Posts tagged Bobwriting
Posts tagged Bobwriting
An shook the snow out of her hair and didn’t shiver, didn’t stamp her feet in the horrible, painful snow boots. She didn’t want to be out here in the dark and cold, but everyone at the compound said she couldn’t do this. She wasn’t human enough.
The group of boys, fourteen and fifteen and older, years older than her, that had dragged her along, pushed her forwards down the path first, said she had to do this one by herself, so she did, holding her cheap plastic sword awkwardly as the door loomed ahead, knocking on the wood because the doorbell was too high to reach and squinting over her black face mask as it opened.
"Trick or treat?"
"No, come on." Tony poked at his friend/lab partner again, resisting the urge to giggle madly. "Look, the rule is adults don’t get to trick or treat, right? Unless they have a kid with."
"Is that the rule?" Bruce asked, with a tired sigh; Tony looked at him like he was crazy, raising his eyebrows over his plastic glasses.
"Yes," he said, slowly and in his best explaining voice. "And since Fury said no to the de-aging machine idea, and he’s scary, that means I need your big child-like alter ego, so give in, Bruce. Embrace the dark side. Hug your inner grump. Do it for the candy."
"The… other guy is not a child, Mr. Stark."
"Look, child, giant green rage monster, same diff. I want candy!"
I know it’s been a while. I’m kind of… forcing myself to post this, to be honest, because it seems pretty clear to me that for whatever reason, I’m never going to get much attention to these stories, I dunno. Seems like other people get all the writing praise. It’s fine. To those who do read and enjoy my Labrat stories, don’t worry, I intend to keep posting them, and I am still writing them. It just might be longer between stories because motivation can get pretty thin. *ahem* But enough rambling. Have some core!Wheatley/Labrat. Previous stories/timeline nonsense is here
I don’t mean to encroach, but if you still feel in the mood I’d love some Kitty having mental conversations and maybe saying something out loud accidentally and embarrassing herself
She does this all the time. So okay! I normally indicate in-head conversations with italics but tumblr keeps messing ‘em up so we’re ‘doing it like this for today’.
Ooohh man, anon, this is haaaard. I will try. But this will, in all likilhood, suck. Hard.
belated reply: probably Henry and Wake, I think it’d be funny, like the jam squeezing out reminded him of blood or something *shrug*
Oh my boys <3 It’s already canon that Wake loves fresh bread… the smell, anyways.
wheatley finds jesus. (he was hiding in the basement the whole time)
I… *shrug* Okay, why not. Using my own lovable version of Wheatley post-Apeture because they do end up living in a house with a creepy basement at one point and he hates it.
I don’t really feel up to tumblr tonight - I’m just tired and kind of quiet today and I don’t want to fall into this mad timesink again - so I’m just gonna drop off this story for Sam and the flee, I think.
Because this is pretty much what I was thinking as I woke up this morning, is all.
Yes, yes, I know, it’s been a little while. I was unmotivated for a while, but I’m back now! Back with fluffy tickle fights, even. I promise, the next story I post will be less fluffy and more meaningful, but I’m in a fluffy mood today.
As always, masterpost is the best place to start if you haven’t read any of my stories before, or if you want to check where this comes in the timeline. Also, I wanted to point out that I am always open to suggestions for scenes I ought to write - moments you wanted to see from the games, for example. Just drop me a line and I’ll be happy to add it to my list of things I’m writing.
Anyways, on with the fluff!
It’s tiny - really tiny - but Sam, here’s your Valentine’s present. I hope… no, I know you’ll understand it.