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kjs-s · 7 years ago

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The senior trip

Pairing Leonard McCoy x reader

Fandom Star Trek Aos

Summary Leonard and the reader are rival teachers who are the only ones to accompany the students on a field trip

Teachers AU

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: none

A/N: This is my entry for @goingknowherewastaken birthday challenge.Happy early birthday. I hope you like it. I have no idea how the American educational system works so it can be all wrong.

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‘’Miss (Y/LN) I hope you have cleared your schedule for the week before the finals. We are not going to Hawaii without you. It’s going to be the most memorable and fun thing of our time here. We need our favorite teachers to be a part of it.’’ one of your students said.

''Favorite teachers? You mean to tell me that I'm not your only favorite one?'' He looked nervous trying to find a way to answer that question without insulting you or hurting your feelings. ''I'm joking Adam. Who else is coming on the trip?''

''Does that mean you'll come? That's great. The principal said we will need two teachers but we asked both Mr. McCoy and Mr. Kirk alongside you. You three are the coolest and more laid-back adults here. We are still waiting for their answers though. The other students started coming it and Adam decided to share the good news.

''Hey guys, Ms. (Y/LN) said yes to chaperone us to Hawaii. This trip is looking up every day.''

''It's going to be great since we are the most awesome senior class in this school. That's why we are the only students here Mr. McCoy likes. I heard last week he corrected one of the freshmen so much, he made the boy cry. I think I picked up something about the grumpy teacher who would punish him. The poor boy was sobbing so hard and in an ugly way.'' Jessica told before defending Leonard. She used to be one of the students to get on his nerves because Leonard could see how smart she is yet she couldn’t apply her intelligence to study. Leonard McCoy showed her a better way of studying and made her into a valedictorian. Apart from that, he was one of everyone's favorite teachers seeing that he cared too much for them and he had a fun way of teaching biology.

When you first started working at the school, you knew nobody there. You had just moved to San Fransisco because you wanted to finally work as a teacher somewhere instead of the substitute jobs you had your entire career. The first two weeks you became friends with the other teachers, mostly with Jim, the drama teacher. You two clicked immediately and even sometimes helped each other with your classes. With you being the creative writing teacher, you often wrote scripts for him or had the students' ideas made into plays.

The only person you haven't met was Leonard. However, you have heard everything about him. Not just because Jim was his best friend and insisted that the two of you would get along but from literally everyone in the school. Apparently, he was, from what you have heard, a little cranky although mostly at the people who didn't take their studies seriously. He gave the students interesting projects and his tests were all in trivial pursuit style in groups. On top of that, all the girls in your class seemed to have a crush on him.

His reputation intrigued you for the handsome coworker you haven't met yet. However, it also made you a little competitive because you were used to being the most loved amongst the faulty in your old schools. You made a mission to be as liked as him. And you succeeded it that. Leonard senses your competitive vibe towards him and that made him a little hostile towards you. The fact he just had an unpleasant trip, trying to spend some time with his daughter, but ending up having fights with his ex every day didn't help his mood.

''Please tell me you agreed to come on this trip with us Jim. I believe I will need you there.'' You went to lunch with him hoping he would come to Hawaii with the rest of you.

''Don't be silly (Y/N). You won't need me. I know you are not worried about handling the kids since they are all well-behaved. So, if this is about Leonard you two will be fine on your own, I bet you will have fun together.'' Jim wasn't even subtle about how much he wanted you and his best friend to get together. He was vocal about how good you will be from the beginning.

''I am not so sure about that. I mean, we are not in each other's throat anymore, but a whole week in Hawaii taking care of so many kids? We might end up arguing a lot. Besides, why don’t you want to come along? You have something interesting to do here?'' You smiled at him ready to gossip about his life for once.

''Yes, something exciting thanks to you. He laughed at your bewildered expression.

''Nothing like what you imagine. I took your advice about the final exam to be improv based on ''Whose line is it anyway?'' and I will spend the week watching it so I can come up with ideas. The students were over the moon to hear they didn't have to study and they were thankful for your creativity. What about your final exams? Are you done?''

''Almost. I just have to write the epilogue of the story. I can't believe writing so terribly would be such a challenge. The kids will need a painkiller after editing that thing. Seriously I wrote it with so many mistakes they won't believe it came from me.''

''They will curse you under their breaths. Yet again, they know you are soft on them. Listen I have to go back to school to prepare my classroom ok? Talk to you later.'' He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and hurried away.

The days leading up to the trip went by in a flash. You finished writing the horrible story for the finals and packed your bags. Much to your surprise, Leonard was civil towards you and even sounded friendly on occasion.

The days in Hawaii were relaxing and fun. You loved spending time on the beach and you ended up sunbathing for hours every day. It was entertaining to experience being with your students in such an environment and Leonard was enjoying himself a little too.

On the last night the student government president, Kelly had the idea to built a bonfire on the beach and stay up all night to finish the trip with a party.

''Miss (Y/LN) why don't you come with us at the beach? We were staring at Mr. McCoy looking for the perfect place for our party and now he is gathering wood.'' You reluctantly went with the girls only after you made them promise to help you buy food.

When you were at the beach, you couldn't help yourself from admiring the view in front of you.

Leonard couldn’t find any pieces of wood on the ground so he found an ax. Seeing him tearing down branches of trees made you feel a little flustered. Having focused on your rivalry and how you wanted to beat him for the most liked teacher in the senior year, you failed to notice how good-looking he is. His muscles were visible under his top and you assumed his arms were strong enough to lift you.

You shook yourself out of the trance of daydreaming about Leonard and you gathered the girls to help you buy food and set up a picnic. You had barely enough time to prepare before the night fell and you would start the party. Kelly wanted to begin with smores and scary stories. Afterward, they would move on to other games.

After the scary stories, you and Leonard left the students to play truth or dare by themselves and sat down nearby just the two of you.

You sat down next to him drinking out of your cup.

''I was hoping you would bring me a drink as well. You know, as a peace offer to stop this ridiculous rivalry between us.'' Leonard seemed somewhat apologetic. He had spent the day thinking how he has been towards you from the day you met. Also, he kind of heard Jim's voice in his head that you two would be great together.

''I would bring you one, I just assumed you don't like fruity virgin cocktails. If you want, I can get you one. We are out of anything else at the moment.'' You were surprised he expected you to try to mend things between you but you decided that this party would bring the two of you closer.

''I thought it was light beer, thanks for the offer though. Besides, we need to stay vigilant to watch these kids. Who knows, what kind of trouble they can get themselves into. I didn't go on my senior trip. And I spent the one in college making sure Jim wouldn't die from any of his allergies.'' He rolled his eyes and you smiled at the idea of how the two teachers would be when they were younger.

''You're telling me? I still remember a few about mine. Like the fact I woke up wearing a pineapple costume because I was too tired to change. And my classmates back home have a video of me dancing and singing the theme to SpongeBob SquarePants.''

''Let's hope embarrassing themselves is the worst that happens to them tonight. Otherwise, we will be the parents' least favorite teacher regardless how popular we are with the students.''

''I believe your reputation will never be ruined. From my first day at the school, all I hear is how great and determined Mr. McCoy is. You have helped out so many students figure out what they want to follow as a career and how to work hard to get it. You are like a rock star in our school.'' You hated to admit it but deep down you admired him for how passionate he is about his job.

''You are like that too. I have overheard students talking about how awesome your class is in the hallway. And how you not only encouraging them to write, you try to make their ideas work without criticism. Not to mention that Jim was thrilled after you helped him make his class more interesting. It just occurred to me that maybe our rivalry was just jealousy. Sorry I was rude to you.''

''It's ok I was competitive towards you too and I sometimes don't like people being better than me at something. I'm sorry Leonard.''

Leonard then spotted that one of the kids bringing more of the free beer, Leonard was happy it tasted almost like the real one even without alcohol, and he left to grab a cup. He offered to refill yours too.

''So, I don't think I have no idea where you are from.'' Leonard tried to get to know you better.

''Originally from a small town a few miles north from here. My parents still live there. After my graduation, I started moving around anywhere I could get a teaching position. It was mostly substitute work. The last place before I came here was Atlanta Georgia, I loved it there.''

''You're joking, right? The look on your face gave away your confusion so he elaborated himself.

''I'm from Atlanta I lived there all my life up until a few years ago.''

''If you don't mind me asking, why did you leave?'' You were focused on him and at the same time sneak glances to the kids partying. Thankfully nothing was out of control.

''I went back there after graduation to be with my then-girlfriend. We ended up marrying each other and everything was peachy up until she decided to leave me. She got everything in the divorce and I moved here to San Fransisco to start over. Thank God Jim had moved here and he let me be his roommate. I owe him a lot.

He drank a little thinking how much he had been through.

''And now I try to go back every chance I get to visit my daughter.''

''You have a daughter? I had no idea.''

''Yes, I do. She is finishing elementary school this year. Let me show you a picture.'' He took his phone and gave it to you to see the picture.

''That's Joanna.'' You were stunned at seeing a familiar face.

''Yes, how do you know my daughter?'' He was intrigued to hear the story.

''I used to work as a tutor for elementary school kids when I first started working in Atlanta. I can't believe I never made the connection, Joanna was my favorite student there. I'm sure you already know how brilliant she is. I only tutored her because her mom, your ex-wife, thought it would make her better than the rest of her class.

I never liked her. Your ex, not Joanna. Joanna was really adorable. And my favorite thing was how she always talked about her dad. She loves you so much. She would tell me about the costume you sent her for Halloween or that you were coming over to go to the zoo with her. She never stopped praising you.'' You smiled and help his hand noticing how much your words affected him.

Before he could reply to thank you for your story about his daughter, your students informed you they were continuing the party back at the hotel because the food was over.

''We should go back to the hotel as well. And maybe talk a little bit more. Maybe we will find out we have more things in common than the love for my daughter.'' Leonard helped you up and offered to link his arm with yours.

''I like the sound of that. I just can't believe we finally talked and buried the hatchet on the last day of the trip after sharing a room for a week.'' You giggled and Leonard started as well.

''But today we will stay up all night making sure the kids are alright. Also, for them to not start any rumors. We both know how much they like us together and they will definitely talk. Not to mention Jim will be thrilled that we get along. I can picture him insisting on us going to more trip together.''

''That I can imagine too. So, let's go inside and try to keep the rumors from spreading.''

Despite your efforts, the rumors of you ending up dating started immediately. You wouldn't really mind. You wanted to know you started it but your investigation was fruitless. It was impossible for you to fathom the fact that all of the seniors had colluded with Jim to make their favorite teachers a couple. And that the rumors were spread even before you returned from Hawaii.

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brattywriters-anonymous · 6 years ago

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A Rose In Harlem

OC x Erik Story

Based on Teyana Taylor’s VII & KTSE

Warnings: Language

@chaneajoyyy

Chapter IX: Rize

February 6, 2014

22 HOURS BEFORE SHOWTIME.REHEARSAL, NINE PM.

"Ladies, Gents! Find Seats! Sit in them!" All twenty-four models followed Yani's request. We just wrapped our rehearsal, everyone did phenomenal. I can only pray that we get it like this at 583 Park Ave. Yani and I have been thee dynamic duo for the past seventy-two hours. I've been steaming outfits, she's been bagging accessories. I've been designing roll-away walls, she's been contacting every contractor in her contacts to design the black and gold glitter floors.

Honestly, in the past month, Yani and I have been on our hustle. I finished my last shoot and have been on go since. Erik and I have basically been like two ships passing in the night. I usually would leave before him, and come home after he arrived. We never talked about my father's birthday, our kiss..well..kisses. None of it. I've been too busy. Yasin and I have been texting here and there, but I haven't seen him either. He's been understanding about it though. The only person I've been spending my time with is Yani.

We've collectively gotten maybe eight hours of sleep in three days. So now, we're just exhausted and over it. We're trying to get this rehearsal over and done with. The theater's silence is my queue to step on the stage, I do so, scanning my models faces. They're looking like kids on Christmas Eve. So excited for what the next day has to bring. Their faces make me grateful, my smile spreads and everyone breaks out in applause. I decipher a few, "Yeah Syd!" "You did it girl!" and "Woos" in the crowd, I yield my hands up and down, they lower their yells. "Hey everybody, We're down to the wire here. We're less than a day away. We've been working our asses off for a month and a half. I couldn't have ever gotten this done without any of you. I'm excited for everyone to see our hard work. I'm even more excited for you to see your hard work pay off."

I point to Iyo in the control center, He dims the lights and lower the projector screen. "I now present to you.. UPTXWN." Applause rings out as the projector displays a drone clip of High Bridge among the sunrise and Syd's voiceover, "Uptown, Home of the greats. From The Bronx, to Harlem. The place I know, the place I love." The six models she started with appear on the screen, daringly sitting on the railing, laughing with one another in their high end garments. "Our hustles.. It always had this special..thing about it. We always went a little harder. Thought a little smarter. Emerged to the top a bit faster." Photos of me and all of Uptown's finest begins scrolling through from right to left. From a photo of me and Dapper Dan when I was fresh out of college. Diddy and I when I was an intern at Chanel. With Kerry Washington a bit after Save the Last Dance came out when I was twelve. Sistah Souljah, Kid Capri, Bianca (aka Young B), Cam'ron, Juelz, and Jim Jones back when Rock-a-fella were still together, Kalis, and finally, A$AP Mob & me when they were fresh in the game back in 2011.

"And when we're on top, we set trends. We define eras. Their stamps will forever be evident in our culture. Here's mine. Here's UPTXWN." All of the photos scroll backwards and the screen goes black for a few seconds. Images of the Big L tribute wall outside of the Harlem Up Deli Market, in black and white appear, then the same original six models; Sam, Levi, Von, Jade, Deanna, and Cass kneeling at different levels, crowded around the wall. Making sure not to block his face or name. Then Pretty Flako instrumental bangs through the theater's speakers. The TV flake transition changes to the Bailey house shoot. The drone shot pans around the corner of the property, all twenty four models posing looking like royalty draped in over $80,000 worth of clothes collectively. The visual pans over to a slowed down visual of Nina flashing her bottom grill, her thick frame vibing out to the up tempo beat. Then to Xierra kneeling beside her, giving face in her side profile. The screen shortly displays a wide pan of the property and models again, then switches to Levi. Iyo's suggested scene of displaying the details of his tattoos on his shirtless body-- while simultaneously showing the VVS necklace, the embroidery on the custom one of a kind jean jacket; came out perfectly.

The photos of each model in each of their looks scroll through at the right speed so each detail is fully displayed. Every model stands up, showing off as their photos went across the screen. As Gina's photoset emerges, I turn to the screen so I can roll my eyes. I instantly become reminded of how flirty she was with Erik before Yani had to snatch her up to take these. Yani stands beside me, peeping the entire scene, "Girl, suck it up. She in it now. Let's get it over with." I shake it off, turning back to the models.

The park Marcus Garvey Amphitheater scene pops up, it was a gloomy overcast. Which was perfect for the theme. As the looping instrumental repeats, each model was either sitting at the top of the folding seats, or crouched on the seat of the folding seats. The collective total of every look? $110,878. I'm lucky I got such great relationships with these clients and these models didn't fuck up any of they shit. The first visual was Von, on the center stage. His long hair hanging over his entire face. He rocked this black long open hooded jacket, shirtless. Displaying his massive musical themed chest piece. It gave me a grim reaper vibe that I was definitely looking for. The jacket was a piece I asked Chris Brown's people to create for their Black Pyramid line. They fucked with the vision and agreed to do it. Von flipped the bottom of the jacket back with force, the rest of the models appeared on stage, smoke filled the stage floor as the all black visual came to life. Gina and Cass rocked matching contrast dresses, Cass was the only model not in black that day. I put her in a white intricate lace Erdem Dress. Gina wore the matching Black dress.

Jade and Deanna were back to back. Jade was wearing a black deep v neck, with a leather ribbed comme des garcons jacket. With a cascading gold necklace reaching her stomach. Accompanied with black and gold aviator Louis Vuitton shades, Black ripped Levis I thrifted on the East side, and Jefferey Campbell's Legion booties. Deanna was wearing my favorite outfit of that day. A black long sleeved Oscar De La Renta ruffled shirt with cut out shoulders, a Burberry black ruffled skirt, and black Averil Doc Martin boots. Her bamboos and three finger ring spelling out her name put a street edge on her look that was near and dear to my Harlem bred heart. GG beat every woman's face and gave them the same cohesive smokey eye with the black, In The Spirit MAC lipstick. The only difference makeup wise was Cass' white undereye liner.

Once again the photos of every model starts cascading slideshow style. Johan was my second favorite look for that shoot, He rocked a black high low long sleeved Alexander Wang shirt, black distressed Givenchy jeans, and his personal black on black Ralph Lauren Hi Boots. I was going to put him in some other shoes, but I saw the ones he had on and they looked way better with the fit. We accompanied that look with a black Cuban link necklace, the matching bracelet, and Dolce & Gabana retro flip up round glasses.

Everyone's rave reactions trigger my tears of joy, it's all of our first times seeing the visual's final product and I couldn't be any more proud. This has really been my baby. I've nurtured it, I've put in the work for it. This moment was like its graduation. Everyone looks at me, "Awwwwww!" Yani gives me a big hug, "I'm proud of you, kid." I squeeze her, "I'm proud of us, kid." I push out a laugh.

The final shoot displayed the brownstones on Mount Morris Park, the street right outside of Marcus Garvey Park. Where my parents' old brownstone was. I only needed my original six for this one, since all twenty-four wouldn't fit on the stoop. That day, it was sunny. Not one cloud in sight. Perfect lighting for the intimate shoot. The theme was spring, specifically, pastel colors.

I dressed Jade in a pastel yellow Ted Baker maxi dress, I accessorized her outfit with vintage canary yellow teardrop earrings with a matching tennis bracelet. She wore some nude Christian Louboutin spiked peep toed heels. She stands up when she finds her face and yells while twerking, "Long Hair! Red Bottoms! Long Hair! Red Bottoms!" Everyone, including me burst out in laughter. She kept saying it so much during the shoot, I let her keep them. Paid the $1,500 tab too. Deanna was draped in a Monroe and Main white two piece suit with black accents on the collar and cuffs. We accompanied that with my personal pearls I got from my mom before she passed, some white Manolo Blahnic pumps, and some VVS diamond earrings while her hair popped in the sunlight. She wore her low cut with a rose gold tint. I put Cass in a pair of nude Emilio Pucci wide legged trousers, a White Alexander McQueen peplum top, and a matching nude blazer was draping over her shoulders. Her accessories was a silver double C Chanel choker, charm rings from Tiffany Co., and a vintage Chanel crossbody, gifted from Karl Lagerfeld himself. He said I needed something old for my collection.

The guys were matching my girls' fly. Von parallels Deanna with a Tom Ford cotton two piece suit, I laced him with some white Versace loafers with the gold Medusa emblem on the center, with the Cuban link chain Johan wore at the Marcus Garvey shoot, and golden Panthere De Cartier rounded sunglasses. Levi's parallel was for Jade's look. He wore a pastel yellow Calvin Klein. Accompanied with a large size canary ring on his index finger, and the Burberry vintage loafers. Sam paralleled Cass, in a nude ASOS suit with the matching vest. I kept it simple and just accessorized it with my dad's gold pocket watch and black Stacy Adams dress shoes.

I thought the presentation was over, but then the screen transitioned to me working behind the scenes. Me pointing and directing at the Bailey house, with the wind blowing like crazy, me filming on Highbridge at the crack of dawn, Iyo even snuck some footage of the meeting we had in Morningside Park. It looks like Yani snuck some footage of me putting the image board for the fashion show stage together as well. I'm just admiring the scene of watching the hard nights and amazing days I shared with an incredible team. The last shot was me sitting on my old stoop. I was just reminiscing, thinking of how my mom, dad, and I would eat ice cream in the spring in the same spot. I looked up, as I normally do when thinking of them, put my hands together and mumbled, 'allah , shkraan lak.' The camera was too far to catch my phrase. Afterward I bowed between my legs so I could have my emotional moment to myself.

Everyone hops on the stage to crowd around me and initiated a group hug. Once everyone slightly disbursed, I see Gina still sitting in the audience with Erik, I guess he just got here. I hear the doors open again and see Yasin, smiling at me.

By half past 10, everyone had gone home except for Yani, Nina, Gina, Erik, and Yasin. Nina is waiting on Rashad to pick her up, and I guess Gina is looking to Erik to take her home. She's literally been all up under him since his arrival.

"Tomorrow's gonna go great, babe. You got a great team behind you, you've been super focused. It can't go any other way." Yasin lands a kiss on my temple as I blush at his encouragement. I blink in Erik's direction, he's giving the same look he gave us at Rashad's party. He then grips Gina, pulling her closer to him, "Yeah. You got it Syd. We gon head out. See ya later." with that, Erik and Gina strut to the exit. Nina's phone dings, "Oh, bae is here! See ya tomorrow Syd! We gon kill it, boo!" She hugs me and Yani then jogs out the double doors, "Nice seeing you again Yasin!" he nods, "You too!"

"So tell me something about you, Sin! I've only talked about me when I see you. What was lil Yasin like?" We are strolling down Saint Nick Avenue after getting grilled jerk chicken from King Barka. We decide to sit on a park bench right outside Saint Nick Park to chat since I wasn't quite ready to go home. "Well, I was born and raised in Brooklyn. Flatbush. My moms is from Brooklyn as well. My dad's side of the family is from Harlem, the eastside, but they love uptown just as much." I grin as he continues, "I was a bad ass kid growing up. Always fighting, getting into trouble at school, I even got expelled in middle school." "Well damn! How did you go from that to--" I wave my hands around his silhouette, "This?" He takes a bite out of his chicken and flashes a sexy smile, "My mom sent me to live with my Uncle. The one that retired and gave me the maintenance business."

"Ahhhh, I see. He whipped you into shape?" He snorts, "Oh, he whipped me alright. A lot. He taught me what it is to be a man." "Where was your father?" He continues eating, pausing his story for a spell, "Uh.. He was in prison. He pushed weight for about ten years, he got caught up. He didn't snitch, so he got twenty. He got out after eight years for good behavior." "How's your relationship with him now?" He shugs, "We're cool. We had a little spat when he first got out. I had to be the man of the house for a while for my moms and sisters. I resented him for it." I take a hold of his free hand, "We patched things up recently." "So him and your mom still married?" He nods, "Yeah. Moms held him down. That lady.. She deserves the world." He finishes his dish as he glows at the mention of his mother.

"She had to get two jobs before I turned sixteen and worked with my Uncle. She held down our household for three years, alone, before I was able to step in and help her. After that, she went back to school. She finished the year before my pops got out, now she's a nurse. Doing what she loves to do." "That's great. That's what life is about, doing what you love." "Definitely." He throws away our empty plates and we keep walking down the avenue, "So what do you love to do Yasin?" "I love music." I stop in my tracks.

"Let me guess, you rap?" he sucks his teeth, "Nah, girl. I play instruments. Three; Acoustic guitar, piano, and snare drum." "Ah, okay! When did you discover your talent?" "I was... ten, I think?" "You make songs?" He pulls a slick move behind me, grabbing me by my waist. I roll my eyes as we continue to walk, "I haven't made a song in five years." "Why not?" I feel him shrug behind me, "I've been busy." I turn around to grab his hands, "You're never too busy to do what you love." He smiles at me, I sense the same glow about him that he had when he spoke of his mom. "Especially when it makes you this happy...just talking about it." Yasin closes the gap between us, "Maybe, you're right. Look at you. Doing what you love. You're inspiring Syeda. Beautiful, too." He strokes my left cheek with his palm. I freeze, much like I did a couple weeks back in my apartment with Erik.

Speaking of Erik, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do about what happened since my dad's birthday. I guess Erik knows what he wants, and that's Gina. So why am I freezing? What's stopping me? All of a sudden my inner thoughts are silenced when Yasin seals our distance, gently kissing me. My knees buckle and he hoists me up by my butt, cuffing the bottom of my cheeks. That makes me even weaker, he breaks off from me, "Damn girl. You good?" My eyes flutter as I respond, "Yeah. Yeah. I'm good." I pull him by his shirt to kiss him again.

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thesoftdumbass · 7 years ago

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Wild Blooms

FDR Foster X Reader (This Means War)

I Gift Thee Chris and Karl || @goingknowherewastaken Birthday Challenge, Flower Shop AU

Word Count: 3.2K

Characters: Franklin “FDR” Foster, Alexus (OC), Nana, Tuck, the kid with a bucket on his head from the movie.

Warnings: I think like one cuss word?

Summary: When FDR’s florist moves away, he is forced to find another person to buy flowers for dinner on Saturday nights at Nana’s. Luckily he found you.

A/N: Hey, you guys! I wrote this fic for Katie’s birthday challenge! Sorry it’s a day late, but i’m suck at finishing things on time. I hope you had a fun day and that you like this fic!

This is my first time writing FDR, and I’ve only seen the movie like once, so I hope it’s not too OOC for ya! So without further adieu, let’s get into it!

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The shop is relatively empty for a Saturday afternoon, but you don’t mind much. You bob your head to the music playing over the loudspeakers as you gather some freesia blossoms to add to a bouquet that’s being prepared for a client’s order. The only other people inside your corner flower shop is a couple looking for flowers for their wedding reception, browsing through a book of your arrangements.

You check on the couple, Tom and Jess, you remember as you’re walking away, to make sure they don’t need anything from you before going back to your task. You’re just wrapping up a group of flowers a few minutes later when you hear the bell above the door chime with a new customer arriving.

“Just a minute,” you call out and receive a “no rush” in return. The bouquet you were finishing up now in the cooler and waiting to be picked up, you make your way back out into the main area of the shop. The buckets that line the shelves are full of beautiful blooms and you take a moment to appreciate their scents on your way to where you heard the man’s voice come from.

“Hi, welcome to Wild Blooms. Can I help you with anything today,” you ask in your pleasant customer voice.

The customer is looking at a bucket of pink carnations with mild interest but turns around at your voice. When he turns his eyes to you, the bright blue blue color stuns you for a moment, his light brown hair falling onto his forehead. Breaking out of your trance, you await his response.

“I’m just looking for some flowers to take to dinner,” he replies, his voice smooth as honey.

“I can help with that. Would you like a custom bunch, a vase, or there are pre-made bouquets that you can choose from,” you offer.

“I may get a pre-made one for today.”

You nod and lead him back to the glass-front cooler where you keep the already made arrangements, some of them made just this morning. “This is what we have for right now. Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“I just want it to be special, can you recommend something?” The man looks at you for your opinion, and he brushes a piece of blond hair from his forehead.

“Well, roses are usually safe. Or if you want something different, this one is pretty special,” you say, pointing out a particular arrangement. It’s beautiful, anemones and blue ranunculus interspersed with Alister roses and sprigs of greenery. He smiles brightly at the colorful flowers.

“These are beautiful! I’ll take them.”

“Alright, I’ll get these and check you out. Come with me,” you nod toward the counter in the back where the register sits, already grabbing the flowers from the cooler and heading in that direction. You pull some brown paper from a roll on the wall and wrap the bouquet neatly, tying red twine across the stems when you were done and ringing the man up. When he’s done paying, you give a large smile to the attractive man. “All done here, I hope you enjoy them…” you trail off, hoping to get his name.

“FDR. It’s nice to meet you…Y/N.” He trails off, looking to your name tag. “Thank you for the flowers, she’s gonna love them,” he smiles, looking down at the arrangement sitting on the counter.

Your face falls at the realization, but you cover it quickly with a smile. Of course a man as handsome as him isn’t single. You pick up the flowers, handing them to him. “Have a nice day,” you wave before getting back to work.

For weeks, almost like clockwork, FDR would come into the shop on late Saturday afternoons and buy a bouquet, leaving with a flirty comment and a parting wink, so you’re not expecting it when the man shows up on a Friday. You’ve just removed yourself from the storage room with a new shipment of flowers, your hands full of bright sunflowers when you see him. He’s making his way to the back of the store, to the cash register stand.

“FDR,” you say with slight confusion in your tone. He turns around at the mention of his name and smiles when he sees you, his bright blue eyes lighting up. “Y/N, hey!”

“You’re a little early,” you say lightly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You didn’t know that the man you have a slight crush on would be in today, so you’re just wearing jeans and a tank top with your hair up in a messy bun. FDR thinks you look good though, running an appreciative eye down your figure as you’re distracted, sitting down the container of flowers you were previously holding.

“Yeah, I am. I am here to pick out a bouquet but I have to go into work tomorrow, so I thought I’d come in today and have them delivered. As long as that’s okay,” he trails off. You nod, perhaps a little too quickly, and that is confirmation enough for him. “I really wanna do something special this time. Do you think you’re up for helping me put together an arrangement?”

“Of course,” you exclaim, and FDR chuckles at the way your whole face lights up at all the possibilities. “Where would you like to start?”

“I wanted something a little different, maybe something I haven’t gotten. I was looking at those last time I was here.” FDR points to the corner filled with peonies, the large blooms having caught his eye before. The two of you walk over, where FDR cups one of the peach blooms softly in one hand.

“You like these? I just got this batch in yesterday.”

“They’re gorgeous,” FDR says and you get to work. He tells you that he has something big in mind, so you pick out some blooms on the larger side.

With the peach peonies in your work bucket, you make rounds around the shop picking out complimentary blossoms, the container full of orange, white, and bright pink roses respectively, baby’s breath, begonias, and small tufts of yarrow.

You bring FDR to a workstation and he sits down the bucket that he had insisted on carrying as it was filled up. You take a break, grabbing two cold water bottles from the fridge and handing one to him. You sit on a bench for a few minutes, looking around.

“You know I opened this shop almost two years ago,” you say in reminiscence, distracted by the memory of receiving your first customer.

FDR turns his head to look at you from where he’s sitting beside you. “Really? I didn’t know you owned this place,” he hums.

“Yep,” you say, popping the p. “My mom loves flowers. Our house was surrounded by them growing up and I would always look up the names so I could remember them later. I guess that stuck with me, flowers are my passion now. I like making people happy too, seeing a smile on someone’s face as they receive a bouquet, that’s why I make my own deliveries sometimes.”

FDR watches as you talk and look back, the smile on your face coming easily to you as his own lips stretch into a matching grin. The overwhelming urge to kiss you comes to him, and not since the first time he’s met you. As soon as he saw the enthusiasm that you approach your work with, FDR was hooked and knew that he wanted to know more about you. Thinking back on it, Franklin Foster is so happy that his old florist moved away.

His attention is drawn back to you when the sound of your laugh reaches his ears, fingers snapping in front of his nose. It’s a sound that he hasn’t heard nearly enough, and the corners of his mouth turn up instantly.

“You still with me,” you ask through giggles.

“Always,” he chuckles.

“Let’s get to work, you goof.” You sit down your water bottle and turn to the table, looking through the bucket of flowers and deciding on a game plan. “You said you wanted them in a vase, right?” He agrees and you help him pick one out from the shelf along the wall before getting to work.

Two sets of hands work quicker than one, and soon enough you’re finishing up, wrapping a pretty pink ribbon around the vase to be delivered tomorrow. You try to get the bow just right, absolutely /not/ trying to stall. When you’re done, FDR will leave and you’ll be left alone with your work and a skipping heartbeat just like many times before. As you’re adjusting one of the rose blossoms, making sure that it’s turned right, you feel more than see someone coming up behind you.

“Perfect,” a low voice murmurs next to your ear and you smile. Lifting your head from examining the arrangement, you turn your head to meet your gaze with FDR, a soft expression in his eyes.

You smile and giggle softly, looking back at the vase. “Yes, well, I can’t take all the credit. You did help.”

“Right, the flowers,” he clears his throat, “yeah, they look amazing.” A crease forms between your brows as you try to figure out what he means by that, but he’s talking before you can think too much about it. “Can these be here at seven o’clock tomorrow night,” he asks, handing you a slip of paper with an address written on it.

“Yeah, of course,” you say, and your voice comes out less than enthused, so you put on your customer service smile to try and make up for it. FDR looks at you with scrutiny, recognizing the look on your face.

“You don’t have to do that, put on a fake expression. You can be you around me, I hope you know that, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows draw upwards in surprise that he noticed, but you soothe your face back down to normal. You clear your throat and speak, your voice coming out quieter than you expected. “Thank you, FDR. You too,” and you mean it, a small smile lifting your mouth. He leaves not long after that, promising to speak to you soon.

The next day you’re going through some papers in your office when one of your delivery people Alexus sticks her head in the open doorway. “Hey boss, I’m about to head out for my evening run. Is this everything,” she asks, gesturing to the line of flowers waiting to be loaded into the van. You look over them, nodding your head and then stopping when your eyes land on the peony bouquet that you and FDR put together the night before.

“Yeah Lex, I’ll take this one though. Let me help you load these up.” You help Alexus with the flowers and make sure the vase is secure in the car before checking yourself over. You may not even see FDR, but your minimal makeup, casual white and black striped dress, and flats look passable with your hair down in waves. It’s better to be prepared, right? You check the address slip that’s attached to a vase and get ready to head to the house outside of town.

When you pull up to the address, you think that it’s not what you were expecting. The farmhouse and the surrounding land is beautiful, but you were surprised by the number of vehicles parked outside. There must be an event going on inside, you think to yourself.

You pick the vase up and carry it carefully to the front door lest it break, and make sure to pocket the address and billing information so the person on the receiving end doesn’t see it. There’s a card attached that you hadn’t seen before, FDR must have written it while you weren’t paying attention. You ring the doorbell by the front door and hear the chimes sound throughout the large house. While you wait, your curiosity gets the better of you and you peek down at the card that reads

Happy birthday Nana, you’re a Saint for putting up with me for all these years.

You barely have time to process this new information when the door opens in front of you and you bring your lips into a shy smile. You come to face an elderly woman, her white hair tucked back into an elegant updo, a dress and heels adding to the air of sophistication. She looks to you and her red lips pull into a bright grin when she spots the flowers in your hands.

“Oh my, such lovely flowers,” she says excitedly in a British accent. “Are these from my Franklin?”

“Franklin,” you mutter confusedly, tilting your head, and before you can open your mouth again to ask who that is, you hear your name being called and you turn around.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you would be here,” FDR says as he walks closer to you, having just arrived.

“I told you that I make deliveries sometimes,” you say sheepishly, shrugging a shoulder.

You glance uneasily back to the front door that’s still open and FDR smacks himself on the forehead, walking over and embracing the woman, who is still standing there.

“Nana, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my Nana. This woman raised me, and I can’t thank her enough.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, and I’m guessing these are for you,” you say with a genuine smile this time.

Nana accepts the flowers readily and pulls them up to her face to smell, taking the time to appreciate their beauty.

“Thank you for bringing these,” FDR puts a hand on your back and leans a little closer to you as Nana is otherwise occupied, though she doesn’t miss the exchange.

“Of course,” you reply, suddenly bashful.

“We are having a little celebration out back, would you like to stay for the party? You can keep Franklin company,” Nana speaks up.

FDR groans inwardly at her meddling, but he still smiles when you look to him for reassurance. “That sounds nice.”

The two of you follow Nana inside, your shoulders brushing as she leads you through the impressive house to a fenced-in area of the backyard.

“Look what this sweet girl brought me,” she announces to anyone listening and you hear back a few praises on the arrangement.

“Thank you, Nana, but FDR helped me,” you didn’t want to take all the credit for the flowers.

“Oh please, all I did was point out one flower. You matched the rest and put them together beautifully,” he replies affectionately. You bite your lip at the compliment.

After a few minutes of chatting between the two of you, you are interrupted by a loud voice nearby speaking in a British accent. “Look who finally showed up,” is heard before a shorter man comes over to FDR and wraps him in a warm, albeit rough hug.

“Collins had me come in today, I told you that yesterday.”

“Yes, well, you failed to mention that you would be bringing a date to Nana’s birthday.” The man turns to you, putting out a hand for you to shake and you do. You can’t help but notice that FDR doesn’t correct him about you being his date. “My name is Tuck, I’m his brother,” he says with a thumb pointed towards your companion.

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, Tuck. So I’m guessing you could tell me a bunch of embarrassing stories about Franklin,” you say, putting a teasing emphasis on his real name. FDR groans, and is that a blush painting his cheeks? You giggle at this.

“You have no idea, love. There was this one time, in Bangladesh-” Tuck starts but is cut off by FDR interrupting him.

“Let’s not do this right now, Tuck. Another topic please, any other topic?” You smirk at how flustered this confident charmer has become.

Tuck laughs before turning the conversation. “So how did you meet Frank?”

You tilt your head to look up at him with a smile, thinking to the first time you met him. “I’m a florist, I own a flower shop in town. FDR came in one day, clueless about what to buy, so I helped him. He’s come in every Saturday since. I actually brought an arrangement here today.”

“Oh you’re the cute florist he’s always going on about. It was getting annoying, but I can’t say I blame him.”

You hear a strangled sort of noise and look beside you to where it seems to have come from. “You okay,” you question, concerned but still amused.

“I’m fine.”

Tuck leaves after this, going off to sit with his wife and son, leaving you to your own devices, promising to tell you all of Franklin’s terrible and funny stories. You plan to take him up on it.

FDR walks with you over to an empty table that’s been set up, and you sit down, him following. He looks at you, a shy smile on his face. “I’m sorry about my family. They can be a little much, at times.” FDR shakes his head affectionately.

You laugh, looking over at him with a smile. “I like them, they’re fun.”

He shrugs, watching a little boy run by with a bucket over his head. A laugh escapes his lips at the boy’s antics. “Yeah, sometimes.”

After a little while, dinner is served and you sit with FDR, chatting about your lives, learning more about each other. “So Nana raised you?”

“Yeah, yeah she did. What that woman must have went through, I was a bit of a troublemaker growing up.”

“I don’t know, I think you grew up pretty well,” you say with a faux thoughtful smile, teasing. FDR rolls his eyes good-naturedly and you giggle. “No, but really. It’s great of you to get her flowers every week, that’s so sweet. Not many people do that lately. I make my living off of people trying to make up for mistakes, and the occasional wedding. But not you.” You duck your head as you realize that you’ve been talking for too long. You shrug, “I don’t know, I think you’re pretty special.”

FDR reaches a hand out to touch your cheek, his thumb running over your cheekbone, and as you lift your head up, your eyes are met with his brilliant blue ones.

“I think you’re pretty special, too.” You feel your cheeks flush and lean into his touch, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. “I don’t know if I’m reading this wrong, but… can I see you sometime, outside of Wild Blooms?”

You can’t help but giggle, nodding your head happily. “Of course you can.”

“Good,” FDR nods. “How about dinner tomorrow night, I’ll pick you up at your place?” The hopeful look in his eyes makes you melt inside, and suddenly you can’t wait for tomorrow night.

Feeling brave, you lean forward quickly and confidently, placing your lips on his cheek and lingering before pulling away slowly. The goofy grin that takes over FDR’s face makes your expression match, his happiness infectious.

From across the yard, Nana stands with Tuck, watching the two of you with fondness. “I think Y/N is good for him,” Nana observes.

“Yeah, she is,” Tuck nods, and then laughs. “Now we’ve just got to break it to her what he does for a living.”

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janeykath318 · 7 years ago

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Fugitives

For IGiftTheeChrisandKarl birthday challenge for @goingnowherewastaken (due May 29) (Here’s hoping Tumblr doesn’t screw this up!)

It was exhausting, living life as a fugitive, but you had no choice. Thanks to a terrible law and evil organizations manipulating it, everyone labeled Inhumans was being systematically hunted down and either arrested for not registering, or being kidnapped BECAUSE they had registered and were now prime targets for being manipulated and forced into service by a terrorist group bent on destroying free society. You hated General Ross with a passion, disagreed with the poorly executed, grossly human rights violating Accords and had refused to register, thus rendering yourself a fugitive. The intentions behind the Accords had been good, but as usual, lawmakers had gone overboard in their zeal for reform and it was now a threat to your very existence, just as much as the bigots who wanted you dead. You’d become used to living a low key, furtive existence, never staying in one place long and switching up your disguise frequently.

Currently, you were holed up in a dingy little apartment, scraping by a living doing odd jobs for the various elderly residents, who’d taken a shine to you and doing your best to conceal any evidence of your special powers.

If anyone saw your telekinetic abilities in action, it could spell danger, thus you’d worked hard at learning to control them and now had become adept at hiding it.

“Hey babe,” said a sleazy looking dude on the street as you made your way back up your humble dwellings after an afternoon mowing lawn for old Mrs. Jackson. You ignored him.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” He shouted, louder this time. You gritted your teeth and ignored him again, but he kept coming.

“What do you want?” You said frigidly.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ in a place like this, eh?” The sleazebag said with a leer, eyes looking you over in a disgusting way.

“None of your business, dude.” You responded as coldly as before. “I’m not under any obligation to give an account of myself to a random stranger.”

You put out a hand in warning as he started to approach your personal space, eyes glinting with anger.

“That’s no way to talk to people,” he rebuked. “I was just bein’ polite. Maybe your mama never taught you manners.”

“And your mama never taught you to ogle and bother strange women who want to be left alone. I’m not interested, so just please bug off.”

“Now, listen here……” he began, but you cut him off.

“No.” You stared bluntly, and turned away from him to keep walking. Emboldened by the lack of onlookers, the idiot decided to grab you and slam you against a wall.

“Let go of me, or you’ll regret it,” you warned through clenched teeth.

“Like what?,” He leered. “You’re a puny little thing. Nothing you can do about it.”

Rage filled you at his disgusting attitude and you lost it, feeling your eyes beginning to glow silver as your suppressed powers stirred.

Your assailant’s cocky expression quickly changed to one of pain and terror as you kneed him in the crotch and sent him flying back twenty feet with a surge of energy from your freed hand.

The relief and satisfaction at seeing him groaning on the ground quickly turned to horror and fear as you realized you’d just exposed yourself.

You turned and fled, knowing you’d have to get out of town as soon as possible before the jerk went to the cops. Using an extra amount of caution, you returned to your apartment and gathered up essentials in your backpack, strapped it on, got on your motorcycle, and got the heck out of Dodge.

It was nice while it lasted, you reflected as you left your home for the last year behind. The people had been friendly and non intrusive and you’d become closer to getting attached than you’d ever been. Unfortunately, one pervert had ruined all that.

You drove on for hours, stopping only at the occasional rest stop to stretch your legs and plot a course. You finally decided to head toward a stretch of isolated forest land in the Smoky Mountains where there was rumored to be a group of Inhumans and anti-accord sympathizers.

As nightfall approached, You pulled over and parked the bike where it wouldn’t be seen easily. By now, you were in hilly, windy terrain and cars were few and far between.

Making camp as best you could, you settled down for the night, hoping no dangerous creatures ventured nearby. It was a long night, with your nerves on edge and every little strange noise sending your heart racing. You finally drifted off into an uneasy slumber.

You awoke in very different circumstances to what you had lain down in. Instead of rough hard ground, you were on a soft mattress and pillow. Realizing you’d been taken, you panicked and jumped out of bed, landing in an ungraceful heap on the ground. The room you were in was small and neat, about the size of a dorm room, your belongings were in a neat pile on the floor and it appeared nothing had been taken. Where in the world were you? The Feds wouldn’t have let you in such nice quarters and neither would the Hydra sympathizers. Nonetheless, you remained very wary as you tried the door. It opened freely. You ached all over and longed for a shower, but those things were secondary to being safe. Peeking out slowly, you saw an empty hallway with many closed doors. You followed it until it led into a larger room, furnished in comfortable leather couches and simple coffee tables.

“Hello?” You called out. “Is anyone here? Where am I?”

There was a weird blip noise and moments later, a man strode into the room.

Instantly, you extended your hand and let it glow a bit as warning.

“If you’re planning on using me or locking me up, I warn you you’ll have a fight on your hands,” You said in warning. The man stopped coming closer.

“Hey, easy there. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said in a calm tone. “I’m Inhuman too. You were found camped out a few miles from our safe house and Tuck brought you in. You’re on the news and very much wanted. No way were we gonna let them take you.”

You relaxed a trifle and looked at him closely. He was tall and lean, wearing a grey suit and tie, and had brown hair and the bluest eyes imaginable. Nice jawline as well, you admired.

“Why should I trust you?” you answered warily. “I can’t be too careful these days.”

“Of course,” he acknowledged. “For one thing, you aren’t tied up or locked in a cell. For another, you can leave whenever you like, no questions asked. We don’t force anyone to stay here. This is a place for those of us who are being persecuted by the government and exploited by evil organizations can lay low and defend ourselves. I’m Foster, by the way, but everyone calls me by my initials, FDR.”

Your eyebrows rose. This was sounding very hopeful.

“Well, Foster, this is all well and good, but just one question: show me your extra features, so to speak. I’d like to be sure you’re really what you say you are.”

“It’s only, fair,” FDR nodded, removing his suit jacket. “You May want to stand back a little. They get a little out of control when they’ve been confined too long.”

You took a few steps back and soon were gaping at the sight of a pair of striking brown and white wings unfurled from his back. They fluttered wildly for a few moments and FDR grimaced before he was able to settle them down.

“Wow!” You muttered. You had never seen such a thing before and it was very impressive: the wings looked like they’d be very long when fully extended and the feathers were full and lush, impeccably groomed.

“Ridiculous, isn’t it?” He said, making a face.

“Impressive, actually. Can you fly with them?”

“Yeah, But only in remote areas, for obvious reasons,” FDR said. “They can be a pain in the neck to keep concealed.”

“They’re gorgeous,” you breathed. “What a rotten shame you have to hide them.”

“Showing off to the ladies again, Foster?” Interrupted a second voice, this one definitely British. You turned to see a short, muscular man approaching with a smirk on his face. FDR heaved an annoyed sigh.

“No, Tuck, I’m trying to earn her trust,” he explained. “She needed to see I’m not a bounty hunter or overzealous Accords supporter. Y/N, this is Tuck, he’s The one that found you and brought you here. He’s got certain enhanced abilities when it comes to being stealthy and superb night vision, thus he’s our night watch usually.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Tuck said, holding out a lot hand to shake. “Sorry for the secrecy. We figured it would be easier to explain now than risk a scene out here. There were a lot of patrols going by looking for you.”

“I guess I’ll get over it,” you sighed. “It’s very alarming to wake up in a strange room. To think, all that fuss because I was defending myself against a disgusting creep and I’M the one that’s declared a fugitive. What is wrong with this picture?”

You paced back and forth as you ranted, igniting the men for the moment in your anger at the injustice and prejudice.

“Lots of things,” Tuck agreed. “But that’s why we exist.”

Your stomach suddenly rumbled and you face an embarrassed smile, now feeling the long time without food.

“Where are my manners?” Foster exclaimed, folding his wings back again. “We’ll start the grand tour by showing you the kitchen. Sound good?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “Lead the way, Bird Boy.”

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musikat18 · 7 years ago

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All Good Things Are Wild And Free: Chapter One (Gavin x Reader Superpower AU)

For: @goingknowherewastaken‘s challenge!

Pairing: Gavin Magary x Reader Superpowers AU

Summary: Gavin was more than a little confounded that he didn’t receive his powers when Pete came along. After all, how could the entire dragon incident not been caused by the most significant person in his life? He was more than ready to put the issue to bed...if not for the strange experiences he started having when this mysterious scientist moves into town. Could she have caused his powers surfacing? And if so, what is she to him? Friend? Foe? ...Or something more?

Warnings: Some language

A/N: This first chapter is being posted for @goingknowherewastaken‘s I Gift Thee Chris and Karl challenge! Happy Birthday, love! I won’t be picking up this series right away, which is why it’s labeled preview for the moment. I blended the Superpowers AU idea with some soulmates elements that kind of just spoke to me one day while drafting. I hope everyone likes this little hint at things to come~

A/N Update: Psst...it’s been picked up~

All Good Things Are Wild And Free

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Chapter One: Introduction Period

Gavin really didn’t have much a problem, anymore, and it was nice to see it settled.

With the “dragon incident” long forgotten by most, he’d decided that his quality of life had significantly increased. No more (well, actually just significantly fewer) judgy looks in town, no more avoiding in the streets...yes, everything seemed to have gone back to the way it had been before.

This is why, when his brother approaches him, he feels a little less antsy about what he could possibly have to say.

“It’s nice to see that you’ve kind of wound down, since two years ago,” Jack said. “All that stress on your head used to make me worry.”

Of course Gavin’s younger brother would notice that. He had to admit, he was a little jealous that Jack had come into his powers first, though he was rather relieved he’d never given his brother a reason to use those powers; telepathy was not what Gavin wanted in a brother, but he was a little glad that was what he’d gotten.

“Yeah, yeah, no need to poke around up there. I promise I’m not gonna run off chasing any dragons. Not like there are any still around here, anyway.”

“That wasn’t really what I came over here for,” Jack laughed a little. “Nice to know, though. I just wanted to know if you’d taken your lunch, yet. Grace was thinking the two of us could meet her.”

“Did she call and tell you or did you just know?”

Jack clapped a hand on his smirking brother’s shoulder as he brought him back to his office.

Was Gavin a little jealous, still?

Perhaps.

Mostly because he didn’t understand, especially after the events that had occurred two years before.

His brother had unwittingly adopted a new child through Grace’s good intuition and sense, and Gavin himself had gone chasing a dragon, almost died twice, and had needed the support of his family for the better half of two years to regain some favor with the more disapproving members of their small town.

Was this one boy not significant enough to him to gain something?

He’d tried everything, every possible test he could think of for both internal and physical powers. Nothing. Nothing at all. He’d thought that something that had affected his reputation so substantially would have brought him something, but no. Not even a meager increase of strength (which, really, would just be handy to have).

This is what he’s thinking about as he stares out the window of his brother’s truck to meet Grace at the ranger’s lodge, letting the buzzing of the glass against his forehead soothe his hyperactive thought process.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Jack said apologetically. “Lots of people get their powers later than others. I don’t understand it, either.”

“The thought’s appreciated, Jack,” Gavin sighed. “But at this point, I’m just pretty sure they’re not coming. Trying not to think about it so much, anyway.”

“They could still come, though.”

“Jack, nobody new comes into this town. And even if they do, they don’t stay for long, anyway, so I’d probably miss them.”

“But Pete did.”

Gavin had to admit he was right. Pete had come into town, and Pete had stayed. But Pete was also now thirteen years old, only eleven when he’d arrived. He didn’t have the same choice that Gavin or, say, another grown adult did.

But they’d arrived, and Gavin wasn’t going to talk about it, anymore.

“Guess I won’t know until I know.”

Gavin really is happy for Jack and Grace. He really is. Grace is kind (of course she is, she’s a damned empath) but firm, and even if he and Grace haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, she makes his brother happy, and that’s really all he could ask for.

They say that if you get your powers at the same time as the one who triggers them in you, your fates are forever intertwined. If they compliment each other, that’s even better; it’s why he had no doubt that his telepath and empath would be perfect together.

It’s also why he’s having an even harder time pushing the thought of why he’s so stagnantly powerless out of his head as he watches Grace and Jack eat next to each other in near-silence.

Oh, sure, he’s at the same table, but there’s a second layer there he’ll never understand. There’s a quiet, comfortable back and forth between the two of them that is so obvious and so effortless that it almost breaks his heart to think he’ll never get it.

“So, how are things with you, Gavin?” Grace asks, and he doesn’t have to wonder if it’s because she can feel his longing.

“Pretty quiet. Girl Scouts don’t just glare at my house during cookie season, anymore, which I appreciate.”

Grace smiled kindly, “Natalie’s a good advocate.” That made Gavin grin; bless his clever spitfire of a niece.

“Maybe next time I’ll buy an extra box, just for her. How’s Pete doing, by the way?”

“Good,” Grace nods very seriously. “He likes writing a lot. Spends a lot of afternoons in the woods with Dad-- in the marked-off proper areas for hikers, of course.”

Gavin chuckled a little, “Yeah, yeah. I know, hold it against me forever. I’ve gotten better at coloring inside the lines.”

“You have,” she gave him credit where it was due. “Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna look out for the woods, anyway.”

He expected as much. It made him smile a little. For as much as he had to regret, he had just as much to be thankful for, and that was really enough for him.

For now.

“How much more are we gonna do today?”

Gavin looked over the meager cut pile for the day. Not as much as in the past. Not since he’d been coloring inside the lines.

“Depends...how stressed d’you think Jack’s been lately?”

“Gavin, for Christ’s sake,” one of the other lumberjacks wiped his brow under the brim of his hat.

“Just askin’.”

“...One tree. I’m not getting another talking-to by Grace. She can fucking feel these things, I think.”

“Don’t be crazy, Abner,” Gavin lugged over the chainsaw and began to line it up, “Grace can only tell human feelings.”

“Far as you know. Wouldn’t surprise me.”

Gavin shook his head and rolled his eyes. Abner was being ridiculous. It was one tree. One little tree. It couldn’t possibly have that big of an impact, could it? Grace might notice five or six, but this was just one. Besides, he hadn’t overstepped for two years. Just one tree couldn’t hurt.

He started the chainsaw and began to cut into the tree, when he was halted by a harsh, angry, feminine cry.

“HEY, SMARTASS! HOLD THE CHAINSAW!”

Oh shit. Maybe Grace really did have the ability to feel tree feelings.

The leaves above him rustled, and Gavin squinted up between the branches. Something was moving up there. Craning his neck, he moved to see what it could possibly have been. Much to his surprise, you slid with practiced motion down the branches to the floor of the woods, hands propping you up on the ground and leaves in your hair.

“...Have we met?” he asked with slightly offended confusion.

“No, and be really glad I have no idea who you are,” you glared, “because I really oughta report you to my supervisor!”

“Supervisor? I’m just a lumberjack, and you sound a little confused.”

“No, I’m an ecologist, and you, sir, are infringing on my reserved research space!”

Gavin furrowed his brow and looked over at the tree. No markings that he could make out-- no ribbons that Grace had placed, no paint slashes from the cut or other groups.

“I don’t see your name on it,” Gavin fibbed, “and it’s within our boundary, anyway.”

You whipped a piece of paper out of your pocket, “Not according to the map I got from your supervisor. AND if you looked a little lower, you might have seen the sign.”

Gavin followed the tip of your finger to a small picketed sign planted at the base of the tree, not any taller than his knee: Research Site of Terminus Co.

“Maybe get a bigger sign next time?” Gavin asked, dry and disapproving, but he offered you a hand to help you to your feet. You looked him over suspiciously, not quite sure if you trusted the unrefined lumberjack, but you took his hand.

When your palms touched, a current of electricity passed between the both of you.

The sensation hit Gavin like a freight train. Nothing like this had ever happened before...nothing with anyone. He had to stare at your connected hands for a moment, wondering if you felt it, too.

Wondering if it meant what he suspected…

“I suggest going back to your work site before I report you,” you warned.

Gavin wanted to ask questions, a lot of questions-- probably your name first-- but the questions would have to wait.

If he ever wanted a chance to stay in your good graces and possibly learn if this was what he thought it was, he’d have to comply. He nodded curtly and gathered materials and equipment to head back to the cut with his puzzled colleagues, something strange buzzing in the back of his head.

You shook your head at the turned back of the gruff lumberjack. Sure, his shoulders were broad and his face was pretty, but that was a little bit ruder of a response than you were used to receiving from people stumbling across you on research expeditions.

You looked down at your hand, unable to shake the tingling, electric feeling that had surged in it when you took the lumberjack’s offer to help stand.

He couldn’t possibly be the one to finally awaken your powers...could he?

No.

You shook the thought from your head, wringing your fingers in your other hand in hopes that the feeling would finally fade, but as you picked up some more leaves from the ground and put them in your bag, you were surprised when the feeling began to spread from your right hand up to your shoulders, across your chest, and down into your other hand.

You flexed your fingers, examining the delicate green veins that surfaced on them, curling and coiling and then fading back into your skin.

But the feeling didn’t stop.

You shook your head again. This had to be a dream. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. At this time? You muscled your bag up over your shoulder and began to walk back to your car, trying not to think about it so much.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed something moving.

When you turned your head, your eyes widened and your knees shook at the rising, curving vines and branches.

The second they lunged, you started to run.

Are all power awakenings like this? you had to think bitterly to yourself as you kept pumping your arms. This was far more violent and dramatic than you expected.

One latched around your leg, snaking up to hold you still as thick brush and bark began to grow up around you.

Impressed and flabbergasted at the speed at which the flora grew, you didn’t even have time to call for help before the bark closed around you, and then you saw nothing else.

Gavin massaged his temple as he pushed open his door that evening. The buzzing from his hand might have faded, but it had been replaced by a strange pricking at the back of his head. Was this how powers normally surfaced? Telepathy? Was that it? Was this how it surfaced for his brother?

If he had more silence in his head, he might have had an easier time sorting it out.

Gavin shook out his head, trying to keep focus as he clumsily plopped his bag down on the floor and staggered to his room. He didn’t understand; if there were no people around, why would he be affected this way?

The noise was wordless yet deafening. He let out an incoherent grumble at the sound, not sure what this sickness was, if it was caused by mysterious, prickly you or something more normal….

He had no time to ponder what this meant, because the buzzing became too much, as he collapsed on the floor.

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