Hurt/Comfort - zu heiß/ zu kalt - für mich
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Autor: nessaniel
Titel: Early Bird
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort – zu heiß/zu kalt – für mich
Fandom: The Expendables 2 (Ja, wirklich!)
Charaktere/Pairing: Billy the Kid, Barney Ross, and of course Lee Christmas because without him Ross wouldn’t be able to live.
Disclaimer: Mir gehört gar nichts. Ich stell ja eh nur Blödsinn damit an, wie man sieht.
Warnings: Story is in English and it contains a lot of swear words.
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sarkasmuz, weil wir uns über diese Liebeskomödie an Actionfilm zu Tode squeen können. Heiliger Bimbam, mir ist aber auch gar nichts heilig. Aber… dieser Film. Diese Jungs. Oh man, ich bin im siebten Himmel. <3 (und ich fürchte, ich hab das Genre ein wenig verpasst...)
Early Bird
Christmas wasn’t sure anymore how they had ended up in Ross’ airplane after all but it was better than sleeping on Gunnar’s couch (that was currently occupied by Yang anyway, he assumed). At least that’s what he told himself as he listened to Ross’ constant light snoring while staring at the plane’s ceiling.
“Damn, I need a life”, Christmas murmured.
He got up, trying to shake off the last remnants of last night’s drinking battle with Hale - dude claimed he had won, my ass.
It was half past five, December the first, and the next job would start in two weeks, something in Iceland because New Jersey wasn’t cold enough already apparently.
Yawning Christmas rummaged through the tiny on-board-kitchen hoping in vain to find some coffee but all he came up with was a two years old energy bar.
“Ross, you are a barbarian” he mumbled, deciding not to dare his luck and putting the bar back into the cupboard.
All of a sudden there was a dull knock on the hatch.
What the hell?
Christmas was confused. Out of all the people who knew about this airplane there were maybe two who would come here unannounced – and both of them would first throw a grenade through the cockpit and then barge in in a tornado of bullets and throwing knives.
The mysterious someone knocked again while calling: “Sir, are you there?”
Alright, the guy was young. Really young. And he had apparently no idea who he was talking to – seriously who would bang at Ross’ door and call him Sir – so Christmas felt the urge to kill sinking rapidly. Just a good old kick to the head then, with some questions as to who the hell the kid was and what he was doing here.
Christmas nodded to himself, silently striding over to the hatch.
He took a deep breath, concentrating on his every limb and muscle. He would have to be quick; the hatch was heavy and ruined the element of surprise entirely. Judging from the way the guy knocked, he was probably about five inches taller than Christmas. Shouldn’t be a problem he would use the height advantage the plane gave him. A kick with both feet forward to the chest, downward so the dude would crash onto his back, hitting his head on the pavement. A body spin, landing in a crouch, the knife out of his holster, up against the guy’s throat, not much pressure of course, just enough to scare him.
Piece of cake, seriously.
He squared his shoulders – took another deep breath – planted his feet on the ground – turned -
“What the hell is taking you so long to open that damn door, old man?” Ross suddenly said, standing five feet behind him, yawning and stretching.
Christmas flinched. How the hell did he manage to sneak up on him that easily? Damn, the drinking contest must have taken its toll…
“Christmas. You not only dumb but also deaf now? Why do I put up with you?“
“Ah, shut up, bastard, or I’ll punch you” Christmas answered lamely, trying to conceal his embarrassment, while Ross laughed.
He gave him a friendly pat on the back while he moved past him to finally open the hatch.
“Morning, Kid. Christmas is gonna be late this year, so sorry for the delay. And what the hell happened to you?”
Christmas considered complaining about the name joke but his curiosity got the better of him. He peeked around Ross’s broad back – only to see a boy, about 6 feet high, standing in front of the plane. He was completely drenched, water running down his face, and his teeth shattered while he desperately rubbed his chest with clammy fingers.
“I am sorry, sir “the kid answered, with that sharp sound to his voice. Military stuff, Christmas thought. “I got delayed.”
Ross just nodded slowly. „Kid, I told you a hundred times, I tell ya again: don’t call me sir.“
“Yes, Sir. I mean Ross. “
„Good. Now tell me why you jumped in the Hudson.”
The kid smiled, but didn’t answer immediately, eyeing Christmas with a careful expression.
Christmas still had no idea who he was or why he was spending his early morning talking to a wet puppy, but when Ross snorted, he just shook his head.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m with Dumbass here”, Christmas said, pointing at Ross.
“I’m not afraid”, the kid said defiantly but he was visibly relieved. Christmas had to fight hard to keep the smile off his face. God, he was getting senile on his old days.
“You should be, kid. Just for the record”, he quipped, but before the other could answer, Ross had cleared his throat.
“Stop embarrassing yourself, Christmas. And you” he added, nodding to the kid, “get your ass in here and go grab a towel. Watching you is giving me blue balls.”
“Yes, S- Ross.”
Both men took a step back so the kid hopped into the plane. Christmas shot him an appreciative look: he must have been freezing standing out there, drenched and exhausted, but he had waited for Ross to invite him. Good guy.
While he vanished into the far end of the plane, searching for a towel or a blanket, Ross jumped out of the plane, his breath coming out in little white puffs. Christmas followed him.
For a while none of the men said a word, listening to the kid’s steps inside.
“So what?” Christmas then asked. “You are adopting strays now? Getting kitschy on your old days.”
“Stop whining. You are just jealous“, Ross answered with a sly smile.
Christmas hit him on the shoulder. “Dumbass. Now tell me how you found him and what the hell you were thinking bringing him here.”
“I didn’t find him. He found me.”
“How so?”
“Remember how I said we need someone with wide range experience for Iceland?”
“Yeah so? We all have wide range experience, genius. Well maybe not all of us, Yang is pretty close-combat. But Gunnar can always just throw him, so...”
“Do you listen to yourself sometimes? It’s annoying as hell.”
“Shut your face.”
“As I was saying: wide range. You always miss whenever we are trying to shoot something smaller than a sperm whale.”
“That’s because you are always the one aiming. But yeah, I see where this is going.”
“Good for you.”
“It’s still one of your dumbest ideas. You really want to bring this kid with us? He looks like he is twelve years old.”
“I am actually twenty-one, Sir.”
Christmas turned just in time to see the kid in question standing in the doorframe. He was still shivering violently. He must have gotten rid of his soaking wet clothes, standing bare-foot on the ledge, with one of the emergency blankets around him. Christmas thought he looked like a Mexican mule driver wrapped in tin-foil.
“Thanks for making my point, kiddo. What’s your name, anyhow?”
The kid shot a quick look to Ross before he answered. Christmas barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes.
“It’s... Billy, Sir.”
“Billy the Kid? Seriously?”
“Has a sound to it, don’t you think?”
“Wait that was your idea? Ross, you are an idiot.”
“Then put me on your naughty-list, Santa, as long as you shut up. Kid’s great and capable.”
“Thank you, Sir”, Billy said, utterly failing to hide his grin.
“And he is calling me Sir.”
“Yeah, probably because he is as blind and dumb as you are”, Christmas murmured, shaking his head. He glanced at Billy, but either he hadn’t heard the insult or he was wise enough not to say anything.
“Billy’s great, I tell you. Mean sniper. And probably the only one of us who won’t complain about old age when he has to climb a tree”, Ross said with a laugh and a friendly wink to Billy who kept his grin.
“I don’t complain!” Christmas said.
“You complain like a crazy old cat lady!”
“I do not!”
“’Course you do! It’s a miracle no one ever shot you simply because you’re so annoying with all your complaints.”
Christmas contemplated kicking Ross in the balls but it was too early for this, so he concentrated on Billy again.
“So, tell me, Billy. Where you from?”
“I was with the army, Sir. Iraq most of the time.”
“Huh. So why are you here now?”
Billy shifted around, obviously feeling uncomfortable.
“The money is better”, he finally said and by God, that kind was terrible at lying.
Christmas huffed, giving Billy a look that would have made a lesser man squirm, though Billy just kept his non-committal grin.
“You are telling me”, Christmas said slowly, “Mister Goldilocks Sunshine here is just in for the money?”
Billy took his time to answer and finally Christmas saw defiance creeping into the kid’s eyes.
Maybe not all hope was lost then.
“With all due respect, Sir, I’m very good at what I’m doing and the reasons for doing it are my business alone” Billy answered, all smiles and barely contained death glares in his eyes.
Christmas stared at him for a little while longer, feeling Ross shift next to him.
“Come on, now, Christmas, you paranoid sack of shit. The kid’s great I’m telling you”, Ross then said, placing a hand on Christmas’s shoulder. “He could probably take you out.”
“What?!” Christmas turned around, Billy all but forgotten, staring disbelievingly at Ross. “Are you high, you delusional nut-job?”
Ross laughed. “In wide-range, you’d be pushing daisies in a minute.”
Christmas’s furrowed his brow and got closer to Ross, staring him down.
“You suggesting I’m useless in wide rage?”
“Pretty much, yeah? You always miss”, Ross answered, grinning mockingly.
“Because you are always the one aiming, you twat!”
Ross spread his arms, giving him an ironic look.
“I’m just saying you are no match for the kid when it comes to sniping.”
Christmas smiled. “You think I couldn’t take out the wet puppy there?”
Billy wisely said nothing.
“Could you?” Ross asked, seemingly bored looking around the warehouse.
Christmas huffed, eyeing both Ross and Billy carefully.
“I’ve better things to do”, he finally answered, ignoring Ross’ smug grin.
He turned to face Billy who clearly looked like he wanted to be somewhere else really badly.
“And you. Don’t get too cocky. I still think it’s idiotic to bring such a greenhorn on a mission.”
“Duly noted, Sir”, Billy said with just enough modesty in his voice to come off as being sincere but Christmas wasn’t fooled that easily. He let out an exasperated sigh, glaring at Ross.
“You are telling the guys about the new mascot, understood?”
“Of course, darling.”
“One day, I’m going to kill you with my bare hands.”
“Before or after you die of old age?”
“Grah! I'm out of this madhouse.”
Christmas decided to let this one go, he still hadn’t had his coffee after all. He turned and left the warehouse, cursing Ross into the next century.
On his way out he could still hear their voices.
“That... could have gone better, I assume?”
“Na. Don’t worry, kid. He loves you.”
“If you say so, Sir.”
“Stop it with the Sir, I’m feeling like a dirty old man. Now back to why you decided to swim through a river in December...”
-End (more like tbc...)
Nachtrag: It’s immature as hell, I know, but “sperm whale” had me laugh like an idiot for ten minutes. God, English, why you so funny. xDDD Oh and btw, GO AND WATCH EXPENDABLES 2, it's the best thing ever. <33
Liebe Mods. Ich brauch leider ein expendables-tag. Dazu wird nämlich noch mehr kommen. Q__Q Die bunte Wolljacke hat Schuld (die noch nicht einmal einen Auftritt hatte o.O) ….
Autor: nessaniel
Titel: Early Bird
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort – zu heiß/zu kalt – für mich
Fandom: The Expendables 2 (Ja, wirklich!)
Charaktere/Pairing: Billy the Kid, Barney Ross, and of course Lee Christmas because without him Ross wouldn’t be able to live.
Disclaimer: Mir gehört gar nichts. Ich stell ja eh nur Blödsinn damit an, wie man sieht.
Warnings: Story is in English and it contains a lot of swear words.
Kommentar: für
sarkasmuz, weil wir uns über diese Liebeskomödie an Actionfilm zu Tode squeen können. Heiliger Bimbam, mir ist aber auch gar nichts heilig. Aber… dieser Film. Diese Jungs. Oh man, ich bin im siebten Himmel. <3 (und ich fürchte, ich hab das Genre ein wenig verpasst...)Early Bird
Christmas wasn’t sure anymore how they had ended up in Ross’ airplane after all but it was better than sleeping on Gunnar’s couch (that was currently occupied by Yang anyway, he assumed). At least that’s what he told himself as he listened to Ross’ constant light snoring while staring at the plane’s ceiling.
“Damn, I need a life”, Christmas murmured.
He got up, trying to shake off the last remnants of last night’s drinking battle with Hale - dude claimed he had won, my ass.
It was half past five, December the first, and the next job would start in two weeks, something in Iceland because New Jersey wasn’t cold enough already apparently.
Yawning Christmas rummaged through the tiny on-board-kitchen hoping in vain to find some coffee but all he came up with was a two years old energy bar.
“Ross, you are a barbarian” he mumbled, deciding not to dare his luck and putting the bar back into the cupboard.
All of a sudden there was a dull knock on the hatch.
What the hell?
Christmas was confused. Out of all the people who knew about this airplane there were maybe two who would come here unannounced – and both of them would first throw a grenade through the cockpit and then barge in in a tornado of bullets and throwing knives.
The mysterious someone knocked again while calling: “Sir, are you there?”
Alright, the guy was young. Really young. And he had apparently no idea who he was talking to – seriously who would bang at Ross’ door and call him Sir – so Christmas felt the urge to kill sinking rapidly. Just a good old kick to the head then, with some questions as to who the hell the kid was and what he was doing here.
Christmas nodded to himself, silently striding over to the hatch.
He took a deep breath, concentrating on his every limb and muscle. He would have to be quick; the hatch was heavy and ruined the element of surprise entirely. Judging from the way the guy knocked, he was probably about five inches taller than Christmas. Shouldn’t be a problem he would use the height advantage the plane gave him. A kick with both feet forward to the chest, downward so the dude would crash onto his back, hitting his head on the pavement. A body spin, landing in a crouch, the knife out of his holster, up against the guy’s throat, not much pressure of course, just enough to scare him.
Piece of cake, seriously.
He squared his shoulders – took another deep breath – planted his feet on the ground – turned -
“What the hell is taking you so long to open that damn door, old man?” Ross suddenly said, standing five feet behind him, yawning and stretching.
Christmas flinched. How the hell did he manage to sneak up on him that easily? Damn, the drinking contest must have taken its toll…
“Christmas. You not only dumb but also deaf now? Why do I put up with you?“
“Ah, shut up, bastard, or I’ll punch you” Christmas answered lamely, trying to conceal his embarrassment, while Ross laughed.
He gave him a friendly pat on the back while he moved past him to finally open the hatch.
“Morning, Kid. Christmas is gonna be late this year, so sorry for the delay. And what the hell happened to you?”
Christmas considered complaining about the name joke but his curiosity got the better of him. He peeked around Ross’s broad back – only to see a boy, about 6 feet high, standing in front of the plane. He was completely drenched, water running down his face, and his teeth shattered while he desperately rubbed his chest with clammy fingers.
“I am sorry, sir “the kid answered, with that sharp sound to his voice. Military stuff, Christmas thought. “I got delayed.”
Ross just nodded slowly. „Kid, I told you a hundred times, I tell ya again: don’t call me sir.“
“Yes, Sir. I mean Ross. “
„Good. Now tell me why you jumped in the Hudson.”
The kid smiled, but didn’t answer immediately, eyeing Christmas with a careful expression.
Christmas still had no idea who he was or why he was spending his early morning talking to a wet puppy, but when Ross snorted, he just shook his head.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m with Dumbass here”, Christmas said, pointing at Ross.
“I’m not afraid”, the kid said defiantly but he was visibly relieved. Christmas had to fight hard to keep the smile off his face. God, he was getting senile on his old days.
“You should be, kid. Just for the record”, he quipped, but before the other could answer, Ross had cleared his throat.
“Stop embarrassing yourself, Christmas. And you” he added, nodding to the kid, “get your ass in here and go grab a towel. Watching you is giving me blue balls.”
“Yes, S- Ross.”
Both men took a step back so the kid hopped into the plane. Christmas shot him an appreciative look: he must have been freezing standing out there, drenched and exhausted, but he had waited for Ross to invite him. Good guy.
While he vanished into the far end of the plane, searching for a towel or a blanket, Ross jumped out of the plane, his breath coming out in little white puffs. Christmas followed him.
For a while none of the men said a word, listening to the kid’s steps inside.
“So what?” Christmas then asked. “You are adopting strays now? Getting kitschy on your old days.”
“Stop whining. You are just jealous“, Ross answered with a sly smile.
Christmas hit him on the shoulder. “Dumbass. Now tell me how you found him and what the hell you were thinking bringing him here.”
“I didn’t find him. He found me.”
“How so?”
“Remember how I said we need someone with wide range experience for Iceland?”
“Yeah so? We all have wide range experience, genius. Well maybe not all of us, Yang is pretty close-combat. But Gunnar can always just throw him, so...”
“Do you listen to yourself sometimes? It’s annoying as hell.”
“Shut your face.”
“As I was saying: wide range. You always miss whenever we are trying to shoot something smaller than a sperm whale.”
“That’s because you are always the one aiming. But yeah, I see where this is going.”
“Good for you.”
“It’s still one of your dumbest ideas. You really want to bring this kid with us? He looks like he is twelve years old.”
“I am actually twenty-one, Sir.”
Christmas turned just in time to see the kid in question standing in the doorframe. He was still shivering violently. He must have gotten rid of his soaking wet clothes, standing bare-foot on the ledge, with one of the emergency blankets around him. Christmas thought he looked like a Mexican mule driver wrapped in tin-foil.
“Thanks for making my point, kiddo. What’s your name, anyhow?”
The kid shot a quick look to Ross before he answered. Christmas barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes.
“It’s... Billy, Sir.”
“Billy the Kid? Seriously?”
“Has a sound to it, don’t you think?”
“Wait that was your idea? Ross, you are an idiot.”
“Then put me on your naughty-list, Santa, as long as you shut up. Kid’s great and capable.”
“Thank you, Sir”, Billy said, utterly failing to hide his grin.
“And he is calling me Sir.”
“Yeah, probably because he is as blind and dumb as you are”, Christmas murmured, shaking his head. He glanced at Billy, but either he hadn’t heard the insult or he was wise enough not to say anything.
“Billy’s great, I tell you. Mean sniper. And probably the only one of us who won’t complain about old age when he has to climb a tree”, Ross said with a laugh and a friendly wink to Billy who kept his grin.
“I don’t complain!” Christmas said.
“You complain like a crazy old cat lady!”
“I do not!”
“’Course you do! It’s a miracle no one ever shot you simply because you’re so annoying with all your complaints.”
Christmas contemplated kicking Ross in the balls but it was too early for this, so he concentrated on Billy again.
“So, tell me, Billy. Where you from?”
“I was with the army, Sir. Iraq most of the time.”
“Huh. So why are you here now?”
Billy shifted around, obviously feeling uncomfortable.
“The money is better”, he finally said and by God, that kind was terrible at lying.
Christmas huffed, giving Billy a look that would have made a lesser man squirm, though Billy just kept his non-committal grin.
“You are telling me”, Christmas said slowly, “Mister Goldilocks Sunshine here is just in for the money?”
Billy took his time to answer and finally Christmas saw defiance creeping into the kid’s eyes.
Maybe not all hope was lost then.
“With all due respect, Sir, I’m very good at what I’m doing and the reasons for doing it are my business alone” Billy answered, all smiles and barely contained death glares in his eyes.
Christmas stared at him for a little while longer, feeling Ross shift next to him.
“Come on, now, Christmas, you paranoid sack of shit. The kid’s great I’m telling you”, Ross then said, placing a hand on Christmas’s shoulder. “He could probably take you out.”
“What?!” Christmas turned around, Billy all but forgotten, staring disbelievingly at Ross. “Are you high, you delusional nut-job?”
Ross laughed. “In wide-range, you’d be pushing daisies in a minute.”
Christmas’s furrowed his brow and got closer to Ross, staring him down.
“You suggesting I’m useless in wide rage?”
“Pretty much, yeah? You always miss”, Ross answered, grinning mockingly.
“Because you are always the one aiming, you twat!”
Ross spread his arms, giving him an ironic look.
“I’m just saying you are no match for the kid when it comes to sniping.”
Christmas smiled. “You think I couldn’t take out the wet puppy there?”
Billy wisely said nothing.
“Could you?” Ross asked, seemingly bored looking around the warehouse.
Christmas huffed, eyeing both Ross and Billy carefully.
“I’ve better things to do”, he finally answered, ignoring Ross’ smug grin.
He turned to face Billy who clearly looked like he wanted to be somewhere else really badly.
“And you. Don’t get too cocky. I still think it’s idiotic to bring such a greenhorn on a mission.”
“Duly noted, Sir”, Billy said with just enough modesty in his voice to come off as being sincere but Christmas wasn’t fooled that easily. He let out an exasperated sigh, glaring at Ross.
“You are telling the guys about the new mascot, understood?”
“Of course, darling.”
“One day, I’m going to kill you with my bare hands.”
“Before or after you die of old age?”
“Grah! I'm out of this madhouse.”
Christmas decided to let this one go, he still hadn’t had his coffee after all. He turned and left the warehouse, cursing Ross into the next century.
On his way out he could still hear their voices.
“That... could have gone better, I assume?”
“Na. Don’t worry, kid. He loves you.”
“If you say so, Sir.”
“Stop it with the Sir, I’m feeling like a dirty old man. Now back to why you decided to swim through a river in December...”
-End (more like tbc...)
Nachtrag: It’s immature as hell, I know, but “sperm whale” had me laugh like an idiot for ten minutes. God, English, why you so funny. xDDD Oh and btw, GO AND WATCH EXPENDABLES 2, it's the best thing ever. <33
Liebe Mods. Ich brauch leider ein expendables-tag. Dazu wird nämlich noch mehr kommen. Q__Q Die bunte Wolljacke hat Schuld (die noch nicht einmal einen Auftritt hatte o.O) ….
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Date: 2012-09-04 04:33 pm (UTC)OMG OASIDNKLSDJHJ!!!!!!!!
SARKASMUZ ICH LIEBE DICH! JEEZ WAS TUST DU MIT MIR! OH GOTT OH GOTT OH GOTT ICH KANN NICHT MEHR ALL MEIN GEFANGIRLE UND DIESES BILD!! ACH SO, DU WOLLTEST EINE FOTOSTORY ZU MEINER MACHEN, NE, HAB ICH DOCH RICHTIG VERSTANDEN, NE? XDDDDD
(meine Mutter hat ungefähr drei Sekunden nachdem ich das hier gesehen hatte, angerufen - UND SIE TAT MIR SO LEID, ICH HAB SIE NIEDERGEBRÜLLT AM TELEFON MIT DIESEM FILM!!! XDD)
Okay. Gut, dass ich die anderen ACHT TEILE DIESER STORY SCHON DURCHGEPLANT HABE, WAS? XDD ICH HOFFE SO SEHR, DASS ICH DIE ALLE IC HINKRIEGE Q3Q
UND WIE ER SO ZITTERND DA STEHT OMG
Ich hab einen Kink für nasse, zitternde Männer. UND BILLY SIEHT DOCH WIRKLICH AUS WIE EIN KLEINES HÜNDCHEN OMG XD
Omg, ich stell mir grad vor, wie wir zu zweit in diesem Film sitzen würden. Oh Gott. DAS GANZE PUBLIKUM WÜRDE UNS KILLEN XD
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Date: 2012-09-04 05:56 pm (UTC)*versucht mal das Capslock zurückzuschrauben*
MASSAGE? KAKAO? HEISSE SCHOKI? KEKSE? ICH KOMME!!!!!!
*giggel* Also wenn du soooooo fragst... ALLES BITTE XD Heiße Schoki ist bestimmt super, wenn man alte, schwitzige Männer miteinander slashen möchte. XDD Tehehehehe.
und der SUBTEXT!
Ich werde versuchen, so viel wie nur möglich davon in die FF einzubauen. TIHIHIHI. XD
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Date: 2012-09-06 08:33 am (UTC)Die Vorstellung, dass Ross und Christmas andauernd die selben Unterhaltungn führen, sollte mich nicht so glücklich machen, wie sie das tut. Adorable!
Well maybe not all of us, Yang is pretty close-combat. But Gunnar can always just throw him, so...
♥ Und, ja, verdammt, Ross und Christmas sind verheiratet, Ross ist so dermaßen verliebt in Billy, dass es einem das Herz bricht, und ich habe es trotzdem geschafft, aus dem Film zu gehen und Gunnar/Yang zu shippen. Weil ich so verflucht amazing bin. XD Egal. Ich liebe das Bild, es ist wundervoll und ich werde es mir einrahmen.
Und verdammte Scheiße, Billy nass und zitternd ist wahrscheinlich das niedlichste, was man sich vorstellen kann. Und sein "sir". SO PUTZIG.
Und Ross liebt ihn. Und fast tut mir Christmas leid, dass er sich angucken muss, wie seine Scheidung für einen nassen Welpen eingeleitet wird
aber das ist egal, er wird noch merken, wie niedlich das ist. UND WANN GENAU IST "NIEDLICH" DAS ERSTE WORT, WAS MIR ZU STALLONE EINFÄLLT GEWORDEN?! Damn it.Schreib weiter. Oh verflucht, schreib weiter.
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Date: 2012-09-06 10:16 am (UTC)OH VERDAMMT UND ICH DACHTE ES FÄLLT NIEMANDEM AUF, WENN ICH DIE DIALOGE AUS DEM FILM KLAUE, WEIL ICH SO MIES DARIN BIN MIR WAS EIGENES AUSZUDENKEN!!! Q___Q
...
Warte, was? Es hat dir gefallen? o.O OH ÄH JA, DAS WAR MEIN NOD TO CANON UND MEINE ABSOLUT EIGENE INTERPRETATION. xDDDD
Oh man, wenn du wüsstest, wie happy ich bin, dass du den Film gesehen hast. XDD
aus dem Film zu gehen und Gunnar/Yang zu shippen
UHm... das tue ich auch. *hüstel* Es werden also mehr... Andeutungen in diese Richtung kommen (Gunnars Couch wird sich freuen xD) Ich bleibe bei meiner Theorie, dass Gunnar nur deshalb so verzweifelt versucht, Meggie anzumachen, weil er Yin so verdammt vermisst. *giggel*
Billy nass und zitternd ist wahrscheinlich das niedlichste, was man sich vorstellen kann.
IKR??? Möglicherweise ist diese Geschichte reine self-indulgence. Möglicherweise quäle ich gern, junge, wunderschöne Männer. xD
UND WANN GENAU IST "NIEDLICH" DAS ERSTE WORT, WAS MIR ZU STALLONE EINFÄLLT GEWORDEN?!
XDDDDDDDD Dieser Satz macht mich so unheimlich glücklich und giggelig. Vielleicht hätte ich die Humor-Tabelle nehmen sollen und nicht die H/C... ABER ICH QUÄLE BILLY DOCH SO GERN. *____*
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Date: 2012-09-06 01:18 pm (UTC)*lol* Ich lese schon so lange Fanfiction, dass ich gut darin bin, in Szenarios etwas das mir gefällt zu finden. XP
Oh man, wenn du wüsstest, wie happy ich bin, dass du den Film gesehen hast. XDD
Wenn du wüsstest, wie happy ich bin. Blut, so viel Blut, dämliche Oneliner, everything goes BOOM und keine Liebesgeschichte. ALLES WAS ICH JE IN EINEM FILM BRAUCHTE. SO. XD (Gut, dass ich ihn ohnehin gucken wollte. *gg*)
Und was Gunnar und Yang angeht... NUR die beiden. Falsch ausgedrückt. xD
Also, ich freu mich mit Gunnars Couch auf die Andeutungen. *gg*
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Date: 2012-09-06 01:33 pm (UTC)Aber... aber Billy/Ross Q_Q (zugegeben, es fühlt sich immer noch sehr sehr falsch an, das aufzuschreiben. Wirklich falsch. Aber ich kann nicht anders. Dx)
Gunnar und Yang sind aber auch einfach nur zauberhaft. Gunnar wie ein riesiger (tollwütiger) Hund und Yang einfach daneben als... the voice of reason? Oder so? xD Sie sind einfach nur zu wundervoll miteinander. <33
Blut, so viel Blut, dämliche Oneliner, everything goes BOOM und keine Liebesgeschichte.
"American."
"Swede".
"Chinese."
"Blackfoot."
"IDIOTS!"
Die One-Liner waren das Beste. Nein, eigentlich war alles das Beste. *3*
(DVD wird sowas von gekauft. Like. SOWAS VON)
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Date: 2012-09-06 11:32 am (UTC)Awwwwwww ~!!! ♥
Ross und Christmas sind sowas von verheiratet und da Ross irgendwie eh schon halber Papa-ersatz für Billy ist (außer er ist wirklich dirty old man und .... äh ja XD) muss Lee ihn jetzt natürlich auch adoptieren. Ist klar, ne?
Herrliche Dialoge und ganz und gar knuffige Charaktere. <3 Also wegen mir darfst du gerne mehr zu diesem Fandom schreiben. ;)
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Date: 2012-09-06 01:35 pm (UTC)*hüstelt und scharrt mit den Füßen*
Oh man, ich schäme mich jetzt schon für alles, was in späteren Kapiteln kommen wird... xD (Also so schlimm ist es eigentlich gar nicht. Aber ich habe eine sehr ungesunde Liebe zu den beiden entwickelt)
und ganz und gar knuffige Charaktere
Ich finde es super, dass wir über einen Film mit SYLVESTER STALLONE in der Hauptrolle reden und alles, was uns dazu einfällt, sind Begriffe wie "niedlich", "knuffig", "süß" und "awww".
Danke, Expendables. XD