#basicallyidomoo

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After your words, the day became like a fairy tale! Thank you for the nice words! And I'm always glad to see you on my account, so don't apologize! 🌈💗🦄

And yet I have to apologize for taking so long to write an answer, I was just busy creating GIFs. 💢🤧

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For the sake of GIFs, I had to download PowerDirector, but I think it's worth it 💦

Thanks @gurenmonster for telling me I put up the wrong one O///O 

"Bat Owl! What's the situation?" Batcoon spoke into his walkie talkie, his voice slightly muffled by the big raccoon mask he wore. It was hard to see, that's what they could tell. The warehouse was surrounded by dozens of mafia workers, all carrying guns. And it seemed that they had a hostage.

Early Bird looked at what he was wearing, a bright blue unzipped hoodie and pants, and a neon tanktop underneath, probably not the best color choices. "The one hostage, Marcel Cunningham, doesn't seem to be worth much to these guys. I think he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time." Bat Owl spoke back, and Brock could see him across the side on the other roof of the warehouse.

They looked at each other and executed their game plan. Bat Owl and Batcoon would get the bad guys, Early Bird would rescue the hostages. It was what he was good at, and though rescuing people at the time didn't get a lot of popularity, he wasn't complaining. Brock was a lover, not a fighter.

Gunshots rang out as his friends made their way towards the enemies, fighting them off using their own special tactics. Brock spotted the door to the closed off house, where the hostage was being held. There would at least be two guys in there with him, if Brock could manage to distract them and get them away, he was golden.

But it seemed that fate had different plans in store. The two workers came out just as Brock had hid behind the dumpster truck they had stolen to hide cargo in. "Ah shit, it's the Owl Man!" One of the workers exclaimed, grabbing the pistol that was holstered on his waist.

Bat Owl, Brock thought, rolling his eyes as the two dumb workers went to fight, leaving the door open.

Early Bird quickly went inside, shutting and locking it behind him. "Hello? Marcel, where are you?" He called out to the hostage, following the hallway that led him into an open area.

He almost gasped when he saw the man, a darker male with curly black hair hidden underneath a Finn hat, tied up with ropes onto a metal chair that had to be really uncomfortable. And Marcel was out.

Brock rushed over, seizing the knife he kept in his coat pocket for emergencies and slashed the ropes away, pulling the man up who mumbled sleepily. "Wha?" Was all the other managed to say as Brock stumbled the both of them to another side of the room, placing the hostage on an old couch that was gathering dust in the corner.

"Are you okay? Are there any other injuries?" Brock question, pointing at the cut Marcel had on his bottom lip. The man finally opened his eyes, brown meeting brown, and gaped his mouth open.

"Fucker you're hot!" He exclaimed, sitting straight up staring at him. Brock flushed, realizing that he had not put on his eagle mask this night, not that he usually did, so he could actually see his face. "Um, what?" He stammered, narrowing his eyes at him.

Did he hit his head? Maybe that's how they knocked him out. Brock wasn't hot, or so he told himself, that was a bit of an overstatement, this man was clearly delirious. "I said you're hot. But no, I'm fine! Not hurt anywhere else." The man answered Brock's previous question, still staring up and down at his body.

"Um, okay, well-" Brock murmured, blushing at the continuous staring, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but only slightly. The other part of him was gushing at this man, maybe even developing feelings for him.

The warehouse garage busted open as his friends and many police officers were on the other side. "Early Bird! Is the hostage okay?" Bat Owl called out to him, standing with his hands grasping his hips.

"Um, yep! He's not that injured!" He answered, giving Marcel a hand to stand up and let the examiners look over him. Brock felt more nervous by the second as the saved hostage kept staring at him, a small smirk placed on his lips.

When the nurses went away to check the injuries on the enemies, Marcel walked over to Brock, a bounce in his step.

"Thanks, for saving me by the way." Marcel winked at him, leaving Brock with an open mouth and increasingly flustered face. He came closer to his face, so close that he could feel Marcel's breath brushing over his lips.

He came closer, and closer, Brock's heart hammering in his chest. He knew his friends were possibly watching, but at this moment, he didn't care at all. Suddenly Marcel purposely missed Brock's lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. Still, it was enough for Brock's breath to catch in his throat, as he tried to stammer out a response to the gesture, but was met with kind eyes and a flirty wink.

"A little late, Early Bird." He flirted, tapping Brock's jaw.

Vanoss saw the flirting going on between the two, mostly from the saved hostage and rolled his eyes from under his mask. "Well, that's never happened before." Del said, slyly ducking his hand down to press it against Vanoss' gloved ones. Evan rolled his eyes, rubbing his thumb against Delirious' bony knuckles.

Rarepairs away!

Basicallyidomoo Pt II

-They like to watch old cartoons together that they watched when they were kids- Brock always gets super excited and can't sit still during the shows, and will flap his arms to stim more often than not

-Marcel's favorite comfort food that Brock makes is lasagna, and Brock will usually make three or four of them to freeze for days when he doesn't feel like cooking

-They both try to set Scotty and Brian up, since they are their respective best friends and definitely need to be invested in a love life that isn't Brock and Marcel's

-Brock is the one who has to investigate the scary noise at night, and when he comes back safe (always), Marcel makes a point to kiss him and call him his knight in shining armor

-Marcel kicks the blankets off of him when he sleeps, and sometimes kicks Brock in his sleep too- but he'll always kiss the bruises the next day and make breakfast to apologize

-Brock did not want to live in the city, so they cozied up to a two story house in the suburbs- complete with white picket fence, blue shutters and a red door. It's picturesque and straight out of a postcard, and they love it oh so dearly

“Sorry Early Bird, you’re a little late for that.”