ficlets: paper fortune and spider-troy
Title: Paper Fortune
Fandom: Community
Rating: PG-13 (F-Bomb Related)
Characters: Troy/Britta, Abed
Disclaimer: Don't own Community, aw.
Summary: This will solve who you're supposed to be with, no questions asked.
Author's Note: For Troy Week, inspired by myr_soleil's "Team Britta" prompt. Also inspired by the opening credits for the show. Paper fortune tellers are cool. And also also inspired by the image in my head that Abed, Troy and Britta spend their whole summer together chillaxing.
After the dance, Britta wanted to spend her summer with Abed and Troy. It was common sense, really. Shirley would hover, Annie was in Delaware, and Pierce? Be serious. Britta wanted a three month vacation from herself and her surprise soap opera love life, and she knew the best way to get that was with Abed and Troy. They did fun stuff. They made movies. They ate giant cookies. She wanted in.
Unfortunately, the events of the dance affected even Abed and Troy. They let her hang with them, of course, but Abed kept calling her Olive Snook, telling her she would find her true man eventually, and Troy...well. He wanted to help her using the divine art of fate.
Troy held the paper fortune teller in front of her.
"Pick a color," he said earnestly.
Britta did not want to pick a fucking color. She wanted to say that out loud. Fuck your color. Fuck this game, fuck Jeff, fuck Olive Snook (whoever she was), fuck the world.
All she wanted was a giant fucking cookie.
But she was taking a vacation from herself. So instead, she asked: "Don't I ask a question?"
Troy quickly glanced over at Abed, who was watching some show about daisies. They shared a look before Abed gave Troy a small nod. Troy looked back at Britta. "Normally, yeah. But this is bigger than that. This will solve who you're supposed to be with, no questions asked. It's random and yet..."--his eyes widened--"...not."
Britta glanced down at the fortune teller, and then leveled a stare at Troy. "Bet I already know who's in there."
To her surprise, Troy held her stare. "Bet you don't."
Intrigued, Britta decided to up the stakes. "Fine. If I get someone who I'm completely surprised by, I'll get you a giant cookie."
Almost immediately, Troy said, "I don't want a giant cookie." In the background, Abed nodded in agreement, even though he didn't take his eyes off the TV.
Britta sat back and shrugged. "What do you want, then?"
Troy shook his head. "Destiny is bigger than a reward." He held up the paper fortune teller again. "Pick a color."
Britta sighed. "Fine. Red."
Troy spelled out red, opening and closing the fortune teller three times. "And now a number."
"Eight." Troy counted out eight times.
"Final number?"
Britta peered inside the paper fortune teller. She glanced back up at Troy. He nodded and mouthed the word "fate" to her. She rolled her eyes.
"Four," she said.
Troy pulled back the corner of number four and Britta felt this ridiculous feeling in her chest as she read out the name...
"FUCKING LEONARD?! TROY!"
* * *
The next day, as they all sat down to watch the cinematic masterpiece that was Kickpuncher On Mars, Troy held out a chocolate chip cookie. Britta glared at it.
"I thought you didn't believe in cookies," she said coldly. Fucking Leonard. What the hell.
Troy inched the cookie closer to her. "Only giant ones. Besides, you deserve better than a giant cookie." He nudged the cookie against her fingertips.
And as Britta took the cookie and ate it, she felt strangely touched.
Title: Spider-Troy
Fandom: Community
Rating: PG
Characters: Troy/Britta, Abed
Disclaimer: Still don't own Community.
Summary: Britta, you're Mary Jane. Re-enact the Spider-Man upside down kiss before Troy passes out.
Another one for Troy week, inspired by beyondheroism__'s prompt for a Spider-Man parody. Can you believe they're rebooting the series already? Wow.
When Britta walked into Abed's that morning with a bagful of bagels (bah-gulls. Baaayyy-gulls. Whatever, they sounded the same to her) she did not expect to see Troy hanging upside down from Abed's bunk bed in a Spider-Man costume, sans mask, with Abed on his knees in front of him, holding a video camera.
She totally thought they would go with Iron Man first, since they had just watched it last night.
"Where'd you get that costume?" she asked, setting the bagels on Abed's desk.
Abed ignored her question. "Britta, you're Mary Jane. Re-enact the Spider-Man upside down kiss before Troy passes out."
Britta got down on her knees next to Abed. "You filmed a sex scene with him, you do it. Besides, isn't he hanging kind of low? Mary Jane was standing up when she kissed him." Her eyes traveled up past Troy's face, over his chest, and up to...
"Britta, I'm gonna need you to keep your eyes up here. I mean, down here." Troy paused. "Don't look at my junk."
Britta looked back down at Troy's face. "I'm not kissing you."
"You'd probably just suck out all my fun anyway." Troy smirked. "Because you're a fun vampire."
Britta glared at Troy, but he just gave her a smug look. Bastard.
"Fine," she said. She crouched down a little lower so that they were at eye level.
Abed inched a bit closer. "Okay, now cue the romance you guys."
Britta and Troy just glared at each other.
"I like it. Very smoldering. Continue," Abed said.
"Do you even want to kiss me?" Britta asked flatly.
"Maybe," Troy said. "If you get a haircut." He gave her a small smile. "And a less controlling personality."
Britta smiled back. "How about just the haircut?"
Troy made a show of thinking it over before giving her a small nod. And then Britta leaned forward and--
"Great banter," Abed interrupted.
Britta sat back up immediately. She totally forgot Abed was there. "Umm..." she tried to come up with something to say (why did she need to say anything?) when Troy slid off the bunk bed and fell to the floor with a thud.
Britta and Abed stared at Troy's back. "Is he gonna be okay?" Britta asked.
"Hmm, yeah. He passed out twice before you got here." Abed lowered his camera and tilted his head thoughtfully. "I wonder how the real Spider-Man dealt with head rushes."
Britta crouched back down and gently rolled Troy onto his back.
"You know, your lips didn't actually touch."
"What?" Britta looked up at Abed who had his camera to his eye again.
"You didn't kiss. Do it now."
"Umm..." Britta looked back at Troy. He looked peacefully ridiculous, passed out in a Spider-Man costume. And before Abed could encourage her to do it, and before she could convince herself not to do it, Britta pressed a quick kiss to Troy's mouth.
She stood up immediately, exhaling deeply. She looked at Abed, who was staring at her thoughtfully.
She smiled. "Do you want a bah-gull?"
"Ahahaha!"
Britta looked down at Troy. "I'm glad you're okay."
"Ha...bah-gulls. BAH-gulls. BAAAH--"
"I have no problem kicking a man when's he down."
"I'm done."
Fandom: Community
Rating: PG-13 (F-Bomb Related)
Characters: Troy/Britta, Abed
Disclaimer: Don't own Community, aw.
Summary: This will solve who you're supposed to be with, no questions asked.
Author's Note: For Troy Week, inspired by myr_soleil's "Team Britta" prompt. Also inspired by the opening credits for the show. Paper fortune tellers are cool. And also also inspired by the image in my head that Abed, Troy and Britta spend their whole summer together chillaxing.
After the dance, Britta wanted to spend her summer with Abed and Troy. It was common sense, really. Shirley would hover, Annie was in Delaware, and Pierce? Be serious. Britta wanted a three month vacation from herself and her surprise soap opera love life, and she knew the best way to get that was with Abed and Troy. They did fun stuff. They made movies. They ate giant cookies. She wanted in.
Unfortunately, the events of the dance affected even Abed and Troy. They let her hang with them, of course, but Abed kept calling her Olive Snook, telling her she would find her true man eventually, and Troy...well. He wanted to help her using the divine art of fate.
Troy held the paper fortune teller in front of her.
"Pick a color," he said earnestly.
Britta did not want to pick a fucking color. She wanted to say that out loud. Fuck your color. Fuck this game, fuck Jeff, fuck Olive Snook (whoever she was), fuck the world.
All she wanted was a giant fucking cookie.
But she was taking a vacation from herself. So instead, she asked: "Don't I ask a question?"
Troy quickly glanced over at Abed, who was watching some show about daisies. They shared a look before Abed gave Troy a small nod. Troy looked back at Britta. "Normally, yeah. But this is bigger than that. This will solve who you're supposed to be with, no questions asked. It's random and yet..."--his eyes widened--"...not."
Britta glanced down at the fortune teller, and then leveled a stare at Troy. "Bet I already know who's in there."
To her surprise, Troy held her stare. "Bet you don't."
Intrigued, Britta decided to up the stakes. "Fine. If I get someone who I'm completely surprised by, I'll get you a giant cookie."
Almost immediately, Troy said, "I don't want a giant cookie." In the background, Abed nodded in agreement, even though he didn't take his eyes off the TV.
Britta sat back and shrugged. "What do you want, then?"
Troy shook his head. "Destiny is bigger than a reward." He held up the paper fortune teller again. "Pick a color."
Britta sighed. "Fine. Red."
Troy spelled out red, opening and closing the fortune teller three times. "And now a number."
"Eight." Troy counted out eight times.
"Final number?"
Britta peered inside the paper fortune teller. She glanced back up at Troy. He nodded and mouthed the word "fate" to her. She rolled her eyes.
"Four," she said.
Troy pulled back the corner of number four and Britta felt this ridiculous feeling in her chest as she read out the name...
"FUCKING LEONARD?! TROY!"
* * *
The next day, as they all sat down to watch the cinematic masterpiece that was Kickpuncher On Mars, Troy held out a chocolate chip cookie. Britta glared at it.
"I thought you didn't believe in cookies," she said coldly. Fucking Leonard. What the hell.
Troy inched the cookie closer to her. "Only giant ones. Besides, you deserve better than a giant cookie." He nudged the cookie against her fingertips.
And as Britta took the cookie and ate it, she felt strangely touched.
Title: Spider-Troy
Fandom: Community
Rating: PG
Characters: Troy/Britta, Abed
Disclaimer: Still don't own Community.
Summary: Britta, you're Mary Jane. Re-enact the Spider-Man upside down kiss before Troy passes out.
Another one for Troy week, inspired by beyondheroism__'s prompt for a Spider-Man parody. Can you believe they're rebooting the series already? Wow.
When Britta walked into Abed's that morning with a bagful of bagels (bah-gulls. Baaayyy-gulls. Whatever, they sounded the same to her) she did not expect to see Troy hanging upside down from Abed's bunk bed in a Spider-Man costume, sans mask, with Abed on his knees in front of him, holding a video camera.
She totally thought they would go with Iron Man first, since they had just watched it last night.
"Where'd you get that costume?" she asked, setting the bagels on Abed's desk.
Abed ignored her question. "Britta, you're Mary Jane. Re-enact the Spider-Man upside down kiss before Troy passes out."
Britta got down on her knees next to Abed. "You filmed a sex scene with him, you do it. Besides, isn't he hanging kind of low? Mary Jane was standing up when she kissed him." Her eyes traveled up past Troy's face, over his chest, and up to...
"Britta, I'm gonna need you to keep your eyes up here. I mean, down here." Troy paused. "Don't look at my junk."
Britta looked back down at Troy's face. "I'm not kissing you."
"You'd probably just suck out all my fun anyway." Troy smirked. "Because you're a fun vampire."
Britta glared at Troy, but he just gave her a smug look. Bastard.
"Fine," she said. She crouched down a little lower so that they were at eye level.
Abed inched a bit closer. "Okay, now cue the romance you guys."
Britta and Troy just glared at each other.
"I like it. Very smoldering. Continue," Abed said.
"Do you even want to kiss me?" Britta asked flatly.
"Maybe," Troy said. "If you get a haircut." He gave her a small smile. "And a less controlling personality."
Britta smiled back. "How about just the haircut?"
Troy made a show of thinking it over before giving her a small nod. And then Britta leaned forward and--
"Great banter," Abed interrupted.
Britta sat back up immediately. She totally forgot Abed was there. "Umm..." she tried to come up with something to say (why did she need to say anything?) when Troy slid off the bunk bed and fell to the floor with a thud.
Britta and Abed stared at Troy's back. "Is he gonna be okay?" Britta asked.
"Hmm, yeah. He passed out twice before you got here." Abed lowered his camera and tilted his head thoughtfully. "I wonder how the real Spider-Man dealt with head rushes."
Britta crouched back down and gently rolled Troy onto his back.
"You know, your lips didn't actually touch."
"What?" Britta looked up at Abed who had his camera to his eye again.
"You didn't kiss. Do it now."
"Umm..." Britta looked back at Troy. He looked peacefully ridiculous, passed out in a Spider-Man costume. And before Abed could encourage her to do it, and before she could convince herself not to do it, Britta pressed a quick kiss to Troy's mouth.
She stood up immediately, exhaling deeply. She looked at Abed, who was staring at her thoughtfully.
She smiled. "Do you want a bah-gull?"
"Ahahaha!"
Britta looked down at Troy. "I'm glad you're okay."
"Ha...bah-gulls. BAH-gulls. BAAAH--"
"I have no problem kicking a man when's he down."
"I'm done."