Okay so long story short: today at the cycling competition I was directing the traffic for, a moose tackled one of the cyclists into a ditch (justfinnishthings.jpg). Because grav is a filthy enabler, I now have 500+ words of a road cycling fic in the works, because the magic words Bucky in spandex were uttered. It’s gonna be posted when I eventually get it finished, but here’s a terrible, terrible example of what I use my perfectly good Sunday evenings for:
Sam and Steve stare a little. 107 pulls off his scuffed, slightly cracked helmet and throws it towards the moose, making it hoof it back to the forest. He has an incredibly good aim. Steve is a little impressed.
107 is also insanely pretty under that helmet: sweaty dark hair on a French braid, wild and furious grey eyes, a straight nose and an angry, wide mouth. Steve takes it in, his gaze sliding slowly down at the very, very clingy spandex suit and the lean body under it, and suddenly not getting hard in his bike shorts is really damn difficult.
107 screeches as he notices the road rash on his arm: a mess of bloody scrapes, mangling the tattoos on his forearm. “What the fucking fuck,” 107 screams in baffled fury, ripping his gloves off and throwing them to the direction the moose went, too. “Come back you fucking glorified forest cow, I will turn you into a fucking fur coat! Do you know how much this tattoo cost, you motherfucking flea nest!”
Sam makes a weird, winded noise, like he’s choking on something. Steve can’t stop staring at the furious, injured man spewing profanities at forest animals while wearing the colors of the bisexual flag on his torso, and a huge logo of Barton’s Bi&Cycle across his chest.
Steve’s pretty sure he’s a little in love.
“Steve!” Sam hisses as he scuttles to Steve’s side, stuffing his camera into the bag swinging on his shoulder. “The dude just collided with a goddamn moose, don’t just stand there making gooey eyes at him but take him to the medic, damn it.”
“Yeah,” Steve says, blinking, still slightly stunned by the moose of love Amor just launched his way.
i really want to see modesty and credence reunited, maybe having a place in newt’s case
modesty stays sad, scared and resentful for a few weeks, but she finally realises credence had never meant to hurt anyone
she is such a little rebel, when she’s finally allowed to express herself i bet she’d do it by, among other things
immediately cutting her hair short “like miss Tina”
trying to pet the nundu and surviving
being a filthy enabler to the niffler
for some reason turning out to be an unicorn magnet and trying to get newt to take one with them on no less than twenty two occasions
insisting on riding the graphorns and them actually playing along
at first credence would be constantly terrified of someone getting mad at his little sister, but when she gets in all sorts of trouble and newt never even once raises his voice at her, he slowly becomes more open
when the siblings stage an epic battle on the graphorns’ backs, newt is not sure whether he did something very wrong or very right
in a conversation with @kurisuumakise (who is a filthy, filthy enabler), we decided this will be the most likely way adachitoka will “make yatori canon”–if they choose to do so at all. enjoy. : )
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After dinner, Yato tugged Hiyori aside into the empty kitchen, where the remains of their meal still littered the sink. She turned to him, surprised to see his eyes were downcast and his ears had darkened to a scorching red.
“What is it, Yato?” she asked. Then, in deep suspicion: “Did you say something weird and now you need me to protect you from Yukine?”
The blush spread from Yato’s ears down the back of his neck. Hiyori saw blotches of crimson appearing on his cheeks.
Whatever he had done, it must have been really bad.
Gonna do a Costume Swap of Sacrelle and Sage? Or maybe even a joke one of Sacrelle wearing Sage's huge jacket and it barely fitting and Sage just walking around shirtless and being like "I couldn't get your top on without ripping it."
@knight-kennedy@norcumi@aerefyr *sighs* You’re all filthy enablers and I honestly don’t know the meaning of self-control so I suppose this is happening. (Eventually…) Well, as long as we’re here, does Nika dress not unlike a former-Jedi who’s ~*~friends~*~ with a very fashion-forward Senator, yes or no? My heart says yes but my brain says “that’s a little Much with that outfit maybe you should Calm Down with the color-coordination there??”