can i just have some fluffy gibby and octane??? that's all i need in my life tbh
IM LATE BUT I GOTCHU FAM! <3 Gibraltar and Octane are so good??? Also, I restarted this so many times.
Thoughts Like Thorns
Ao3
Octavio was bored again. When he was bored, bad things tended to happen. He didn’t mean to cause so much havoc, honest! Well, most of the time he didn’t mean it. All that destruction and chaos was simply a byproduct of his endless hunt for his next adrenaline rush. He really couldn’t help it. That desire to do something - anything - was almost pervasive. It was a gnawing, clawing need that guided his day-to-day life. When he sat idle for just a moment too long, that feeling would well up inside of him again, like nails down his spine. If he didn’t know any better, he’d compare the uncomfortable sensation to anxiousness. It was like something inside of him telling him to ‘ go go go!’ and not doing that was something really quite awful.
Those quiet moments between drops when there was nowhere for him to run and video games just weren’t cutting it was horrible. He’d bounce in place, jump around, and use his fellow Legends as makeshift springboards. Anything to alleviate that need. For the most part, the others tolerated his constant frenetic energy. Sometimes, if the mood was bright enough, they’d join in on his reckless little games. It usually wasn’t a problem for the adrenaline junkie. Hell, he loved the rush so chasing these little highs was awesome! But, there were moments when it was all a little too much. When his attention felt like it was being ripped in every direction and his mind buzzed like a nest of angry hornets. When nothing could satisfy that need of his. It seemed like today was one of those unlucky days.
He was pacing back and forth in the complex, muttering under his breath rapidly as if he could chase away this feeling through cursing alone. His hands flexed, clenched, and beat an uneven tempo against his thighs as he moved on an endless loop. Sometimes he felt like clawing at himself because surely that would feel better than whatever this sensation was crawling under his skin, but he refrained. The last time he did, Ajay scolded him and gave him that ‘I’m-unhappy-but-also-worried’ look he’s so familiar with. He tried playing games but nothing would hold his attention or quell that buzzing. He tried hanging out with the others but found himself too...raw to handle them right now. This uneasy restlessness was killing him.
“Ughh, estoy a punto de enloquecer!”
Octavio was so engrossed in his own static-filled mind that he didn’t notice the rather large figure walking through the door. Really, it should be a feat all on its own to have Makoa Gibraltar of all people sneak up on you. The giant of a man wasn’t the type to sneak around. So, when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, the borderline shriek that left his lips was all the more embarrassing. Gibraltar looked torn between amused and mildly worried. That expression made Octavio want to shrug the hand off of his shoulder and bolt for the door.
“You alright there, bruddah?”
It was a simple question. It should have been easy to answer. Should . But the nonstop racing thoughts and aching in his nerves told him otherwise.
“Yes. No. Yes! ...Maybe. UGH, I don’t know!”
His hands went from tapping his thighs to gripping at his hair as he fought himself for a moment of respite. After seeing the almost volatile reaction to his touch earlier, Makoa resisted the urge to lay a reassuring hand on the younger Legend. It wasn’t often that Octavio had a bad day like this but it happened just enough for Makoa to recognize the signs. After a moment of thought, Gibraltar shifted his presence, expression dropping from openly worried to casual friendliness. That same sort of warmth colored over the darker tones of his voice. He didn’t want Octavio focusing on the bad - especially if it was thanks to the way he was acting.
“Hey, I seen you’re pretty good at art, yeah?”
The question was so unexpected and lax that it actually threw Octavio for a bit of a loop. His grip loosened and he squinted in slight confusion at Makoa. When he spoke, his answer was drawn out and pitched as if it was a question.
“...Yes?”
That seemed to brighten up Makoa’s disposition immediately. He gave one of his famous thousand-watt grins and threw open his arms in a grand gesture.
“Perfect! I got a cake here that needs some serious decoratin’ and you’re just the guy for the job!”
There wasn’t a singular part of this shift in conversation that didn’t confuse Octavio. Granted there were a great many things that did confuse him. In his defense, however, he rarely bothered enough to pay attention to, well, anything really. So, he just let his arms drop back to his sides as bewilderment overtook his features. Seeing the shift, Makoa kept on going. Anything to keep him distracted was good in his books. As he spoke, he subtly herded Octavio toward the kitchen area where a tasty but objectively plain cake sat. Next to it was a slew of decoration tools and what looked like a rough image of what Gibraltar wanted on it. It was pretty, certainly something he could imagine giving to a significant other if he were feeling romantic. But his way of drawing was a bit more, ah, stylized than what was pictured. As he started imagining what it’d look like in his own design, Makoa continued on.
“It’s my anniversary soon and I wanted to do somethin’ nice. I made a cake but I don’t have an artistic bone in my body. Figured I’d ask ya for help, shortstack. We can work on it togetha ‘n you could tell me what’s botherin’ ya.”
At the reminded of his earlier unending nerves, Octavio frowned. Without meaning to he started bouncing back and forth on his feet as that prickling sensation started taking over his attention once more. Without wasting a second, Makoa barreled on as if nothing changed.
“Or, I could tell ya about that time I stole my dad’s motorcycle to go on a joyride with my boyfriend.”
Again, the switch up blindsided the younger Legend. The mental image of The Gibraltar doing something so reckless and immature as stealing his dad’s motorcycle absolutely floored Octavio. His jaw dropped and that jittery discomfort was replaced with a sort of giddiness. That sounded like something he would do and not the unofficial Team Dad.
“No. Way.”
“Way.”
There was a smug sort of smile pulling wide at Gibraltar’s lips as Octavio stared at him with wide eyes. He figured if there was a story to draw him out of a bad spot, it’d be a crazy one he could relate to. The air was filled with the rapid little ‘tinks’ of his feet as he danced in place with all that pent up energy he was so well-known for. He wanted to hear more about this crazy tale. It was drawing his mind away from all those sharp, intangible edges he could never figure out.
“Let’s do it!”
And so they did. They set up their impromptu cake station as Makoa spoke about the shenanigans he managed to get himself into in his wilder days. Of course, he left out the darker parts. No need to drag the kid back down. It warmed something in his heart to see Octavio calming down. His mind was distracted by the story and attention needed to detail the cake while his hands were busy drawing out lines of frosting. It was engaging enough to keep him entertained without being self-destructive (or any kind of destructive, which was a step up). So, when that story ended, Makoa conjured another, and then another, and another. However many it took until that frantic tension melted away from Octavio.
“So, when ya gonna pop the question amigo? Time ain’t waitin’ for any of us! We won’t stay this young and good lookin’ forever. Well, you won’t. I’ll always be this gorgeous. ”
It was Makoa’s turn to be surprised at the unexpected words. Maybe it was the shock, maybe it was the cocky, over-the-top attitude, or maybe it was just the irony that the usually oblivious one here hit the nail on the head. Whatever the case, Makoa let out a deep belly laugh and clapped Octavio on the shoulder. The force behind the gesture was still enough to cause the much smaller man to jolt forward.
“Ha! Keep it up, shortstack. I’ll remember that next time we’re on a team and the enemies are lookin’ for a punchin’ bag.”
Rather than respond verbally, Octavio just stuck his tongue out and gave a rather colorful hand gesture. Though the way his lips turned up at the corners in a grin spoke volumes of his current bright mood. After a moment, Makoa sighed in a way that Octavio could have sworn would be considered ‘dreamily’. He did very little to hide the amused snort at the action. ‘What a big softy.’
“To tell ya the truth, I been thinkin’ ‘bout it. I wanna do it soon. Hey, how’d you like to come ‘n help me pick out a ring, huh?”
The invitation was a surprise. Seems like today was full of those - mostly good, at least. It made Octavio smile wider than he has in a long time. Again, he couldn’t help but do an excited little jig in place, prompting Makoa to laugh at his antics once more.
“Hells yeah!”
His brain was already rushing ten thousand miles a minute picturing all sorts of expensive and fantastical bands. That led to him also picturing crazy wedding ideas and - ‘Oh! Wonder if I’ll get to be a groomsman!’ His colorful and exciting daydreams were interrupted by Makoa as he peered over his shoulder at the cake and spoke up.
“This looks great, Octavio, but uh...you spelled his name wrong.”
Sure enough, when he looked at the wonderfully decorated (in his humble opinion) cake, he had forgotten a letter in Makoa’s boyfriend’s name. With a groan, he slapped a hand to his forehead and accidentally smeared icing on his face.
“Maybe the dragon is right, maybe you are just a bitter old person.” (Comic!verse)
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Kitty Pryde: Is a very cheerful person and enjoys celebrate any occasion accordingly, however, there´s a catch in Kitty´s methods( as much there´s one to madness as well) the young woman hates to celebrate her own birthday.
No major tragic happen to make Kitty hate the day itself, is just the young woman hates it and always try to prevent people to find out or trying to make a big deal.
Sadly(or not), Kurt Wagner is not the one to let any Birthday pass away without a cake and hugs, so, when the leader of Excalibur found out that today is Kitty´s birthday the elf was quick to do something much to Kitty´s chagrin.
“Elf,” she said after taking a deep breath, a long-suffering breath as Kurt somehow bestow Kitty with a piece of cake “ how and why?”
Kurt blinks at such response with Lockheed resting on his head, the leader of Excalibur was not expecting such reaction, but then again, Kurt remembers that Kitty rarely celebrates her own birthday.
“Katzchen, is your birthday, a special day where you are born, it deserves to celebrate with cake, an elf, and Lockheed,” said Kurt.
“Kurt, I really hate my birthday, I´m getting older…and never wiser” she responds with a frowny face.
“ The tiny dragon is right, you are a bit bitter” replied Kurt “ but fear not, Katzchen, today your day is going to be sweet”
Kurt Wagner make his mission to make Kitty Pryde love her own birthday, it is an uphill battle for sure, but if anything Kurt is a tenacious person.
Kurt Wagner: Truly likes birthdays, always believing that this date is special because it marks the day of your own existence and that in itself deserve all the celebration and commemorations in the world.
This belief is important to Kurt since the blue elf is always fighting to prove his humanity( to others and himself) so, it is always essential to not let your own birthday go in blank.
Kitty, once the elf discovers, is not very fond of her own birthday without any good reason prompts Kurt to give her the best day of her life.
“ Come on, I know you are having fun, I can see the smile you are desperately trying to hide,” he said in the strawberry field (Kitty is a big fan of the Beatles) preparing things for the picnic.
“Oh alright, I´m having fun, happy, elf?” she said let go of the facade as Lockheed is ever faithful in her shoulder.
“For now? I´m” he said charmingly “ and Katzchen, happy birthday”
“Thank you, fuzzy, today is being a good birthday so far” she responds.
I am so happy!!! I finally got a way to have a weekly/monthly income, today mom told me from now on I'll be allowed to decorate cakes on my own and receive the pay for them!!
And also I'll be managing the Instagram for her business since she saw I was decent at editing lighting on it.
Anyways, I am thrilled, so here look at the cake I decorated!!
