#i swear just posting this is fixing something in my noggin i can feel it

[devondespresso]

im having a bit of a rough night so its coping mechanism time! and because part of my rough night involving having to kill a big ass bug, im now 100% insisting that steves the one to kill bugs in the robin steve and eddie trio (ofc if nancys there they'll ask her to do it but shes not always available)

and not because of some big strong man shit or anything. he hates bugs as much as the next guy and will immediately dart away when he notices hes within "danger range". so no, it isn't because hes somehow gloriously unaffected by their presence, its because when you're alone you're the only one around to kill it, which means if you don't kill it you get the even worse realization that you've lost it.

only after having a compulsory freak-out that he'll find the nearest solid object (and a tissue, the tissue is very important) to squash it with. and since hes pretty resourceful i think he's definitely used The Tissue Box Method™ (where you hold the box in one hand with the bottom out to squish it with and you have a tissue laid out on the back and securely tucked under your fingers so the box isn't Contaminated afterwards) and also if its a really big bug and/or hes not sure if its dead he'll place one of his 35lb dumbbells on that bad boy

[skzss]

Meeting

Member: Demon!Bang Chan x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: Eeeh, demons? Not really anything in there though

Genre: Slight thriller, slight horror

Word count: 3269

Description: Who’s that in the shadows? Hunting you quietly?

Author’s notes: Long time no see! Why? Because I’m bad at consistency :) Actually this was supposed to be posted Saturday but oops. Also this isn’t really thriller or horror but I don’t know what a genre is and I’m too afraid to ask. Cross posted from another blog I run :)

You tugged your jacket closer in a poor attempt to protect you from the midnight chill. Why are you out here so late anyways? You hadn’t planned on it at all yet here you were, wandering the empty streets with nothing more than your phone and a couple bucks hastily shoved into your pockets. You kicked a rock and watched it clatter away, the only sound besides your still beating heart.

He watches you with interest. Were you perhaps a runaway? Those were common enough in this hour, though usually they were seeking a place to sleep instead of continuing to wander around. You didn’t seem like a runaway though, at least not by the way you kept checking your phone as if waiting for something or someone. 

He chuckles, stepping down and visualizing a more acceptable appearance. He’s long since learned that humans are a tad too delicate for his true form. Burn up right there and then they do and while a good crunch is nice, crispy isn’t his preferred mode of consumption. He coughs lightly behind you.

You whip around, clutching your phone tightly. He steps forward with a lopsided smile, hands raised slightly. He seems normal enough though you swear you see something around him under the flickering streetlight. You rub your eyes and squint at him. “Hey,” he says, seemingly barely a whisper. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you.” Yet.

You freeze. There’s no way. There’s no way you should have heard him speak like he was right next to you instead of several feet away. As if his voice was right in your ear. He grins, walking towards you leisurely. You on the other hand, start to shake, willing yourself to move but unable to do so. Your heart beats too loud in your ears, trying to cover the echoes of his voice.

You freeze. There’s no way. There’s no way you should have heard him speak like he was right next to you instead of several feet away. As if his voice was right in your ear. He grins, walking towards you leisurely. You on the other hand, start to shake, willing yourself to move but unable to do so. Your heart beats too loud in your ears, trying to cover the echoes of his voice.

You freeze. There’s no way. There’s no way you should have heard him speak like he was right next to you instead of several feet away. As if his voice was right in your ear. He grins, walking towards you leisurely. You on the other hand, start to shake, willing yourself to move but unable to do so. Your heart beats too loud in your ears, trying to cover the echoes of his voice.

“I-I don’t believe you! Who are you?!” How you managed to speak at all is beyond you but you had and now you wish you hadn’t. He still has that same smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, but it feels cold somehow. Calculating. He drops his hands into his pockets and continues to walk towards you. You should run, you can feel it in your bones, but you don’t. Rooted to the spot.

“That’s the million dollar question ain’t it? Tell you what, you get three guesses. Get it right and I’ll give you a prize. Sounds like a good deal right?” He laughs, finally standing face to face with you. Your eyes are wide, so wide that he can see his true form reflected in them. And you’re trembling, fear snaking out of your skin like smoke. While a tiny bit disappointed that he’s not going to eat anger today, he’s never turned down a good tasting fear and by the look of it you might as well be a delicacy.

“Let me g-go, please.” You clutch your phone close to your chest, breathing heavy. Cold sweat breaks out on your skin, chilling you even further. He tsks, sighing.

“Calm down love, you’re going to taint yourself. C’mon, just give it a guess! I’m sure you’ll get it, it’s not that hard.” He raises a hand and flexes his fingers, seeming to draw something out of the air. You have no idea what it is though, since it just looks like a shadow to you. A shifting shadow, flickering. He clicks his tongue again. “Ah ah, don’t look at it too long or you won’t be fun anymore.”

“Calm down love, you’re going to taint yourself. C’mon, just give it a guess! I’m sure you’ll get it, it’s not that hard.” He raises a hand and flexes his fingers, seeming to draw something out of the air. You have no idea what it is though, since it just looks like a shadow to you. A shifting shadow, flickering. He clicks his tongue again. “Ah ah, don’t look at it too long or you won’t be fun anymore.”

You swallow, trying to gather the last of your scattered wits. He’s clearly not human but... there’s so many mythical creatures and beings out there. How are you supposed to know? Think, (Name), think. It’s the dead of night, no one else is around. What do they call this? The witching hour? But witches aren’t usually this menacing right? What else roams the night?

“Vampire?” You cautiously say, cowering when he chuckles.

“Unfortunately not. Two more guesses.” He squeezes whatever’s in his hand and you feel something wrap around you, so cold it burns through your clothes. Okay, okay what else. What else, what else, what else? You don’t know, you can’t think like this. You’re near a cemetery... maybe a ghost? No, they’re usually way more docile. And less... whole human looking. But a branch off of ghosts would be...

“A ghoul.” You know it’s wrong as soon as it comes out, before he even gives you a mockingly disappointed look. He can’t be a ghoul, ghouls don’t speak idiot. 

“Last chance love, try to think with that little brain of yours mm? I’ll even give you a little hint.” He shimmers before your eyes and you catch sight of... many eyes. Too many eyes and a flickering of limbs and huge spread wings. You know what he is. Fallen angel might be one term but... somehow you suspect it’s more sinister than that. He’s grinning already, the look a bit too stretched for his human features.

“Demon,” you whisper.

“Winner winner what’s for dinner!” He laughs and you squeeze your eyes shut, expecting... something? Maybe a tearing sensation or burning or anything that’s not... nothing. You peek your eyes open again just to see his still delighted face. “Honestly you kids are so fun to play with. A promise is a promise, what kind of reward do you want?”

... Okay back up. What? Weren’t you going to get eaten or something? He snickers at the look on your face, disbelief and confusion oozing out of you thick like blood. “You know you’re out awful late, shouldn’t you be home? Didn’t your parents teach you it’s dangerous? There could be serial killers out here.”

Your brain must be short circuiting. Are you hearing him correctly? “Y-you’re not going to eat me?”

“Oh good heavens no! Did I scare you? Oh jeez, I guess I did it again. You humans are all so fragile, I always forget about that.” He hums, tapping his cheek. “Ah, but you sure had some delicious auras! Is it auras these days? They used to call it something else. Hm... Oh I can’t remember, it’s been too long for the ol’ noggin.”

“T-then what was the thing? In your hand and the- the cold?” You shiver, arms coming up to clutch yourself.

“Huh? Oh that. Well this little thing,” he says with a shake of his hand and you swear on god that you heard a rattling, “Was to catch whatever was lurking on your shoulder. Nasty business that is. And as for feeling cold, I didn’t do anything.” He shrugs, tucking his hands in his pockets again. “All I did was stall you long enough so I could eat up whatever was bothering you. Speaking of, what is bothering you huh? It was real tasty so it’s gotta be bad.”

You give up trying to understand. “It’s my roommate. We’re having a fight.”

“Aww, that can’t be fun. I could do something about it if you want. Y’know, reward and all that.” He nods his head in the direction you came from.

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I can deal with it. I should probably sell my soul for something a lot better than fixing my stupid little problem.” You laugh weakly, shoulders slumping.

“Awww, alright. Guess I’ll eat your soul another day then. Oh shoot, look at the time. I’ve gotta go but hey, here’s this.” He holds out what seems to be a business card of some sort, a strange foil print design on it. “I gotta go but give me a call if you need that favor sometime yeah? Better try and do it before next week, thing’s are happenin’ fast.” You take the card, absolutely confused. But before you can ask anything more, he gives you a wink and then sinks into the floor like it’s nothing.

You stare down at the spot for a long while before turning the card in your hand. Scrawled on the back in messy writing is a short note: add one drop of blood to summon your local demon. You tuck it away slowly.

Maybe you should just go home. This is probably some weird fever dream and you just need to chill with maybe a glass or two of wine. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

You tugged your jacket closer in a poor attempt to protect you from the midnight chill. Why are you out here so late anyways? You hadn’t planned on it at all yet here you were, wandering the empty streets with nothing more than your phone and a couple bucks hastily shoved into your pockets. You kicked a rock and watched it clatter away, the only sound besides your still beating heart.

He watches you with interest. Were you perhaps a runaway? Those were common enough in this hour, though usually they were seeking a place to sleep instead of continuing to wander around. You didn’t seem like a runaway though, at least not by the way you kept checking your phone as if waiting for something or someone. 

He chuckles, stepping down and visualizing a more acceptable appearance. He’s long since learned that humans are a tad too delicate for his true form. Burn up right there and then they do and while a good crunch is nice, crispy isn’t his preferred mode of consumption. He coughs lightly behind you.

You whip around, clutching your phone tightly. He steps forward with a lopsided smile, hands raised slightly. He seems normal enough though you swear you see something around him under the flickering streetlight. You rub your eyes and squint at him. “Hey,” he says, seemingly barely a whisper. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you.” Yet.

You freeze. There’s no way. There’s no way you should have heard him speak like he was right next to you instead of several feet away. As if his voice was right in your ear. He grins, walking towards you leisurely. You on the other hand, start to shake, willing yourself to move but unable to do so. Your heart beats too loud in your ears, trying to cover the echoes of his voice.

You freeze. There’s no way. There’s no way you should have heard him speak like he was right next to you instead of several feet away. As if his voice was right in your ear. He grins, walking towards you leisurely. You on the other hand, start to shake, willing yourself to move but unable to do so. Your heart beats too loud in your ears, trying to cover the echoes of his voice.

You freeze. There’s no way. There’s no way you should have heard him speak like he was right next to you instead of several feet away. As if his voice was right in your ear. He grins, walking towards you leisurely. You on the other hand, start to shake, willing yourself to move but unable to do so. Your heart beats too loud in your ears, trying to cover the echoes of his voice.

“I-I don’t believe you! Who are you?!” How you managed to speak at all is beyond you but you had and now you wish you hadn’t. He still has that same smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, but it feels cold somehow. Calculating. He drops his hands into his pockets and continues to walk towards you. You should run, you can feel it in your bones, but you don’t. Rooted to the spot.

“That’s the million dollar question ain’t it? Tell you what, you get three guesses. Get it right and I’ll give you a prize. Sounds like a good deal right?” He laughs, finally standing face to face with you. Your eyes are wide, so wide that he can see his true form reflected in them. And you’re trembling, fear snaking out of your skin like smoke. While a tiny bit disappointed that he’s not going to eat anger today, he’s never turned down a good tasting fear and by the look of it you might as well be a delicacy.

“Let me g-go, please.” You clutch your phone close to your chest, breathing heavy. Cold sweat breaks out on your skin, chilling you even further. He tsks, sighing.

“Calm down love, you’re going to taint yourself. C’mon, just give it a guess! I’m sure you’ll get it, it’s not that hard.” He raises a hand and flexes his fingers, seeming to draw something out of the air. You have no idea what it is though, since it just looks like a shadow to you. A shifting shadow, flickering. He clicks his tongue again. “Ah ah, don’t look at it too long or you won’t be fun anymore.”

“Calm down love, you’re going to taint yourself. C’mon, just give it a guess! I’m sure you’ll get it, it’s not that hard.” He raises a hand and flexes his fingers, seeming to draw something out of the air. You have no idea what it is though, since it just looks like a shadow to you. A shifting shadow, flickering. He clicks his tongue again. “Ah ah, don’t look at it too long or you won’t be fun anymore.”

You swallow, trying to gather the last of your scattered wits. He’s clearly not human but... there’s so many mythical creatures and beings out there. How are you supposed to know? Think, (Name), think. It’s the dead of night, no one else is around. What do they call this? The witching hour? But witches aren’t usually this menacing right? What else roams the night?

“Vampire?” You cautiously say, cowering when he chuckles.

“Unfortunately not. Two more guesses.” He squeezes whatever’s in his hand and you feel something wrap around you, so cold it burns through your clothes. Okay, okay what else. What else, what else, what else? You don’t know, you can’t think like this. You’re near a cemetery... maybe a ghost? No, they’re usually way more docile. And less... whole human looking. But a branch off of ghosts would be...

“A ghoul.” You know it’s wrong as soon as it comes out, before he even gives you a mockingly disappointed look. He can’t be a ghoul, ghouls don’t speak idiot. 

“Last chance love, try to think with that little brain of yours mm? I’ll even give you a little hint.” He shimmers before your eyes and you catch sight of... many eyes. Too many eyes and a flickering of limbs and huge spread wings. You know what he is. Fallen angel might be one term but... somehow you suspect it’s more sinister than that. He’s grinning already, the look a bit too stretched for his human features.

“Demon,” you whisper.

“Winner winner what’s for dinner!” He laughs and you squeeze your eyes shut, expecting... something? Maybe a tearing sensation or burning or anything that’s not... nothing. You peek your eyes open again just to see his still delighted face. “Honestly you kids are so fun to play with. A promise is a promise, what kind of reward do you want?”

... Okay back up. What? Weren’t you going to get eaten or something? He snickers at the look on your face, disbelief and confusion oozing out of you thick like blood. “You know you’re out awful late, shouldn’t you be home? Didn’t your parents teach you it’s dangerous? There could be serial killers out here.”

Your brain must be short circuiting. Are you hearing him correctly? “Y-you’re not going to eat me?”

“Oh good heavens no! Did I scare you? Oh jeez, I guess I did it again. You humans are all so fragile, I always forget about that.” He hums, tapping his cheek. “Ah, but you sure had some delicious auras! Is it auras these days? They used to call it something else. Hm... Oh I can’t remember, it’s been too long for the ol’ noggin.”

“T-then what was the thing? In your hand and the- the cold?” You shiver, arms coming up to clutch yourself.

“Huh? Oh that. Well this little thing,” he says with a shake of his hand and you swear on god that you heard a rattling, “Was to catch whatever was lurking on your shoulder. Nasty business that is. And as for feeling cold, I didn’t do anything.” He shrugs, tucking his hands in his pockets again. “All I did was stall you long enough so I could eat up whatever was bothering you. Speaking of, what is bothering you huh? It was real tasty so it’s gotta be bad.”

You give up trying to understand. “It’s my roommate. We’re having a fight.”

“Aww, that can’t be fun. I could do something about it if you want. Y’know, reward and all that.” He nods his head in the direction you came from.

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I can deal with it. I should probably sell my soul for something a lot better than fixing my stupid little problem.” You laugh weakly, shoulders slumping.

“Awww, alright. Guess I’ll eat your soul another day then. Oh shoot, look at the time. I’ve gotta go but hey, here’s this.” He holds out what seems to be a business card of some sort, a strange foil print design on it. “I gotta go but give me a call if you need that favor sometime yeah? Better try and do it before next week, thing’s are happenin’ fast.” You take the card, absolutely confused. But before you can ask anything more, he gives you a wink and then sinks into the floor like it’s nothing.

You stare down at the spot for a long while before turning the card in your hand. Scrawled on the back in messy writing is a short note: add one drop of blood to summon your local demon. You tuck it away slowly.

Maybe you should just go home. This is probably some weird fever dream and you just need to chill with maybe a glass or two of wine. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Chan laughs, watching you walk off. Maybe he’ll keep you around after he’s slaughtered most of humanity. Tormenting you slowly seems like it’d be fun...

[cilliansaccent]

The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 1

Hello everyone!! I’ve finally gotten around to posting a fanfic of Cillian, below you will find details of the first chapter. It is not a READER x CILLIAN fic, I am not a fan of writing those types and find it too tedious. So, you will be given a premade character. But you are most welcome to imagine yourself as the girl ;)

Please leave a like or any comments below on ways to improve, please be kind but you are welcome to be critical! I’m open to ideas and fixing up mistakes. Also, sharing would be amazing!!

Note, PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!! 

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 4,080

Warnings: None.

Date: March 2016

Chapter Name: The Internship of a Lifetime

Brief Chapter Outline: Gabrijela leaves her parents in Sydney after a big argument about her Internship. She arrives at Heathrow tired and restless, only to be approached by a man…

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The drive to the airport was long and quiet. Gabrijela watched out the window of the car, watching the houses and the cars drive by. Thinking of the trip ahead. She had worked quite hard the last couple of years, to prove herself to her teacher and to her family. Especially to her family who were the harshest critics of her very own life. But at least her teacher was proud, she loved the portfolio Gabrijela had pulled together in the final year of her studies. And she would bring it with her, to show to the new teacher she will have in London. 

The last few weeks were the worst for her, constant arguing with her mother and father, over this trip. It hurt her the most, she thought she would have made them proud. But no, it seemed it made them angry. She shut her eyes, it didn’t matter now, she made it this far and she was going to enjoy the year on the set of a TV Show, learning how to be a fashion designer, how to create and tailor for actors and actresses. It made her giddy with excitement. It wasn’t long before the airport came into view, her father pulled into the multilevelled parking and parked. They were four hours early, so they killed time by walking around and eating. Chatter was light, anything to keep her parents distracted by the thought of their only daughter flying away. But, the time came around and they headed to the departures gate. “Please, be safe.” Her mother, Liljana, frowned, hugging her daughter tightly. Gabrijela held her close, she would miss them a lot, despite the rocky relationship that has sprung between them. “If anything happens, call us right away, no matter the time. Don’t do anything that will cause you harm--” “Dad, I’ll be fine. I swear. I’m twenty-five, I’m not a child anymore.” Gab cut her stern-looking father off. He sucked in a breath, “Don’t you--” “Nikola,” Her mother snapped, “Our daughter will be late.” Her father sighed, tears lining his eyes as he hugged her tightly. “Please, please take care. You know we love you.” He murmured. “I know. I love you, I love you both.” She pulled her mother into the hug and they held each other for a bit. Gabrijela pulled away, tears falling down her cheeks. She spoke in her language, Croatian, “I love you.” She had said and picked up her bags and headed to the gate, she turned to wave goodbye to her parents before she set off on the long flight.

23 Hours Later…

It was 9am when she had landed at Heathrow Airport. The flight was long and exhausting, she couldn’t sleep the whole way, she never could sleep on aeroplanes anyway. She rubbed her eyes as she lugged her massive suitcase and a smaller one with a heavy handbag. Once out of customs, she stood in the middle, checking her paperwork. She was told someone would pick her up and take her to her apartment in London. She looked around, she hadn’t seen anyone holding a sign or… seemed to be the type to be picking up anyone. “Great.” She groaned, she had no way of contacting the number, she had to get herself a sim card of some sort and access to wifi. She rubbed her forehead, she was gross all over, sleep-deprived and annoyed. “Hello, are you Gabrijela?” An accented male voice got her to turn around. The man was absolutely stunning, sharp-angled jaw, piercing blue eyes, thousands of freckles… Cillian was handsome on TV but in person… She was blown away. She didn’t see he held out a hand, and she shook herself back to reality. “H-Hi, yes that’s me.” She took his hand, warm and strong. “I’m Cillian, I believe you were expecting someone else.” He said, his smile was literally breathtaking. “Uh, yeah. Allison, she was uh, supposed to pick me up.” She nodded, setting down her small carry on luggage. “Yeah, she’s been quite sick the last few days. So, I took up on the offer to pick you up.” He explained. Gabrijela felt her heart skip a beat, he offered? “Aw, thank you. That’s, that’s super sweet of you.” She flashed him a grin. “Always. Come on, let’s get you out of here. You look exhausted.” He grabbed the biggest luggage and her carry on. “Oh no, let me carry that.” She started to grab it. “Don’t worry, it’s no bother.” He said. Another smile made her blush. Together they walked towards the elevator. It was nice outside, a little on the cooler side but she liked the cold weather despite it being almost summer here. They squished into the elevator, moving as far back as possible as people crammed in. She was crushed against the body of the Irish man, a soft chuckle reverberated through him. Her heart was hammering in her chest, the ride up felt like forever. A ride she didn’t want to end, she thought. But, like all things, it came to an end and they stepped out. They came to his car, a BMW of some sort. She whistled, “Favourite car ever.” She said as she helped him stuff her bags into the back. “Yeah, I love it. Fast and comfortable and a touch of luxury.” Cillian said as he held open the door for her. “Thank you.” She hastily got in, the interior was leather and dark. And smelled like… the ocean and a hint of forest. Cillian got in and started up the car, it came alive with a low hum. “Do you have the address of where you are staying?” “Oh yes, here I’ll read it out,” Gab said and read out the address. “Huh, they found a nice place.” He punched in the address and pulled out of the parking place. Jazz music played softly, she never listened to this type of genre. “So, how was the flight?” He asked. “Long. Very long. Seven hours from Sydney to Singapore then had under an hour to hop on to the next flight. Thirteen hours.” She replied, “I didn’t sleep, can’t. Watched some movies, tried to read but failed. I had a pounding headache and the guy couldn’t stop going to the toilet.” “Shit sounds bad. But don’t worry, you are not expected in the studio in three days, so you have time to recover.” He said. “Oh really? Do you… know what I’ll be doing?” Gabrijela asked, but then thought it was a stupid question. “Ah, that was silly to ask. It states in my paperwork.” She laughed. “No question is stupid. You’ll be working with our designer, helping her out in organising what we are to wear, the styles, colours. All that fashion stuff. Allison is a wonderful woman, an expert. You’ll learn a lot from her.” Cillian said proudly, “She works with all of us actors, tailoring the suits and dresses to such perfection.” The way he spoke about Allison made Gabrijela nervous. He seemed fond of the woman, and by how he was dressed during the show… God, she was going to be greatly challenged. And she would work her ass off the coming months, no complaints. She would do it. “She seems like a lovely person, I can't wait to start.” She clasped her hands to her chest, looking over at the older man. “As we all, Allison seriously loved your portfolio, and she had shown us. You have a fantastic idea and creativity.” Cill said. Gabrijela blushed bright red. “She showed you… my portfolio? From University?” She whispered. Her nerves spiked, and worry set in. “Oh, she was very impressed. Couldn’t hold back. Hey.” His voice softened, she looked at him again, they had stopped at a set of lights. He faces her, “I can see that doubt in your eyes. Don't be fearful, you should be proud of your work. It’s yours to claim and your creative noggin here made. Don’t let others cloud your thoughts.” He said, his blue gaze intense yet caring. She sucked in a breath and they moved on, “I guess so. It’s just… you all are so talented and amazing and… Gah, it’s scary. I didn’t even think I’d get this. It’s been a dream long coming for me to work on an amazing set with equally amazing people.” Gabrijela admitted. “We are just regular people who must play an act. That’s all.” He let out a light chuckle. “Still, for me, it’s so cool. I thought I’d be good at acting and tried to do a play during school, uh yeah, nah. I messed up majorly on the first night of the play. Still remember it.” She laughed shyly. “Wardrobe malfunction and I forgot my lines. All of them. Worst stage fright ever.” “No.” He said in disbelief. “Yes! In front of eight hundred students and staff. I refused to continue on after that. Gave that shit up and went into a design class where I hid from the world, scribbling away my thoughts and feelings.” They both laughed. “Well, I think you picked the best path. You’re here, a bright, creative mind amongst us. Welcome aboard.” He exclaimed. His laugh was a blessing to hear, it made her skin prick with goosebumps. She admired this man beside her for a long while, she had seen him in every movie he played. She was fascinated by how he worked, how easily he stepped into his given role so perfectly… And here she was, in his car, laughing and talking. Still, right now, it felt like a dream. A comfortable silence fell between them, and she watched the scene outside. Old buildings began to turn to more flashier ones as they made their way into the heart of London. Cillian spoke up and pointed out interesting buildings and told some facts, she listened intently, she would come back to these areas to check them out. Especially the Tower of London castle. “The Tube here is good. Fast but can get very packed during peak times, and very stuffy.” He said as they came into a pretty neighbourhood. “I heard that the train line is good.” Gab nodded. It wasn't long when he pulled up beside a three levelled building. The whole street was lined with these white, pretty buildings. “Here we are.” He said and got out, she pulled herself out and groaned. Stretching, she said, “This is a really pretty area.” “Quiet, and safe. Close to the station and to the shops, five minutes down the road you’ll come to a food market.” He said, pulling out her luggage with a grunt. She grabbed her smaller ones, “That's good. I might need to go down to it after this to grab some, and I need to get a sim card for my phone.” She said as they trudged up the stairs to the large wooden door. “I’d love to help you out if you want?” He asked as they unlocked the door. “Oh, sure. I’d like that.” She smiled up at him. “This floor and the one above is occupied, but the top-level is yours.” He said they both looked at the stairs. “Oh god. Why don’t you let me help you? My bag is heavy, I don't want you to hurt yourself.” She said. “Ah, fine fine. Want me to go first or you?” He asked. “Maybe you.” She said. Together they fought with the luggage, huffing and puffing up three flights of narrow, steep stairs. Once at the top they both sat down, laughing. “What is in this thing?” He ran a hand through his hair, his smile lopsided. “Clothes, shoes, a bag, girly items.” Gabrijela giggled, moving beside him. “Uh-huh. Come on, let's get you settled in.” He said and got up, he held out a hand to her. She took it and was pulled to her feet. “You do the honours.” He handed her a set of keys. She took them and unlocked the door to her apartment. The first thing they were greeted was the open space, to the right was a two-seater dark grey couch and a small flat-screen TV mounted to the wall above a fireplace. Behind the couch was a double bed with a million cushions and dark tones for sheets. Further was the balcony that overlooked the street. To the left was a small modern kitchen with a wall separating the rooms, it was designed in a way where a square cut out of the wall was turned into like a breakfast bar with two stools. Beside the kitchen was a generously large bathroom with a bathtub build into the wall equipped with a showerhead. The colours were dark browns, greys and splashes of copper and silver and greens in the decor. “Wardrobe is under the bed and in the dresser here.” Cillian patted the dark wood piece that was set beside the bathroom door. “London apartments are quite small but small design aspects use space very effectively.” “This is… Wow, I didn't expect it to be so… Lovely.” She touched the fluffy throw on the bed. It felt like luxury. She sunk down on the bed, bouncing on it. She kept looking around. “You’ll be calling this your home in the coming months, so get as comfy as you like.” Gabrijela sucked in a breath, “Thank you.” She said, her emotions were all over the place, happiness, fear, excitement. “What for?” Cillian asked, sitting beside her. “For all of this. For this opportunity.” Her eyes shimmered with utter joy. “Don’t thank me. Thank the ones who got to make this happen.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. “I will, but to you especially. I’ve uh, I’ve always admired you in films you act in. And I absolutely love Peaky Blinders, it's a fantastic show and I am truly excited to work with you and everyone else.” She said in a single breath, her cheeks heating. He let out a soft laugh, “I could say the same, as I said before, we are delighted to have you on the team.” She felt so shy around him, his eyes, his smile, everything about him made her feel so giddy. He truly was one kind of a man, and her love and admiration only grew more for him. “Well, I had an idea. You give me a list of what you need, and you get yourself comfortable and shower or whatever.” Cillian stood up. “Oh no, no, no. I can’t do that. I’ve already taken up so much of your time today, I think it’s best if I just go myself.” She stood up quickly, shaking her head. “Please, it’s no bother, really. You’ve had a long trip,” he grabbed notepad on the dresser and a pen from his pocket and handed it to her. “List, please.” She sighed, “God, fine.” She huffed and scribbled down some things she’d like. “There you go, Mr Pushy.” Cillian tucked the paper into his jacket pocket, “I’ll see you soon.” He said and left. Gabrijela waited before she let out an excited cry. She did a little dance and laughed, “Oh thank you God for this opportunity!” She unpacked some stuff, mostly her… private items before she grabbed a clean pair of ripped jeans and an oversized sweatshirt before she went into the shower. It felt good to bathe, washing off all the crap and stress away. Once out, she resumed unpacking until Cillian rang the doorbell. She allowed him up and gasped when he came in with four bags. “I definitely did not write that much stuff down! Cillian!” She gave him a playful push once he set the bags down. “Well, I wanted to buy more than just lettuce and a pack of noodles.” He said. “Let me make lunch for you.” She snorted, “No. I refuse. Please.” She grabbed his hands, “Cillian, you really shouldn’t do this.” “Gabrijela.” He now held her hands between his, and his gaze was bright and caring. “I want to do this because I want to. Out of the goodness in my heart.” The look he had made her back down, he really wanted this. “Alright, Cillian. Make my lunch then.” She pulled back and helped him unpack the bags. She left him be as she finished up unpacking her stuff. She set up her laptop and portable music box before she sent out a facebook message to her mother to ease her worrisome mind. Cillian had even gotten her a sim card, and she was so paying him back for it. It wasn’t long when her father called up on Skype. She chatted with him in Croatian for a bit before she said her goodbye. “Your dad?” Cillian called from the kitchen, he was well into cooking, the air smelled a bit burnt. “Yeah, gotta check in with the family. They're the most worried, this is the first time I’ve ever gone overseas alone.” She replied, scrolling through Facebook. “Is this your first time overseas?” He asked. “Nah, the first two was with my parents and this one by myself.” She smiled, sitting back on the couch and watching him through the opening in the wall that looked into the kitchen. He was busy stirring something. “Where did you go in the first two?” He moved to grab what looked like salt. “Croatia visited family and the usual touristy stuff. Was an awesome experience.” She said. “Oh yeah? I’m guessing you’ve learned how to speak it since you spoke Croatian with your dad just then.” “Mhm. I took a course before I just practised at home with my parents, I’m able to hold a good conversation now.” She said with pride in her tone. “Incredible. I used to know French a while back, but I’ve forgotten it all.” He chuckled. “Oh yeah? How’d you get into that?” She got up and sat on one of the stools, watching him. “My mum is a French teacher, so as a boy I learned it through her. Once an adult, I kinda stopped as I really had no more use for it.” He explained. “Didn’t want to sing it either?” Gabrijela teased. He snorted, “Definitely not. You know about the band stuff?” He turned to her. “Kinda, a little. Did you enjoy it?” She asked. “Yeah, I did. Played the guitar, sang a little. It was a good time, but not something I wanted to pursue further.” He shrugged, “A good filler in my younger years.” “Awesome. You do seem like the band kinda guy.” She folded her arms on the table. “Yeah? My brother says that to me, asks me if I would ever pick it back up again.” He turned back to the pot boiling, stirring it. “I see, but I think acting suits you better.” She nodded. “Huh, thanks. I get that a lot.” Cillian mused as he stirred the pot before turning the electric stovetop off. She rolled her eyes, “So cocky.” She huffed. Cillian flashed her a grin before he set out two bowls and poured in the noodle soup. “Chicken soup with carrots chunks. Easy to make and really good in energising the body.” He said, pouring her a glass of strawberry cordial and one for himself. “You know, my mum makes the same thing. But more for if your sick, or whenever shes in the mood. Let's see how good Mr Murphy is.” She straightened her back, picking up the soup. “Oh, God.” He laughed nervously, “Be gentle on me.” She could see the playful glint in his eyes as she tasted the steaming soup. She took a couple of spoonfuls before she slowly set the spoon down, eyes narrowed and had a thoughtful look on her face. “Hm,” She hummed, rubbing her chin, “Salt… Good. Enough. Temperature… Just right… The taste…” She paused, eyes flicked up to his. He waited, head tilted to the side. His smile began to grow. “Delicious!” She cried happily, “It’s fantastic, Cillian. Almost like home, but very close.” “Oh!” He let out a sigh of relief, clearly playing along with her, “Good, good. I’m not really a fantastic cook, I’m most skilled in lasagna or some type of soup. Or a good ham and cheese toast.” Gab giggled, “Thanks, Cillian. It’s really good.” She said, continuing to eat the soup. “I made enough to last today and tomorrow. I’d like to take you out for dinner tomorrow night if you like.” He brought the spoon to his lips, taking a sip. “To dinner? Tomorrow?” She blinked, looking surprised. “I-I mean, only if you want, I don't want to--” He started. “No, I’d love to go to dinner with you. What time?” She asked. “Around seven? Will that be okay?” “Perfect. Gives me time to explore tomorrow, and maybe find an outfit.” She said, focusing on her soup. Her damn blush wouldn't go away. “Want me to tag along? I know good areas for shopping.” He offered, gazing at her once more. “I--” She shut her mouth, he was doing so much for her today. He picked her up, brought her here, bought food, cooked, and he was going to take her out tomorrow night… “Alright, but you are not allowed to pay for anything!” She said sternly, “Or I will make sure you rip your pants on set.” He held up his hands in a truce like fashion, “Fine, fine. I will agree to these terms.” “Good! But I may or may not wake up later, I’m running on zero hours of sleep.” She hissed, finishing her soup. “Oh yeah, gotta let you have your beauty sleep.” He said as he collected the empty bowls. She rolled her eyes, making a face, “Girls gotta sleep. It’s why we stay so pretty.” She flicked back her hair, letting out a huff. She got up and helped him dry up and clean up despite his demands to go rest. She didn’t like to sit around and let others do the work, she always wanted to help out no matter what. After that, Cillian wiped his hands and walked with her back to the small living space, “I should get going, but before I do…” He grabbed the notepad and scribbled something down, “My number and my address. I don’t live far from here, almost a twenty-minute walk. Just some information.” He gave her a cute smile. “Ah, thank you. I’ll make sure to save that. I’ll text you later so you have whatever new number I got.” Gabrijela said, taking the paper and tucking it into the front pocket of her hoodie she wore. “Also, thanks for getting the sim card. I’ll set it up in a moment.” “No worries. I’ll see you around midday, yeah?” He opened the door. “Yeah, see you then. Thank you for everything.” And she went towards him and hugged him. He let out a soft ‘Oh’ and his arms wrapped around her. “I love hugs,” His voice dropped to a soft murmur. “Same.” She said equally as quiet. They both chuckled and pulled away. “Rest well, Gabrijela.” He had this look in his eyes as if he didn’t want to go so soon. But he turned away, and she watched him walk down the stairs. She closed the door before she went to the balcony and peered over. Any moment, and he was out of the door. He paused and looked up, waving and giving her a wink before he got into his car. His head disappeared in the car and he drove off. Gabrijela let out a sigh, gripping the iron rails. She looked down the road, the forever trail of white apartments and the soft hum of traffic and the occasional cry of people calling to each other. Was this all real? She thought as she stared up at the grey sky. The air was cool, and it smelled like rain was going to fall soon. She loved the rain. She smiled to herself, a dream come true. She was here. Safe. Had a wonderful with a man she admired, and whom she will go shopping with. Her heart fluttered as she went back inside to lay down and set up her phone. But she didn't get a chance to text Cillian as sleep and exhaustion overtook her body and she was out like a light.

[yeenybeanies]

g/t prompt list

10. toy

hal jordan / green lantern & john constantine / hellblazer

1559 words

language warning. quite a few f-bombs

please keep comments to the tags!! thank you!! 

i wasn’t able to post anything last month because i didn’t have internet access on my laptop, but i do now, so here’s this short lil thing. enjoy!! 

“ Constantine! ” 

God fucking dammit. . .. More than he cares to admit, the voice, now much more booming than he’s used to, does startle John. The subsequent heavy bangs on the door certainly aren’t very pleasant either, each one sending a jolt through his bones and his very being. 

“ What the bloody fuck is he doing here. . .. ”  Jaw clenched tight, John winces under another assault to the door, and another shout from the outside. Noises are bigger right now. Everything is bigger, considering John’s newfound state of existence, standing at a solid three inches tall. 

“ I know you’re in there, Constantine. ” 

How the hell does he–––

“ Zatanna told me how to find this freaky house of yours. Said someone should check on your for whatever reason, so come on. I don’t have all day. ” 

Good. Maybe that means he’ll leave if no one answers. John would rather not be found in his current predicament anyway––least of all by Hal Jordan. Christ, he would never hear the end of it from him, and he’d go blabbing about it to everyone else too. No thank you. 

“ Come in. ”  God dammit, Orchid! Her silky voice rings through the house, almost as if coming from the very walls. From where he is, John peeks around the corner, down the hallway to the now open door, Just beyond the House’s alien-looking avatar stands one very confused man in black and green spandex. That’s definitely a space cop if John ever saw one. The real question is: why is he here? And the next two questions to follow are how did Zatanna know something was up, and why the hell did the House of Mystery let Hal in? 

“ You are looking for John. He is this way. ”  Orchid! John berates the House under his breath, and ducks back into his room just as he sees Orchid turn around and look directly at him. There’s no hiding from her; she is the House, and she seems intent on leading the lantern right to him. Damn her. 

“ Uh, o-kay. . .. Who are you again? ”  Hal’s voice sounds even more obnoxious from so high up. 

“ I am Black Orchid. John is in here, but he seems to be experiencing some difficulties right now. ”  She steps aside and gestures for Hal to enter the room, which he does, despite his growing confusion.  “ He is under the desk. ” 

“ He’s. . . under the desk? ”  Clearly the lantern is lost, but his gaze does fall to the desk. John knows he’s not quite fast enough; his eyes meet Hal’s for a split second before he ducks behind one of the legs. He has little time to mutter any curses to the house or the cop, though, as he quickly finds himself encased in a capsule of green light and lifted. He is helpless against the jostling and the lurching as he’s pulled from his hiding spot and brought out into the open, right before that rubbery mask. Fuck, Jordan’s a lot bigger up close like this. John isn’t one to be intimidated, but, right now, he’s certainly not comfortable. 

At first, Hal doesn’t say anything ( for once in his life ). John can feel him studying him, trying to work out what’s going on. Is it too late to convince him that this is all an illusion? 

“ Oi, if you’re just gonna stare, you can put me the hell down! ”  One tiny fist beats at the wall of light in protest. John isn’t overly fond of heights; being suspended in nothing but focus-powered green stuff over a fairly long drop is not his ideal situation. Nothing about this right now is his ideal situation. 

Perhaps he should have counted his blessings, though. The silent Hal is a rare privilege, and far more preferable to what comes next: the laughing Hal. John covers his ears and ducks his head under that first heavy bark of laughter. Each one to follow too is so damn loud. It feels like John is being shaken apart by sound. One blessing he can still count is that his little containment pod doesn’t shake with the lantern’s movement; the man’s practically convulsing with laughter, while John, despite feeling like his eardrums are going to burst at any moment, is pretty stationary. 

“ Hey! Glad to see you’re having a good laugh there, mate, but I’m kinda busy right now! If you’d kindly shut up and fuck off, that’d be great! ”  If only he could be so lucky, though. The sphere moves, and the movement sends John stumbling back onto his rear, his irritation growing by the second. Brows furrowed, he stares up at Hal through the green film. 

“ Wh––hold on––what the hell happened to you, Constantine? Get caught up with some sort of cricket demon or something? ”  Before John can answer, though, the green around him vanishes, leaving him to fall with a yelp into Hal’s gloved hand below. Oh, no sir, he does not like this. It’s squishy and warm, and the sound of this rubbery uniform scrunching together grates his ears. John scrambles to stand up, a little wobbly in the giant palm. The still-present chuckling isn’t helping much either. 

“ Let’s leave it at  ‘ or something, ’  yeah? Now put me down! I need to figure out how to––– ” 

“ –––I’m sorry, your voice is so squeaky right now. I can’t take you at all seriously like this. ”  Without any warning or consideration, Hal pinches one of John’s legs between his free index and forefinger and pulls him up, dangling him upside down while he flails helplessly. 

“ Mother fu––put me the hell down, you bastard! I’m not a bloody toy, and I’m damn-sure not playing with you right now! ”  It isn’t getting him anywhere, and he knows he can’t break Hal’s grip on his leg, but John continues to kick and wriggle, hoping that the notion will mean more than his actual strength. 

Unfortunately, this is Hal. While he isn’t the worst of the space cops, he’s still not the most agreeable, especially not in cases like this. 

“ So, what? You’re able to fix this, right? Or are you––snrk––are you stuck like this forever? ”  Hal looks so damn smug right now, and endlessly amused. John’s face is red, both from his embarrassment and frustration, and from the blood rushing to his head. 

“ I can fix it. I was in the middle of trying to fix it when you showed up and started acting like a right prick! Quit––– ”  That’s enough. John rubs his hands together and summons a bang of fire. It’s more like a pop at this scale––like a little bang snap––but it does as intended: it startles Hal into letting him go, though he’s quickly caught again after a few inches’ fall. 

“ Woah––easy there. Are you fuckin’ nuts? ”  Those hands close around John now, holding him more securely. It’s not much of an improvement, but at least he’s upright again.  “ Dumb question. I know you’ve got a few screws loose in the noggin’. ” 

“ You’re one to talk. ”  John wriggles and pulls one arm free, then the other.  “ I’ve got this under control, copper. Now, if you’d be so kind as to let me––– ” 

“ Go? Oh, fat chance, sour patch. ”  Hal shifts his hold, transferring John to one hand, fingers curled firmly around his middle. With his other, he pulls out his cellphone, much to John’s horror. 

“ Jordan, I swear to every god and devil and demon out there––if you take any pictures, I am going to make your life hell. ”  

“ You’re not very threatening when you’re normal-sized. How do you think you sound right now? ” 

Like a fucking joke, he imagines. The camera flashes, leaving John blinded for a moment. He swears on his mother’s grave that he will make Hal pay for this once he’s back to normal. Somehow. 

“ Great. Now that you’ve immortalized the moment, why don’t you be a pal and––– ”  

“ Hey, d’ya think whatever the hell shrunk you could do the same to Batman? I’d love to see Spooky all doll-sized. ”  Hal’s grip loosens just a smidge as he lifts John up higher, more near eye-level. John has to force himself not to look down, and try not to focus on the fact that he’s being held by an imbecile. 

Why did it have to be this lantern that came to check on him? Or any lantern at all? Or anyone? What the hell is Zatanna doing sending people to check up on John? 

“ If I were to turn that little monstrosity on anyone, it’d be you, you overgrown prick. ”  This is getting very old very quickly.  “ Alright, Jordan, you’ve had your fun. Let me go. Now. ”  And for a moment, it almost looks like Hal means to comply, but that goofy, shit-eating grin is back on his face just as quickly as it left. 

“ Nah. I’ve gotta show you to the rest of the league. ”