fuck you, mom, and superheroes.
fuck you, mom. No, seriously. I've been dealing with you fucking snooping around and never respecting my FUCKING PRIVACY, but now you come with quite frankly insulting and rude accusations, don't even apologize, and expect that everything's just dandy afterwards? I don't get real angry too often, and I don't think I've ever held a grudge, but fuck you.
See, I wish I was the get-angry-and-yell type, cause I am seething right now, but no such luck, apparently. sol, I am so sick of her bullshit, it's not even funny. I need a job so badly, so I can get the hell out of here.
anyways, my anger issues aside... ^____^
For some reason, there's been so much talk of superhero fic lately. and of course, because I'm an easily influenced individual, this encouraged the muses to feed the plot bunnies. Rabid plot bunnies. Nira, I blame you, you know. *pointed stare*
Anyway, drabble time! And cookies for anyone who can place the name. double cookies if you can place it before the hints. And yes, in case some of you are geeky enough to realize this; I know the main colour is wrong, he knows it too, but it was a matter of vanity vs canon, and vanity won out. if that statement makes no sense, feel free to ignore it. XD
"Your name is Macavity," Jack said in disbelief. But then again, Macavity's costume was pitch black and silky soft - Jack knew this from grappling with the man multiple times; an activity he probably shouldn’t enjoy half as much as he did - and he moved with an almost ethereal grace. It had always seemed odd to Jack that his nemesis was that flexible; it shouldn’t be humanly possible.
But then again, Jack was a Super. He shouldn’t really think in terms of humanly possible.
“Yes,” Macavity said smugly, all but purring. Heh...
Actually, yeah, the name did kind of make a lot of sense, from what he knew of the man. And the fact that it had taken a year for Jack to find out the villain’s name beyond the stylized orange and red ‘M’ on his chest...
Typical, really. ‘Macavity’s not there’ indeed. It was just...
“You’re gay, aren’t you,” Jack said. It wasn’t really a question.
Macavity’s mask shifted slightly as he raised an eyebrow.
“And what, pray tell, brought on that observation?” he retorted calmly. Jack snorted.
“Not only is your costume really tight, even by Super standard,” Jack started, trying not to let his eyes feast on that costume too much. It showed off... well, pretty much everything. “You’re named after a musical character. No way you’re straight.”
Macavity blinked in surprise, before smirking. “And how would you know I’m named after a musical character?”
Jack gave him a withering Look. “I’m Paragon Catcher. Please tell me you’re not that stupid. I’d feel so pathetic for not having won over you yet.”
“Well, yes,” Macavity said with a soft laugh. In Jack’s opinion, he should laugh like that more often. “I had hoped, I just didn’t dare presume.”
There was a slight pause, and then Macavity smiled slightly, almost awkwardly. “Your costume is quite fetching, you know. There’s a reason you’re my favourite hero to play with.”
Jack stared at him. Really, there was no way this was happening. He sighed. “You could’ve just said something. Robbing a jewellery store isn’t really the best way to flirt.”
“Got your attention though, didn’t it?” he was grinning, almost childishly.
Jack laughed. “If I say yes, will you leave the goddamn stores alone?”
Macavity opened his mouth to reply, but Jack cut him off. “And the banks. And the art galleries. And the museums. The rich mansions and parties too.”
The villain pouted, something that should not look as adorable as it did, on a man at least six inches taller than Jack.
“You take away all my fun.”
“I could promise to make it up to you?” Jack suggested, trying not to grin. Getting Macavity off of villainry would save him most of his headaches. Getting him in bed would probably give him lots of other, more welcome aches. All that strong, flexible muscle...
Macavity tilted his head in thought, before his shoulders moved in a minuscule shrug, and he stepped closer to circle his arms around Jack’s waist.
“Deal,” he agreed. “No stealing as long as you keep me from getting bored.”
Jack draped his own arms over Macavity’s shoulders, pulling his head closer, and enjoying how this prompted Macavity to pull their bodies flush together as well.
“Good,” he murmurred against Macavity’s lips before kissing him. “I’d rather you fuck me than I chase you all over town.”
“Well, the chase is fun,” Macavity replied. “But I think I’d prefer the fucking too. My lair or yours?”
Jack groaned. “Mine’s twenty minutes away. Please say yours is closer?”
“Five. Tops.” Macavity was smirking, looking quite like... well, the cat who got the canary.
It took a little bit longer than five minutes. It’s difficult to make out, undress and walk at the same time.
See, I wish I was the get-angry-and-yell type, cause I am seething right now, but no such luck, apparently. sol, I am so sick of her bullshit, it's not even funny. I need a job so badly, so I can get the hell out of here.
anyways, my anger issues aside... ^____^
For some reason, there's been so much talk of superhero fic lately. and of course, because I'm an easily influenced individual, this encouraged the muses to feed the plot bunnies. Rabid plot bunnies. Nira, I blame you, you know. *pointed stare*
Anyway, drabble time! And cookies for anyone who can place the name. double cookies if you can place it before the hints. And yes, in case some of you are geeky enough to realize this; I know the main colour is wrong, he knows it too, but it was a matter of vanity vs canon, and vanity won out. if that statement makes no sense, feel free to ignore it. XD
"Your name is Macavity," Jack said in disbelief. But then again, Macavity's costume was pitch black and silky soft - Jack knew this from grappling with the man multiple times; an activity he probably shouldn’t enjoy half as much as he did - and he moved with an almost ethereal grace. It had always seemed odd to Jack that his nemesis was that flexible; it shouldn’t be humanly possible.
But then again, Jack was a Super. He shouldn’t really think in terms of humanly possible.
“Yes,” Macavity said smugly, all but purring. Heh...
Actually, yeah, the name did kind of make a lot of sense, from what he knew of the man. And the fact that it had taken a year for Jack to find out the villain’s name beyond the stylized orange and red ‘M’ on his chest...
Typical, really. ‘Macavity’s not there’ indeed. It was just...
“You’re gay, aren’t you,” Jack said. It wasn’t really a question.
Macavity’s mask shifted slightly as he raised an eyebrow.
“And what, pray tell, brought on that observation?” he retorted calmly. Jack snorted.
“Not only is your costume really tight, even by Super standard,” Jack started, trying not to let his eyes feast on that costume too much. It showed off... well, pretty much everything. “You’re named after a musical character. No way you’re straight.”
Macavity blinked in surprise, before smirking. “And how would you know I’m named after a musical character?”
Jack gave him a withering Look. “I’m Paragon Catcher. Please tell me you’re not that stupid. I’d feel so pathetic for not having won over you yet.”
“Well, yes,” Macavity said with a soft laugh. In Jack’s opinion, he should laugh like that more often. “I had hoped, I just didn’t dare presume.”
There was a slight pause, and then Macavity smiled slightly, almost awkwardly. “Your costume is quite fetching, you know. There’s a reason you’re my favourite hero to play with.”
Jack stared at him. Really, there was no way this was happening. He sighed. “You could’ve just said something. Robbing a jewellery store isn’t really the best way to flirt.”
“Got your attention though, didn’t it?” he was grinning, almost childishly.
Jack laughed. “If I say yes, will you leave the goddamn stores alone?”
Macavity opened his mouth to reply, but Jack cut him off. “And the banks. And the art galleries. And the museums. The rich mansions and parties too.”
The villain pouted, something that should not look as adorable as it did, on a man at least six inches taller than Jack.
“You take away all my fun.”
“I could promise to make it up to you?” Jack suggested, trying not to grin. Getting Macavity off of villainry would save him most of his headaches. Getting him in bed would probably give him lots of other, more welcome aches. All that strong, flexible muscle...
Macavity tilted his head in thought, before his shoulders moved in a minuscule shrug, and he stepped closer to circle his arms around Jack’s waist.
“Deal,” he agreed. “No stealing as long as you keep me from getting bored.”
Jack draped his own arms over Macavity’s shoulders, pulling his head closer, and enjoying how this prompted Macavity to pull their bodies flush together as well.
“Good,” he murmurred against Macavity’s lips before kissing him. “I’d rather you fuck me than I chase you all over town.”
“Well, the chase is fun,” Macavity replied. “But I think I’d prefer the fucking too. My lair or yours?”
Jack groaned. “Mine’s twenty minutes away. Please say yours is closer?”
“Five. Tops.” Macavity was smirking, looking quite like... well, the cat who got the canary.
It took a little bit longer than five minutes. It’s difficult to make out, undress and walk at the same time.