lap, wrapping strong arms around his waist. “You look beautiful, by the way. I love when you wear my robe.”
“I know you do.” Steve flushed a little, but tipped his chin back so Thor could lay a line of kisses down his throat. “I thought you’d like it tonight too.”
“I prefer you in nothing at all, of course.” Thor murmured, rubbing his nose over the soft spot behind Steve’s ear. “Except perhaps mistletoe if the season calls for it. Perhaps a flower crown so I might trace your body with the petals.”
“I’m wearing something you might like more than petals and mistletoe.” Steve admitted, and lightning flashed in Thor’s eyes, big hands tightening possessively at Steve’s side.
“Unwrap your present.” Thor instructed, shifting back on the bed so Steve was lying more securely against him. “Then I shall unwrap you, hm?”
“Okay.” Steve angled his head up for a searing kiss, then ripped the bow off the package, tossing the lid aside and--
“--Thor, what the hell is this?”
“It’s a chocolate heart.” Thor supplied, unsure as to why Steve sounded so horrified. “I was told that giving chocolate hearts was a Midgardian custom.”
“Okay but--but--” Steve kept staring at the box. “Thor, this is-- this is literally someone’s heart. This is a chocolate mold of a human heart.”
“My heart!” Thor boomed, pounding at his chest. “Not just a human heart, my heart! Molded with chocolate as an expression of--”
“Oh fuck me, it’s filled with jelly.” Steve held up red stained hands. “Thor, you got me a human heart filled with jelly?”
“Well--” Thor hesitated. “Clint told me--”
“You know what, that actually explains everything.” Steve said wryly, licking the jelly off his fingers. “Clint having anything to do with this explains everything. At least it's good jelly.”
“I know your favorite is blackberry currant.” Thor brought Steve’s palm to his mouth and swiped his tongue across it, smiling when he felt Steve shiver. “I too doubted Clint’s intentions, I was going to buy you one from the store but he insisted a cast of my own heart would mean more.”
“How did you even get a cast of your own--” Steve shook his head. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. Let me up so I can wash my hands and put this away until later.”
Steve didn’t notice Thor holding onto his robe as he slid off the bed, so he was completely surprised when it stripped off his body as he stood, treating Thor to a view of golden muscles and perfect skin and a pair of red and white briefs cut snug over his hips, straining over his cock, and left open in the back, Steve’s ass framed by a cutout of a heart.
“Steven.” The air punched from Thor’s chest and Steve flushed crimson, turning his back to hide the ridiculous panties. “No no, beloved let me see you. Let me see you.”
Thor turned Steve carefully, palming over the silky briefs before dropping to his knees and digging his fingers into Steve’s rear, groaning over the perfect curve so clearly outlined by a strip of white lace.
“It’s stupid.” Embarrassed, Steve tried to pull away but thunder rolled through the room, Thor’s grip tightening to almost bruising. “Or-- or it’s not?” he squeaked. “You like it?”
“I’d have you like this tonight.” Thor rumbled. “On your hands and knees sweetheart. Let me worship you with my mouth.”
“Shit--” Steve gasped and went to his knees as well. “Yes, Thor please.”
“Anything you wish, my love.”
*************
From Clint: Good morning lovers and lovebirds! How is everyone doing on the fantastic Friday morning? Everyone awake? Nice and perky? Ready to rock the day? Ready to get some shit done? Everybody feeling happy happy happy? It's a happy sorta day yes sir it is.
From Bucky: What in the hell? Clint get the hell off your phone. You’re in bed with Natasha, why are you texting us?
From Clint: You didn’t have to respond Bucky bear!
From Bucky: Your days are numbered, Bird Boy. Murder face emoji.
From Steve: Oh my god it’s almost noon. How did I sleep this long? Has everyone else been awake for hours already??
From Steve: Also, Bucky what is with your emoji thing, even I know how to use smiley faces.
From Bucky: It’s not a smiley face, it's a murder face.
From Tony: One day when I’m not all blissed out from our night together, I’m going to tell you exactly how you’re using your phone wrong, okay babe? And by the way Cap, no one was awake. My eyes have literally been open for thirty seconds because Clint decided he’d rather text than have sex.
From Clint: You don’t know I’m not having sex.
From Natasha: You’re not having sex, husband.
From Natasha: Also, apologies everyone. I’m sure you’re all trying to enjoy post Valentines Day bliss, but Clint is one of those rare males that does not in fact fall asleep right after sex and instead gets perkier and perkier with each round.
From Steve: How many rounds did it take to make him this perky?
From Steve: You know what, comment withdrawn, I don’t want to know.
From Clint: FOUR! FOUR ROUNDS!
From Steve: Damn it I said I didn’t want to know.
From Thor: CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR SEXUAL PROWESS NATASHA!
From Clint: Why does Natasha get the sexual prowess award?
From Natasha: Thank you Thor, I take great pride in my ability to reduce my husband to a giggly dumb mess post sex.
From Tony: Well we all know how Clint and Tasha’s night went. Steve? Thunder Thighs? How was your night?
From Thor: MOST EXCELLENT! NO ONE IS AS PERFECT AS MY LOVE! HIS BEAUTY WOULD LAUNCH A THOUSAND SHIPS!
From Bucky: What does that even mean?
From Tony: It means that you need to step up your romance game Buck. You’ve never compared me to Helen of Troy.
From Bucky: Who?
From Tony: Never mind. And thank you for not typing out confused face emoji
From Clint: HAHA! Middle finger emoji, Frosty!
From Bucky: Natasha, on a scale of ‘shoulder punch’ to ‘snapping my neck’ how much trouble would I be in for beating the hell outta your husband?
From Natasha: After how great last night was? Don’t even look at him wrong. I will poison you six different ways.
From Bucky: Noted. Shrug emoji. Moving on.
From Steve: Tony make him stop.
From Thor: I cannot help but notice that neither Sam nor Bruce are engaging in our morning chat, yet their names on the list. Where are they?
From Tony: What happened to the all caps, Point Break
From Thor: Steven changed my phone.
From Bucky: Thumbs up emoji, Steve
From Steve: OH MY GOD.
From Natasha: Wait, really where is Sam and Bruce? There are at least five things they should have objected to by now.
From Tony: Objected strenuously. Remember when Bruce said that? ‘I object strenuously’. Classic.
From Clint: Do you think it has something to do with Sam asking Bruce out the other day?
From Bucky: He didn’t like… officially ask Bruce out. I talked to him about it, told him that Bruce wasn’t into that sort of thing.
From Thor: What sort of thing?
From Bucky: Sex. Or relationships. He doesn’t really do that sort of thing.
From Thor: A man of Bruce’s genius and good looks should have no shortage of partners and yet he chooses to abstain? I admire his restraint.
From Tony: I don’t thing… I mean, I feel like it's not Bruce choosing to abstain it’s more like--
From Tony: Actually, no it’s fine. Bruce is a genius and a hottie, I’d be all over that if I thought I had a chance.
From Bucky: Thanks, babe. Thumbs up emoji.
From Steve: BUCKY!
From Clint: BUCKY!
From Natasha: OH MY GOD BUCKY CUT THAT SHIT OUT
************
Sam barely looked away from the TV when the living room door opened and Bucky and Tony peeked their heads in.
“Yo.” He waved over his shoulder. “How was your guy’s night? Everybody good and sexed the hell up?” Bruce made a disgruntled noise and Sam corrected. “Everybody good and loved the hell up?”
“Uh, hey guys.” Tony shuffled in quietly, Bucky close behind and Bruce grinned a little when one by one the rest of the team followed-- first Natasha and Clint, then Steve and after another moment, Thor. “What um-- Whatcha doing?”
“Watching a movie.” Bruce answered casually, unwrapping a piece of chocolate and popping it in his mouth. “What are you guys doing?”
“No no.” Clint shook his head. “No no, you guys don’t get to ask questions. Not when all of this--” he motioned around the living room. “--not when the living room looks like this. What the hell happened last night?”
“Nothing happened last night.” Sam said calmly, ripping the top off a box of candy hearts and emptying the whole thing into his mouth. “Nothing at all.” Then to Bruce-- “Why do people eat these? They taste like Tums. Or chalk. Yeah, I think this pink one tastes exactly like the chalk my sister used to play with.”
“Probably to delay all the heartburn from the ridiculous amount of chocolate they consume.” Bruce felt around the couch and grabbed a bag of peppermint patties. “It’s not the worst plan, you know. By the way, did you really eat your sisters chalk?”
“Yeah, it was supposed to be a joke, crumbled up her chalk and sprinkled it on her dinner.” Sam explained. “Except my dad didn’t think it was as funny as I did, so I had to eat it instead. Anyway, I’m saying this one?” he held up one of the tiny candies. “Tastes exactly like that did. Reduces heartburn my ass, it might actually stop my heart because it's not actually food. Is this supposed to be self care? Eating tiny hearts that say dumb things?”
“Nah.” Bruce shook his head, sipping at his green tea. “Just another weird thing that we all eat because commercials and society tell us it’s expected on this ridiculous holiday. But if people want to do it to make themselves feel better? Reading messages like ‘u r sweet’ and all that? Who are we to judge their version of self care? They aren’t hurting anyone or offending anyone and if it helps their day then why not?”
“You are so much deeper than I thought you were.” Sam commented easily, snagging a lollipop in a horrifying ‘Cherry Love’ flavor. “I knew you were smart but you have this whole view of society that's just--”
“You guys are really gonna sit here chatting about how you view society as if there isn’t a big ass giraffe in the corner?” Clint interrupted. “Just going to talk about chalk like there isn’t a six foot tall stuffed giraffe in the worst shade of Pepto Bismol Pink I’ve ever seen, wearing a glittery bow tie and grinning at me, which is frankly terrifying because I didn’t know giraffe had that many teeth. Just gonna sit here and let that happen, huh?”
“I don’t see what the problem is.” Bruce said slowly, blinking up at Clint as if entirely unaware of the absurdity of the situation. “Sam, do you see a problem?”
“Nah.” Sam shook his head and shifted on the couch so he could retrieve a bag of red and pink marshmallows. “Ain’t no problem.”
“Nope.” Tony cut in, pausing the movie and standing in front of the couch. “What the hell are you two doing? Why is there so much candy in here? I’d like to repeat Clint’s question and ask why is there a six foot tall stuffed giraffe in the corner, and also, I need a bunch more answers to literally everything.”
“They were out of stuffed bears.” Sam answered, as if that explained anything in the slightest. “So we had to settle for a giraffe.”
“Nope.” From Natasha this time. “Try again. From the beginning. What happened with you two last night?”
“Nothing happened last night!” Bruce insisted. “When you say it like that, it makes this sound sordid! And cheap!”
“And if there are two words that don’t describe me--” Sam pointed a candy bar at them. “It’s sordid and cheap.”
“Is that just your opinion?” Bucky snarked. “Or can the rest of us weigh in?” A spray of heart shaped Starburst bounced harmlessly off of his chest and Bucky rolled his eyes at the less than stellar attempt to shut him up. “You throw like a toddler, Sam.”
“You look like a toddler.” Sam retorted and when Bruce grimaced, Sam nodded in resignation. “Yep, not my best reply, I know.”
“Maybe it wouldn’t sound sordid if we knew what this was.” Steve cut in. “Because right now we’re all fairly confused.”
“Alright, not that it’s any of your business.” Sam narrowed his eyes at the group. “But I woke Bruce up very early this morning for a bromantic non-date.”
“A bromantic--” Tony sighed. “What does that even mean?”
“It means we went around to the grocery stores at like five am and got all the Valentines Day stuff for half off.” Bruce supplied, rustling through the bag at his feet and triumphantly showing them Valentines Day themed socks. “These were only two bucks! Can you believe it?”
“Uh yep.”
“Definitely.”
“I think they over charged you for it, actually.”
“Do you have underwear that matches?”
“Sure do.” Sam tugged at the waistband of a pair of red boxers. “We are awesome together.”
“So you two just--” Natasha motioned between them. “-- got up early, binged on discounted candy and novelty items and now are watching terrible rom coms?”
“Yep.” A firm nod. “Valentines Day isn’t just for people who have other people to do the naked dance of the beast with two backs.” Bruce snorted a laugh and Sam grinned. “We non two humpers also enjoy the shenanigans.”
Silence in the room for a minute or two, before Thor announced, “A wonderful idea! I will join you!” and both Sam and Bruce screamed when a few hundred pounds of demi god landed square in the middle of the couch, grabbing armfuls of candy and digging right in.
“Yeah alright.” Bucky shrugged and hauled Tony with him to the recliner, snatching a bag of chocolate hearts as he went, and Clint and Natasha were right behind him, snuggling up on the smaller love seat with several boxes of candy hearts.
“Look babe.” Clint showed Nat the mint green colored heart. “‘I’m N 2 U’.”
“Aw.” Natasha popped the candy in her mouth and kissed him sweetly. “I’m in to you too, husband.”
“Happy Valentines Day, sweet thing.” Bucky whispered, unwrapping a piece of chocolate and feeding it to Tony. “I love you.”
“Mmmm, love you too Brooklyn.” Tony snuggled in close and turned the volume up on the TV.
“Happy Valentines Day, beloved.” Thor rumbled, licking the sweetness from Steve’s lips. “The first of many.”
“First of many.” Steve promised. “I love you.’
From Clint: Okay but really we’re all going to ignore the big giraffe?
From Natasha: Just let it go sweetheart
From Bucky: No, I’ll admit I’m pretty curious too.
From Steve: It was probably Sam. He buys stupid stuff all the time.
From Sam: I resent that.
From Thor: I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT A GIRAFFE HAS TO DO WITH THIS HOLIDAY
From Tony: Absolutely nothing. A giraffe has absolutely nothing to do with Valentines Day. Brucie bear, explain the giraffe.
From Bruce: It’s my Valentines Day present from Sam. He has a giant koala bear, we stuck it to the windows outside like it's hanging out on bamboo.
From Sam: It’s literally the best thing anyone has ever bought me. This is a great Valentines Day.
From Bucky: Awww. Look at you two. Adorable. Heart emoji!
From Sam:.... what?
From Tony: Ignore him, we had sex in a waterfall last night, he’s still a little loopy.
From Bucky: Thumbs up emoji
From Tony: I give up.
*******************
SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THE FIC!
BUY ME A VALENTINES DAY KO-FI! 
156 notes · View notes
ambient-dawn · 5 years
Text
AB6IX ‘HOLLYWOOD’ MV Reaction
Fair warning before we begin: my brain to mouth filter is a touch broken atm being excited and sleep deprived at the same time is such a fun combination. So if I cuss I’d like to apologize ahead of time. I cuss a lot when I’m excited about something and I know some of you may not care for cussing (not to mention I’m sure some of you are younger than me and cussing around minors is not okay). So I’m trying my hardest to use clean alternatives but if I let something slip I am so sorry.
Edit: I thought this was going to be easy to screen shot but oh my god was I wrong. The editors used this weird fuzzy filter thing and it looks so cool and amazing for the mv but it does not translate well into the screen shots holy crap.
Edit 2: Picked out my photos for the solo reactions/first thoughts and oh my god I want to fight whoever edited/shot the mv cause the lighting for each solo scene is different and it’s driving my ‘artists ocd’ up the wall because all the colors look wrong/different and AHHH ITS SUCH A MESS! HOW’D YA’LL NOT PICK THAT UP BEFORE POSTING IT! ITS LIKE YOU DID HALF THE JOB, SAID ‘GOOD ENOUGH’ AND SLAPPED A ‘GOOD JOB’ STICKER ON IT FOR GOOD MEASURE!! ABSABKLBdbsdlkgbdnlsbfjsabjs! whhhhyyyyyy!
Edit 3: Please enjoy my decent into sleep depravity cause I’m nowhere near 100% still after my five minute nap and I do not want to try and edit these all over again to make them make sense. The only reason I’m not going to bother going back to bed is because its currently 4pm and if I sleep now I won’t be able to sleep tonight.
I'm still miffed at the editors/producers. More so after spending 20min trying to figure out why the heck everything still looked so blurry. Come to realize that it wasn't the filter making them all blurry, it was that cameras they used. I mean yes the filter gave it this soft/fuzzy sort of look and I can understand one or two photos being a touch blurry cause y’know, its a screen shot. But when every single screen shot has the exact same problem then you start to wonder if its just the filter or if its the cameras they used to film on set. Anyways, I really tried my best to fix it but I dunno...I feel like I could have done better even though I know I don’t really have the skills yet so I’m rather bummed about it.
Ok enough of my rambling and complaining. That’s not what ya’ll are here for so let’s get this show on the road!
Tumblr media
istg tumblr hates me and my edits cause it always butchers the quality and actually im going to try something real quick here...ok nope tumblr just hates me. my screenshots are automatically saved as png files so i thought if i changed the file type it might fix the quality but no! nope! tumblr just hates my guts! maybe if you guys click on it to expand it it might look clearer but idk as i haven’t checked if that helps yet. anyways not much else to add on here as i was still very much awake when editing woojin’s cause i did his first. also i apologize for the rambling about his snaggletooth but tbh i very easily could have kept going on and on about it it really was just so uniquely him and the first snaggletooth i’d ever seen in kpop or otherwise and i was in love and i was not an nctzen then and even when i was it took a couple months before i found out about renjun’s snaggletooth but by then his was gone too and i’m low-key mad i didn’t get to experience that when it was still a thing and i’m rambling again but i really really do like idols and just people in general with freckles and snaggleteeth and etc etc. oof
Tumblr media
uh, i was freaking out at the time? about messing up? but now that i’m more calm i can kinda get into what was on the deleted one. uhm, woojin was the dance center at the very beginning? and be cause i was so focused on figuring out who he was i didn’t see daehwi who was standing right next to him at all? then daehwi had his first solo scene and i was so startled? and happy? to see him that i accidentally screeched “daehwi! my son!” at the top of my lungs and somehow gave myself a heart attack. it was....something to say the least XD. high-key spent 5 minutes after i screeched going ‘wait....since when was he my son? but oh my god daehwi!! why are you here?! my baby! wait what?” literally just ran myself in that circle for a while....haha....also it was after i saw daehwi thAT I WAS FINALLY ABLE TO RECOGNIZE WOOJIN! and i unintentionally screeched about that too tbh. literally i just scream “AH! WOOJIN?!” like i was in some kinda horror movie and i just got jump scared by the big bad who is also conveniently my old childhood friend that i forgot about and no the is not weirdly specific its a freaKING HORROR MOVIE REFERENCE! i hate horror movie sm rn. they’re just the same weirdly specific plot over and over again and wow i got off topic real fast where was i? right daehwi. my 2nd son. still have no clue when or how he became my son but i’m honestly not that bothered by it.
Tumblr media
uh...so to make this make more sense i type the white text on the top 1st then the white text on the bottom and the black text in the middle reads like a standard news paper article. so...black text block/column on the left is read 3rd and the black text block/column on the right is read last. legit had this odd experience where i thought there was six members? but i was just seeing double of one for some reason but not sure which one. and then i had this brief moment where i thought there were 4? even though i already knew for certain by that point that there were 5? and i have no idea why i suddenly thought there were only 4 but i blame my sleep-depravity. and yes he is still mini-hen even though i know his name is donghyun. and the only reason i got his age confused was because i had youngmin’s b-day up but i thought i had already scrolled back down to donghyun’s. i had been scrolling back and forth between their pfp on kprofiles its the first one that shows up on most google searches when i type say ‘nct members’ or ‘exo members’ and is very reliable for basic stuff like b-days and they update quite often too in an attempt to find at least one physical feature i could use to make sure i was giving the right member the right name. fun fact: i found 2 that i could use w00t
Tumblr media
if you think this is as bad as it got trust me when i say it got worse when i tried to do Woong’s. at least here i’m still making a bit of sense. uh.. i think i’ll just re-type this here? but without all the....errors...oh god my eyes. they burn at the sight of such horrid mistAKES!
“istg i need to go to bed but here i am STILL CONFUSING YOUNGMIN AND dONGHYUN! WHAT IS LIFE! HAHA! I DONT kNOW HER! i give up.”
“i love how my sanity has just been dwindling down the drain the more i work on this. its going to be so fun to see the progression on tumblr. haha”
“i thought there were 6 members because of him and donghyun haha. but he for real doesn’t look like a ‘95 liner he looks younger than me and it just makes me feel older than i already felt and i can’t spell.” i still can’t “y’all probably think i’m drunk but i swear i’m just sleep deprived. watch me not post this cause i am a dummy only to post it by accident cause i am a dummy haha. why word no go T^T fml” uhm.... to uh.... well? i think what i was trying to say in the last few sentences was that i might not post this? cause i find this habit of mine embarrassing? basically when i hit the metaphorical wall and cannot stay awake to save my life my ability? to form sentences? just vanishes. hence the running inside joke of “why words no go” at the end. and for the other black text block i was just saying that i couldn’t think of anything else to say and for you all to enjoy the somewhat text free screenshot. wow that was a mess and a half to unpack.
Tumblr media
“last one then i can go take a nap and maybe get some of my sanity back before i make the tumblr post and not look like a complete fool”
“limp noodle fingers plus sleepy speech makes fun time woo~”
“i swear i’m not drunk i’m just 2 seconds from face planting and just enjoy this boy i started to call ash as a way to remember him because his hair is ash-brown. I swear i know his name but heck if i can type reliably” in other words i somehow forgot his name in the 2 seconds since learning it “i can’t even brain enough to spell anything. case in point.” the last sentence here is in reference to my horrendous spelling of the word anything...i did some keyboard smash here... then....”He’s cute. I thought he was older than me but we’re the same age. BYE NOW! WOONG! THAT’S HIS NAME!” love how it took me this long to remember...some more keyboard smash...”bye bye”...and i have no clue if that’s more keyboard smash or if that was supposed to say something else
Also for why I decided to post this after all? Even though I do find this side of me embarrassing I had a feeling that if I didn’t just expose myself and have fun with it i’d end up accidentally exposing myself and end up hiding in a hole somewhere for several months. This is far less embarrassing for me tbh. Its not my best reaction by any means and i think part of that was because i was just so focused on daehwi and woojin out of surpirse cause i wasn’t expecting them to be in the group? and i kind of just unintentionally ignored the other 3 and i feel really bad about it. so! for their next mv i will do my utmost to give donghyun, youngmin and woong a lot more love and attention since daehwi and woojin got most of it here.
6 notes · View notes
Text
My Reaction to “Gotham” S4E16
ONLY TWO MORE OF THESE TO GO, KIDDIES!
The rest of these reaction posts I’ll be uploading are not chronological order.  They’re like that because A) college and B) more college.
My sister watched it with me (as well as the other episodes left in my epic “Gotham” reaction series) so my comments will be in bold, and hers will be in regular font.  Author’s notes courtesy of me will be bolded and italicized.
Also, quick warning (and probably obligated to say this), we don’t like Barbara’s storyline.
AN:   I managed to record our reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post. 
*Lee shoots Sofia in the recap*  Oooooohhh!!
But she’s not dead though, apparently!
*sighs*  Nobody’s dead on this show...
And he’s [Jerome] alive!
*flatly*  Was there any doubt.
Meanwhile, at Arkham Asylum...
*The Arkham guard turns on her Walkman*  Oh, this is never a good idea...
*starts slow jamming out to "Fool For You” by Alice Smith*
Yeah headphones are required...
Ohhhh OK...
Because!  *points excitedly at screen when Jervis appears*
*scoffs in hilarity when Jervis tries to talk to the guard, who can’t hear him*
What.
*gasps when one of the guards pops up behind the main guard*
“Tortuga!  You almost gave me a heart attack!”  Tortuga?
*shrugs cluelessly*
*Tortuga slices the guard’s neck*  Ooooooohhhhhhh!!
Jesus God!
Jervis, I like your shorter hair much better.
Tortuga.... *claps hands*  THE MOCK TURTLE!
OH MY GOD!
YEAH!
Wha- oh my God...
*jaw drops in excitement when we see Scarecrow*
[Jervis] I LOVE YOUR NEWSPAPER HAT!
That’s a different actor [playing Scarecrow].  That’s not Charlie Tahan.
*chuckles*  He’s [Scarecrow] experimenting in his toilet.
Did he just put a whole bunch of that sodium stuff in his freaking toilet?
That thing is gonna get blown right off the wall in a matter of minutes.
I know!
*Scarecrow pours that crap on a lock*  Holy shit!
That’s all you were doing with that?!?
*Cue Jerome*  EEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYY!!!!!
Ohhh dear.
EEEEYYYYYY!!!
“When I [Jerome] say ‘three hairs past a freckle,’ gentlemen, I do not mean five hairs past.”  *both immediately smile*
“Boys, boys, let’s not squabble too early in our partnership.  There will be plenty of time to stab each other in the backs later!”  *both chuckle*
“That’s the spirit, boys.  Think big- and kinky.”  *done*
“And lose the weirdo.  She’s [Tortuga] giving me [Jerome] the heebie jeebies.”  *trying her absolute damndest not to laugh*
*laughs*  Stop calling us out!
*both yell in horror when Tortuga slices her own neck*
“Now, to free the rest of our cronies and blow this pop stand.”  WELL DANG!
It’s “Popsicle stand,” you cretin.
*laughs*  He don’t know that.
If you’re gonna insult me, do it properly.
WHO’S THE LOSER WITH THE DRUMS?!?
I KNOW, I LOVE THAT DUDE!!!
*both crack up at Jerome going down the aisle and making stupid faces at other inmates*
Ohhhhh, he’s great.
*jams out to opening theme*
“How many got out?”  “87.  The entire violent ward.”  *jaw drops in shock*
“Yeah, we’ve rounded up most of the serious nutjobs; they’re the guys that think they’re walruses or what not.”  *both immediately do finger guns at screen*
EEEEEEYYYYYYYY....
Any carpenters in there?
Please tell me there’s gonna be more Benedict Samuel.  Two minutes of that guy, and I already love him.
*chuckles*
Like he’s not the Jervis Tetch I know and love, but he’s entertaining as hell.
He’s very good!
Yeah, Benedict Samuel’s real voice sounds nothing like that.  It’s like stereotypically British.  But not Cockney, just British.
AN:  WHAT?!?!  HE’S ACTUALLY FROM AUSTRALIA?!?
*smiles*
“All right, listen up!  If I’d [Jim] have known I’d be seeing your ugly mugs tonight, I’d have stayed in the hospital.”  *both chuckle*
Ben McKenzie directed this episode, I forgot!
I take it that means we’re in for a good one.
AN:  Yes.
“Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim!”  *laughs*
JIM JIM JIM JIM JIM JIM JIM JIM JIM JIM JIM JIM JIM
“Do it, OR I’M [Jervis] GONNA KILL SOMEONE!  In case you have any doubts.”  *both crack the hell up*
I shouldn’t be... God, he’s good!
“Let’s go.”  Here we go go go go gooooo!
"You [Jim] said we had to have each other’s backs tonight, right?”  Yes!
“So what, we’re [Jim and Harvey] either idiots, or we’re hypnotized?  Good choices.”  *both laugh*
Oh please tell me this is the episode with Harvey being awesome.
Uh, that’s the next episode.
AAAAUUUUUGGGHHHH!!!
*Jervis meets Jim with a hypnotized couple*  SON OF A BITCH! 
Who the hell are they?!?
*so done*  A random married couple!  Because in the previous season, Jervis was all like “Oh, Jim, what are you worried about?  Your love life?!?” and I’m like “SHUT UP!”
“Lo and behold!  The bold Captain Jim Gordon, and his rusty caboose in tow.”  *chuckles*  ‘Rusty caboose in tow...’
*giggles*
Dude, look at that scarf [that Jervis wears]!
Do you recall when I [Jervis] first came to this fair city, Jim?  A bawling mess, wanting nothing more than to address the safety of my dear sister Alice?”  :/
“You gave me NO CHOICE!”  *tries not to laugh at the SUDDEN YELLING*
“I was willing to give you any life you wanted, just to keep you out of mine.”
*Jervis gives the command to drop the wrecking ball*  Ooohhh..
Oh shit-
*both yell and reel back in absolute horror when the couple gets squashed*
*both still in :O for a good minute or so*
He [Jervis] drives off!  *laughs*
I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I JUST SAW!
That just killed the moment, just him randomly driving off.
I don’t know what the hell I just saw!
I don’t know either.
That was kinda awesome!  I’m not gonna lie!
*Bruce and Selina enter the precinct*  Yaaay!
The dynamic duo.
Yaay!
*laughs*  She [Selina] just growled at him [Bruce]!
Ooooohhhh I like that [Barbara’s] office.
I like her hair.
Season 4:  the season of Booze ™ !
*chuckles*
There’s just so much booze in this season!
*sings*  Alcohol... my per-ma-nent accessory...
*mouths while aggressively pumping hand holding phone in air*  Shots shots shots shots!
[Barbara] Don’t mix pills with booze.  Don’t do that.
“He [Ra’s] brought me [Barbara] back to life.  We’d never even met.  Why choose me?”  Because he brought you back to life?!?
Are you two [Barbara and Tabitha] still going out or like what?  What’s the situation here?
*shrugs*  I guess...
What’s the situation here?
Friends with benefits?
I guess...
*chuckles*  I don’t know...
*gasps when we get a flashback of Barbara’s death in S3*
Oh shit!
WHY HER THOUGH?!?  That is my question!
That’s a great shot though [of Ra’s reviving Barbara], I have to say.
What the hell...
*Ra’s brings out the Lazarus water*  Oooo-oohhhhhhh...
Is that from the Lazarus pit?!?
I think that’s from the Lazarus pit!  Yeah, ‘cause it’s like a neon color in this show!
Oh my God!
*Ra’s revives Barbara*  There we go.  That explains it.
So you can drink in it rather than bathe in it in this continuity.
Yeah.  I mean, you can do both.
*Barbara is resurrected*  Ohhh!
Oh shit!
“Oh, what a vital, poisonous little mind you [Barbara] have.  And yet, everybody hates you for it, don’t they?”  I don’t think that’s why they hate you.
“You are just the one I’ve been looking for.”  :/
“You [Barbara] shall become the Demon’s Head.  The League of Shadows will be yours to command, an army of assassins.”  *rubs head in frustration*  Ohhhh, are we doing this again... ohhh....
They’re not talking “Oh, Dark Knight!”  That’s later.
[Ra’s] You’re gonna hand the League of Assassins over to her [Barbara]?!?
I know, I don’t like it either.
WHy?!?
I don’t know.
That sounds stupid.
“I’m [Barbara] OK.”  No you’re not.
*The remnants of the married couple*  Oh my God.. those are just dummy parts sticking out of the bottom!
I mean, it was effective.
Yeah.
It was hella effective!
It was very effective!
“Midnight, right?  That’s less than an hour.”  Midnight?  Why is it always midnight?  *chuckles*
*shrugs*
“’Fliers become die-rs.’”  It’s like in “Lovers and Madmen.”  He rigged all of those people to jump to their deaths.
Ohhhhhhhhh!!
*slaps knee*  And it’s like in “Mad as a Hatter” [in Batman:  The Animated Series], when he told those guys to jump in the river!
*gasps*  Yeaahhhhh!  Oh my gosh!
AN:  Also, I highly recommend the comic “Lovers and Madmen.”  Different interpretation of the Joker but still pretty solid and also quotable.
*wheezes when Bruce tries to give Detective Harper money to protect him*
*tries not to laugh when Bruce starts to fake cry*
*laughs when Bruce pulls a Stealth Hi-Bye on Harper*
Bruuucceee!
*gasps and claps hands*  His [Jervis’s] theme in the background!
*jaw drops when it’s revealed that a lot of rooftops are lined by people ready to jump*
Ohhhhhh shit.
“Your ego, Bruce.  It’s huge.”  *tries not to laugh*
“Get over yourself.  It’d make you a little easier to be around.”  *both try not to laugh*
Oh...
Oh shit!
Oh... oh-
*Bruce ends up opening the door for Selina instead*  Oh.
*groans in frustration*
That’s not a hug, I’m just getting the door for ya!  *laughs*
*both laugh at Selina’s little giggle*
That little giggle, oh my God!
“You don’t owe me [Bruce] anything, Selina.  You never did.”  You two are adorable!
They’re cute!
“Geez, there’s a lot of gum under here!”  *chuckles*
*whispers*  What?
Ew no no no-
Oh no no-
*both yell loudly in disgust when Jerome eats some ABC gum*
You are crazy!
*chuckles*
“Jim,  it’s happening all over the city.  Thousands are climbing up roofs!”  How many people are in this freaking city?!?
Probably at least a couple thousand, I’d say.
“He [Jervis] must’ve commanded them [the drivers] to change the station so that we couldn’t find him.”  How complicated are these commands?  It’s like explaining Kilgrave’s powers.  Did he tell them to do that or...
“Ugh, it’s that song I [Harvey] hate!”  *chuckles*
*jams out and sings along with “Foolish Pride” by LAB*
“Just right!”  Oooh, broccoli cheddar [soup] though.  Good choice.
“Mamma Mia!”  *both start singing “Mamma Mia”*
“What was the special ingredient again?  Ah, right.  It was my [Jerome’s] hand.  The one you [Uncle Zach] dipped in a boiling pot of chicken stock!”  *both bug eyes*
“That smell, it was ...mouthwatering....”  *shakes head in disgust*
You are disgusting, dude!
“I [Zach] set out three bowls of soup, nephew, so I’d have enough for all my guests.”  [Crap]
*small gasp when the strong man drags Jerome out of the booth*
Ooh shit!
“The ‘just right’ soup is for him.  The ‘cold’ is for me!  I always loved gazpacho!  The ‘too hot,’ that’s for you, nephew.”  Ohhh shit!
Oh he’s gonna heat it again!  Damn!
*jaw drops when the microwave starts shorting out*
Isn’t this the Iceberg?!?
No, it’s her [Barbara’s] lounge.
The Sirens, right?
Yeah.
*All the lights go out*   Ooooooohhhhh!
Shit!
“We’re [the League] here for the Demon’s Head.  Where is he?”  “She.... is right here.”  I call bullshit.
It’s a flashlight.  I could make a joke out of that but I’m not going to.
*gasps when Hypnotized!Harvey knocks out Jim*
“Hickory, dickory, dock.  The copper went up the clock.  The clock struck 12, he fell pell-mell, and that was it for the cop.”  *in unison*   Noooooooooooooo.....
Ohhh dear.
*Zachary takes out the boiling soup for Jerome*  Oh no.
*gasps when Zachary prepares to pour the boiling soup on Jerome*
“Here, nephew, have a taste of one of my three soups!”  *in shock*  Roll credits!
AN:  The name of the episode actually came from in the writers’ room.  Tze Chun came in having ordered 3 soups and Charlie Huston (the writer of this episode) said “I’m gonna put that in the script” and Tze Chun went “Yeah, right.”  Welp.
*both yell in horror when Zachary pours the soup down Jerome’s throat*
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  [Jerome] You’re gonna have welts all over your face for a month, dude!
“No one deserves that.”  “You tell ‘em!”  *both have to stifle a laugh*
That is a very Joker moment, I have to say.
“Let him [Jerome] go... and get rid of the kid [Bruce].”  *bug eyes*
*Bruce throws a bunch of plates at the strong man*  Ohhhh shit!
Did he just No-Sell a porcelain plate to the face?!?
Yeah, he just did!
*both jaws drop in horror when Jerome finds the gallon of bleach meant for him*
He [Zach] was gonna poison his nephew!
“She’s [Barbara] got the Demon’s Head.  Ra’s chose her.”  “She doesn’t even know what it is.”  Fair point.
I don’t know what that haircut is.
Whose haircut?
That dude’s!
He doesn’t have any hair!
Exactly!
“Women serve in the League, but they do not lead.”  “That’s now a law, just a stupid tradition.  Ra’s chose her.  We need to honor his choice.”  Barbara’s like “Yes, random lady, I accept you!”
*gasps when Barbara takes out the male League member who tried killing her first*
“Anyone else want a shot at the title?”  Everybody does.
“Here comes the airplane!”  *tries not to laugh*
“Got it.  Lost it.  Write it down!”  Me in school.
*giggles when Jerome looks over at Bruce still fighting and does a quick second of fake shadow boxing*
*Jerome kills Zach*  :(
“Boy billionare Bruce Wayne, my [Jerome’s] savior!  Wow, I did not see that one coming.”  *both chuckle*
“Really makes a man wonder... what the hell is wrong with you?!?”  :[
*sighs*  Ohhh dear...
*claps hands when Jim finds Jervis at the radio station*  Let’s go!
How is he doing the whole hypnotizing thing?
It was over the radio.
Yeah, I know, but what does he use to do it?
He has a ticking mechanism.
Oh.  Does he always keep that on him or what?
He always has that [pocket watch] on him.  He goes “Look into my eyes and listen.”
Wait, if they can’t look into his eyes, then-
It’s the noise.
Oooohh kay.
It’s the stimuli.
*both yell and reel back in horror when Jim shoots Jervis’s hand*
What the hell was that for?!?
OK, here’s the thing:  he [Jervis] got shot in the freaking hand!
And it’s like nothing!
I will say though, the rhyming integrated in with the dialogue is done really well!
*in unison when Selina comes to save the day*  EEEEEYYYYYY!!!
*Bruce finally knocks out the strong man*  Oooohhh.
“Selina, huh?  Well isn’t that a nice name...”  Go to hell.
*Selina pulls a gun on Jerome*  Ohhh.
“Uh, uh, uh.  She’s not that kind of girl.”  Wanna bet?
“Oh, all right!  See you crazy kids later!  Ciao!”  *both crack up*
“Ra’s chose me [Barbara] for a reason, I know it.”  Looks like he was playing you for a stooge.
“You’re all so damn weak.  That’s it.  That is why Ra’s chose me.  Because he knew I would see how pitiful you all are.  Afraid of change.”  Yeah, that’s gonna endear you to them.
*bug eyes when the lights suddenly go out and gunfire ensues*
Shhiit!
Whaaaaaat?!?
What the hell is going on?
*The midnight bells go off*  Oooohhhh...
Noooo... nooooo....
Noooo.... we’re not doing this... noooo....
*both freak out in unison when the jumpers get ready*
*both freeze when there’s absolute radio silence*
“It worked!”  *both let out a huge sigh of relief*
That was good.  That was damn good!
*both giggle when the DJ gives Jim a thumbs up*
*Jim lets out a sigh of relief*  Same.
*Jim and Harvey enter the captain’s office*  That requires... some booze!  No, I’m kidding.
I’d want some booze after that.
OK, yeah.
“You [Jim] need a drink.”  *waves hand toward screen in agreement*
“Squirrels hide nuts for the winter.  I [Harvey] got this for whenever.“  EEEEYYYYYYYY!!!
The hell is that?
BOOOOOOZZEE!
*both giggle*
That looks like scotch.
No, that’s whiskey.  Like Fireball whiskey.  See, Harvey’s the hard drinker.
Yeah.  Gordon looks like he’s getting used to it.
He’s like “It’s dull.  Whatever.” *pretends to take a shot*  It’s like Steve Rogers. 
As long as it’s alcohol.
For glory, for justice-
*in unison*  -for sweet, sweet booze!
“[Jim] You know what I [Harvey] was thinking when I jumped in that car and I was flicking through those channels?  I was thinking ‘I can do this crazy thing.  ‘Cause if it goes sideways, Jim Gordon will save me.”  *both smile*
“Feet of clay are heavy to carry around.  That’s what the whiskey’s for.”  *softly chuckles*
“There are no heroes here.”  I will clink to that!
“Got the Wayne kid on line three.  Something about Valeska.”  Oh dear.
“I’ll see you at St. Ignatius, Jim.  You can yell at me [Bruce] there.”  *softly* Hoooooooo.... hoo hoo....
“Kid in trouble again?”  “More than he can handle.”  Summary of the show.
They put a mouthguard on him [Jervis]!
At least somebody’s gotta shut him up.
*Scarecrow douses a guard with fear toxin*  AAAAYYYYYYY!!!
Scarecrow!
*Jerome in his final costume*  EEEEEYYYYY!!
“How do you like the new threads?”  I like ‘em a lot!
Those are awesome!
*gasps and points excitedly at Scarecrow’s new costume*
“We have fish to fry.  And by fish, I mean faces... or feet... ah, something fun to fry!”  *laughs*
Man, he [Jerome] looks so good.  So does Scarecrow!
I know!  Everyone looks great!
Scarecrow looks amazing!
“ALL ABOOOOAAARRDD!”  Hey look, the Joker hijacks another truck!
And that’s the end of the episode!
Man, that was awesome!
10 notes · View notes
rainbow-sides · 6 years
Note
favorite au ideas for royality? (me, predictable, whaaat)
💙❤💙❤💙❤💙❤ I love, thank u (ps u should talk to me abt Royality bc I might not be captain or even first mate of the ship but I’m def a crewperson)
Okay, so Royality AUs? Fabulous, all of them. (I’m very fond of the Royality in my fairy AU, but since I’m not publishing it yet, I’m not gonna give any spoilers except that they’re both damaged, lonely kids who lavish affection on each other but are both very confused upon receiving it in return).
So I’m gonna come up with another AU off the top of my head. *shuffles through AU options, including coffee shop, high school, and pirates, then settles on community theater director and flower shop owner*
Alrighty, so Roman is the director at the community theater in this medium sized suburban town. He’s been acting there and volunteering there as tech/concessions when he didn’t get a part since he was in middle school. When the old director retired, Roman was twenty four. He got the job after several months of other, experiences directors coming and going, none of them really clicking with the theater or the community.
He’s had the job for a few months and the first show he directed by himself is about to open. The day before opening night, he panics because what if nobody comes to see the show? What if he never lives it down and he loses is position? Worse, his poor cast! What if nobody shows up to see them perform? A lot of them are kids and teenagers in their first show! They’ll be so sad!
So Roman goes to this flower shop and he’s pretty distraught and he runs up to the owner there and kind of just goes “I NEED TWENTY THREE SMALL BOUQUETS OF FLOWERS FOR MY CAST AND CREW IN CASE NOBODY ELSE SHOWS UP TO GIVE THEM FLOWERS”.
Now, Patton has owned this flower shop for five years, and not once had he gotten a request quite like that. He does his best to calm down this frantic man and figures out the best combinations of flowers that will look nice and not be too expensive because twenty three bouquets are a lot of money and Roman doesn’t really look like he can afford it, his shoes are kinda falling apart even though it’s clear he’s trying to look dignified. And then he’s like “Okay sir I’ll have these delivered to your theater tomorrow at 5:30 pm!” and to his credit, he doesn’t even bat an eyelash when Roman rambles “technically you’re supposed to take the flowers out of a cemetery but I’m not that superstitious”.
Next day, final tech/dress has happened and Roman is getting over his freak-out from the day before. He feels kind of silly about buying flowers for every member of the cast and crew (at least it’s a small show, because otherwise it would’ve been a lot more expensive and holy crap he already spent too much money and that adorable store owner probably thinks he’s insane), but hey, nobody’s going to get left out this way!
The flower delivery truck arrives and Patton and his assistant, Logan, help Roman sneak all the bouquets in through one of the side doors and back into the booth so it’s only Roman and his lights/sound guy, Virgil, who sees them. And Roman pays Patton, who insists on giving him a 10% discount because he thinks the reasoning behind it is just so cute. (Meanwhile, Logan and Virgil are gagging at how adorable and wholesome it all is.) Then Roman counts the bouquets and realizes that there’s actually 24, and “hey Patton, I think you counted wrong!”
And immediately Patton blushes super bright pink (and Roman is definitely not staring at how much that makes his freckles pop out, definitely not) and mumbles “Yeah, that one is for you, from me. I thought…you would be the only one left in your production without one. And alsoithinkyourereallycuteandijustwantedtogiveyouflowers!” Roman almost cries and gives Patton a free ticket for the show that night (with his number written on it).
They don’t quite sell out, but it’s a pretty full house and the performance goes very well. All the cast and crew think that Roman’s gesture is really sweet and they love their flowers (and now they kind of ship him with Patton). Roman and Patton go on their first date the day after the show closes because he’s too busy to do anything before then. And they’re adorable and gay and happy for the rest of their lives, the end! 💙❤
(Was that good did I do good?!)
~Martin
59 notes · View notes