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“Give it back.”

the-stonem:

iamthefirechild:

iamthefirechild:

Summer giggled, clutching the bailey’s ice cream to her chest. “Nope! Nope nope nope, you’re cut off and this is mine now!”

“Oh, /fine/,” Summer pouted, and tossed the ice cream back. “You get drunk-er, and I will stay sober. I don’t understand you people, honestly.” She flopped out on the floor.

Tony could only grin at her as the sense of triumph and undeniable smugness came over him. “Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t say I wasn’t going to share.” But then looking at the cup now, he realized there wasn’t enough to go around.

Summer looked at him upsidedown from her position on the floor. “Sweetheart, if I /wanted/ to get drunk, I wouldn’t use alcoholic ice cream to do it with. Finish it. I’m just saying, I don’t want to get drunk. There’s no point to it; I’m just as weird without, and I don’t have to get a hangover.”

“Give it back.”

the-stonem:

iamthefirechild:

iamthefirechild:

Summer giggled, clutching the bailey’s ice cream to her chest. “Nope! Nope nope nope, you’re cut off and this is mine now!”

“You don’t have to be drunk to be fun, Tony.”

“Oh I’m aware. But I don’t see why we should stay sober when there’s perfectly good alcohol available.”  

“Oh, /fine/,” Summer pouted, and tossed the ice cream back. “You get drunk-er, and I will stay sober. I don’t understand you people, honestly.” She flopped out on the floor.

“Give it back.”

the-stonem:

iamthefirechild:

iamthefirechild:

Summer giggled, clutching the bailey’s ice cream to her chest. “Nope! Nope nope nope, you’re cut off and this is mine now!”

About to put the spoon in her mouth, Summer lowered it to stare at Tony. “That’s not true! Don’t say that.”

“Don’t say what?” The corners of his mouth twitched as he tried to school his features to a feigned innocent look, staring right back at her unblinkingly.

“You don’t have to be drunk to be fun, Tony.”

Summer stuck her head around Sherlock’s door, singing.

~o “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You’re as cuddly as a cactus, 
You’re as charming as an eel, 
Mr. Grinch.
You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel.

You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart’s an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You’ve got garlic in your soul, Mr Grinch.
I wouldn’t touch you with a 
Thirty-nine and a half foot pole.

You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile, 
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile,
Mr Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you, 
I’d take the seasick crocodile.

You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a nasty wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks.
Your soul is full of gunk, 
Mr Grinch.” ~o

“Give it back.”

the-stonem:

iamthefirechild:

iamthefirechild:

Summer giggled, clutching the bailey’s ice cream to her chest. “Nope! Nope nope nope, you’re cut off and this is mine now!”

“That,” she said, shaking the spoon at him, “is exactly why I took it from you, because you have had a taste and a taste and a taste and now there’s hardly any left! Also I think it made you drunk.”

“It’s my share.” He wasn’t petulant, not at all. Just stating facts, really. Facts that seemed to have eluded her for the time being. “I don’t see why my being drunk would be a problem. I’m much more fun if I was.”

About to put the spoon in her mouth, Summer lowered it to stare at Tony. “That’s not true! Don’t say that.”

consultinsociopath:

iamthefirechild:

Her green eyes crinkled with her smile. “Oh, no. I know better than that. Probably that arm you asked Mordred to bring you.” She paused, looking up into his eyes. “He knows about us. Does that bother you?”

He smiled widely. “You know me far too well,” he replied. His brow furrowed for a moment. “Bother me? Why would it bother me?”

“I don’t know.” Summer shrugged a little. “I know better than to poke in the fridge, but I can’t always figure out how you’re going to react to, oh, emotional things. I didn’t know if maybe you wanted to be a secret.”